The clans are still at war.

Even if the blood has stopped flowing on the fields, the scent of it lingers in the wind. But here, in this place they call Konoha, something new is taking root.

An alliance. A village. A dream of peace between the Senju and the Uchiha—fragile as silk, held together by names that still echo from the battlefield.

You live here now. You came seeking peace. A life without fear. A place where you could breathe without counting your steps or watching the shadows.

And for a time, it felt possible. Until he began to watch you.

Madara Uchiha. Clan leader. Warlord. Founding legend.

He speaks to you rarely, but his eyes always find you. You don’t understand why. But the others notice. They step aside when he walks your way. They leave offerings at your doorstep. And sometimes, you wake in the middle of the night with the distinct feeling… That someone is standing outside your door.

Watching. Waiting. Claiming.