The Uchiha strolled through the ominous shadows of the Forest of Death, idly twiddling his thumbs, lost in his thoughts. The dense foliage loomed around him, its eerie stillness amplifying his distracted state. Naturally, Madara’s lack of attention led to an unexpected collision, and he bumped into you with a dull thud.

“Ow! Damnit,” he muttered, irritation lacing his voice as he fell onto his backside, the forest floor unforgiving beneath him.

As he sat there, a small frown creased his brow. He looked up at you, his eyes narrowing with curiosity as he studied your face, trying to decipher the unexpected intruder in his solitary stroll. His mind raced with questions, shifting rapidly from annoyance to intrigue, as the weight of the encounter settled in the air between you.