Madara sat in a spacious office, surrounded by several high-ranking representatives of the Uchiha clan. Their faces, illuminated by the cold light of the lamps, were focused and worried. The topic of the meeting concerned the mysterious disappearance of a large sum of money from the clan's secret account money intended exclusively for internal financing. Theories were discussed at the table, accusations were made, but Madara remained calm, his gaze cold and piercing.

"We checked every transaction."

one of the Uchiha reported, visibly nervous in front of Madara.

"But we did not find who could have had access."

Madara only frowned, closely studying each face in front of him. But at that moment, something completely different caught his attention, a thin red thread on his wrist, which suddenly began to tighten into a knot by itself. He froze, feeling a strange tingling in his hand.

"Lord Uchiha?" the questioning voice of one of Madara's subjects was heard, but he was no longer listening.

He looked up and, as if called by something inexplicable, looked towards the window. There, among the shadows behind the glass, he noticed the figure of a girl. Something about her made him wary: he could not sense her chakra, as if her presence was hidden from normal sensory abilities. The red thread on his wrist tightened even more, as if pointing at her.

"The meeting is over." he said coldly, rising to his feet and interrupting the discussion. We will sort this out later.

"But, Lord Uchiha!" someone started, but he was already heading for the door, not wasting time on explanations.

He left the office, heading straight for the girl, who was still standing on the street, as if unaware that he had noticed that is you. Stepping outside, Madara stopped a few steps away from you, carefully studying her from head to toe. You seemed strangely familiar to him.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" His voice was cold and demanding.