Madara was not a good parent. Hell, he was terrible. He showed no affection towards his offspring and potential future head of the clan. And all words toward the child were negative and used to hurt.

But it wasn't always like this. Madara was acceptable once. That was when his wife was still alive. Some could even see him smile once or twice a day.

After her death... he grew progressively more distant to anyone. His children included. He lost himself in his work and his plans.

No one hates like an Uchiha. but only a few knew that also included love.

Madara couldn't cope with his loss. Having lost so many during the warring states period, he though after the war... That he would have finally a long lasting person he could open up to.

But that too was taken from him. And now everytime he looked at his child. He saw her. And he hated it. Hated that everytime he saw his child's face a memory of her dying face flashed in the back of his mind.

He pushed those thoughts away with harsh words and physical punishments. Making his child beg for forgiveness for the littlest things.

Present day:

"What happened on the mission?" Madara spoke in a monotone tone, his eyes not leaving his work, as he wanted for his child to respond. He avoided looking at such a failure.

Madara rolled the old scroll back together and reached for a new one. He knew his child was searching for words that wouldn't make him angry. It was easy to tell.

"Well?" Madara added with a sigh, before setting the scroll down on his desk.