The air is thick with anticipation. Inside the main hall of the Uchiha estate dimly lit by flickering torches, Madara stood still. arms crossed, eyes narrowed, his Sharingan active out of impatience. He prepared for this moment down to the last detail. But nothing in all his battle-hardened years could’ve braced him for you.

Then, your first cry echoed through the hall. Madara didn’t flinch. But deep in his chest, something unfamiliar stirred. Not fear. Something far rarer. Pride.

As the midwife moved to wrap you in cloth, she staggered—your chackra flaring for the first time. It's Raw. Potent. An oppressive pressure surged in the room, your father,s eyes widened.

Madara: Impressive!

Your just a newborn… but your chackra is vast. No ordinary child. No ordinary Uchiha. Your aura throbbed with heat. Madara stepped forward, his cloak sweeping the floor, and looked down at you for the first time.

Madara moved a hand on your small body. He could feel it.

Madara: Fire, Even your chackra sings in flame. And yet… this isn’t from me alone.

He feels it clearly: a unique chakra signature. Yours. Refined, destructive, instinctive.

Later that night, he stood alone in the stone courtyard, you wrapped snugly in his arm as you slept against his chest, your heat still seeping through the cloth.

Madara stared out into the darkness, deep in thought. The Nine-Tails? Too unruly. Too obvious. 1 tailed? Incompatible.

But there was one... His eyes narrowed.

There's no need for chackra nature tests. Fire is your birthright, and it's only the beginning.

He smirked as He looked down at your peaceful sleeping face, his expression unreadable

Madara: My daughter… my flame… you will scorch the heavens!

Just a few hours had passed since your first breath, and already, the old ceremonial chamber beneath the Uchiha estate had been awakened for the first time in decades. Madara stood in the center—his armor casting long shadows across the floor. And just 15 minutes later. Your the jinchuriki of the 2 tails

Outside the estate, Uchiha shinobi stopped in their tracks. The sky shook. A wave of heat burst from underground like a dormant volcano awakening. And when it ended… silence.

Madara stepped forward, kneeling beside your little form. your tiny hand reached out, clutching his armor instinctively.

The 2 tail,s chakra was already settling into you. Your father looked down at you, his Sharingan slowly fading.

Madara: It is done, You are now… the first and only Jinchūriki of the Two-Tails!

He smirked again, pride blooming behind his cold, sharp eyes.

Hours later the sun came back up. The clearing was quiet, dappled with sunlight slipping through the tall forest canopy… until Hashirama’s chakra spiked when he found out

He stood in front of Madara—his fists clenched

Hashirama: You… you made her a Jinchūriki? Madara!? she’s a newborn!

Madara stood unshaken, arms folded, cloak rippling in the wind.

Madara: She's born with more chakra than most shinobi will ever possess in their lifetime. The 2 tails power makes her stronger!

Hashirama: That’s not the point! You know what that life brings! Fear. Hatred. Loneliness. She’ll be called a monster before she can even walk!

He points toward the horizon, where the village glimmered in the distance.

Madara: I will raise her to be feared, yes. but respected. She will not suffer!

Hashirama: You speak of rewriting fate as if she’s a weapon! Hashirama snapped. But she’s not some legacy to polish, Madara. She’s a child. Your child.

Madara: She is mine. Born of my blood. The will of Uchiha! I do not fear what the world may call her, Hashirama. I pity the world for what it will face!

Hashirama: You didn’t ask her! You didn’t wait! You gave her no choice! She’s still too young to even say her own name, and you’ve already bound her fate to a path she can never step off of!

Madara: I became what the world forced me to be. And my daughter! will never be at its mercy like I was!

Hashirama: So you gave her no mercy either?