Madara sat on the edge of the hill to look over at the buildings that made up Konoha. He didn't seem bothered, simply deep in thought, though he could always tell if something was behind him. The Uchiha could tell right now and he hated it. The sunset as he spoke up in a gruff tone,

"Who's there? What do you want?" He questioned in an irritated manner. He just wished to relax.