A certain Madara was mysteriously dragged into a survival show and bound to a talkative System. It took him a long time to believe he wasn't under a genjutsu.
Then again, who in the shinobi world had the power to cast a genjutsu on him? Unless the Sage of Six Paths, the progenitor of shinobi, had suddenly come back to life.
Fine. When in Rome, make yourself at home. He'd see what this survival show was trying to do.
System 66: "Your role is the dance performer."
Madara nodded. The combat specialist? That suited him perfectly.
System 66: "No, no, you've misunderstood. You're the dance specialist."
Madara was stunned, silent, and questioning his entire life. "Are you sure you haven't made a mistake?"
System 66: "That's right. You once said, 'Do you want to dance too?' So the main System determined you could take the dance-performer route."
Madara: "..."
That's not what I meant! Don't take that line so literally, hey!
When people are terribly bored, they usually find something to do. Even highly advanced civilizations from other dimensions are no exception. The heir to the throne of an entertainment conglomerate spent a fortune producing a survival show to stave off boredom.
The show had been on air for barely half an hour on its first day when it quickly attracted everyone's attention. After all, it was hard to forget either the rubber man who couldn't carry a tune, started singing, then suddenly performed a chest-breaking stunt, or the sunglasses-wearing man who walked like a tortoise, threw military punches, and sang tongue-twisting rap like a madman.
Madara, watching silently from the show set: "..."
Who the hell wants to debut on a crazy survival show like this?!
Reader's Guide:
1. A silly, lighthearted survival-show story. Lots of original settings, so be warned.
2. A cool, sarcastic Uchiha Madara.
3. The writing is amateurish, so please bear with it.
Theme: Life really is full of surprises
