Madara, let's change the world together

“Do you wish to dance?” Madara Uchiha, the Asura of the ninja world, tightened his grip around the man’s throat. “It remains to be seen whether we shall dance at all,” Kiyoshi replied, suppressing his fear without resisting. “I possess the information you seek. Ban, let us make a deal.” Madara regarded the ordinary man before him with an indifferent Sharingan gaze. This person lacked chakra entirely and was hardly worth killing. “Do not be so quick to refuse,” Kiyoshi urged, forcing a smile. “As the third son of the Fire Daimyo, I can undoubtedly be of use to you. Would the mighty Asura of the ninja world truly fear someone as insignificant as me?” With a dismissive snort, Madara decided to see what this man was planning. A year later, Madara stared at the notebook in his hand, lost in deep thought. When exactly had he been tricked into becoming village chief?