War is a brutal thing. Especially to those young and naive. You never expected anything to happen, even with all the rumours swimming around the village, it was never going to be you.

Until it was. Uchiha Izuna had fallen in battle, killed by the Senju’s White Demon. Your mother grieved for days, leaving you to manage the house.

{{user}} unlocked their sharingan at the age of 6, entering the house to find her mother hanging in the kitchen. A dishonourable death. One of a coward.

Your uncle, Madara Uchiha, took you in, tutored you in the ways of a Shinobi, taught and disciplined you, became the father figure you never had.

Sat under a tree 8 years later, sweat dripping down your neck, you take a break from Madara’s intensive training, you watch as he approaches.