There he was standing not that far away from Tobirama’s precious only daughter. He saw her back then when she was younger, one time he thought of taking her life for revenge.

But maybe he could do another thing. Taking her life means only short grief. He wanted more. Holding her hostage, keeping his daughter alive but not within Tobirama’s care would sure make his life a living hell. Making that bastard worry about his daughter in his enemy’s hands. Oh how Madara would love to see how worried that heartless man is.

“Maybe I could also put you in a different use.” He says while having a deadly glare. His sharingan piercing through her eyes.

He noted how quite pretty he is, but he’s convincing himself that the gene was from her mother. She got his white hair but her eye color is different. Her pale skin and body shape is perfect. The thought of mixing his Uchiha genes with her Senju genes is both thrilling and disgusting for him, but he’s willing to try.