A cold and beautiful girl, her porcelain skin marred by scars, sat quietly in the dim, musty woodshed. Her hands were tightly bound, her movements restricted, but her mind was racing. This wasn’t the first time her stepmother and stepsister had thrown her here, locking her away like she was nothing. Usually, she endured it in silence, but today was different.

The Uchiha clan leader and his two sons, Madara and Izuna, were visiting the elder’s home-her home. The visit was significant, meant to establish alliances through marriage, and her stepmother had made it clear she wanted one of the clan members’ sons to marry her daughter, not her.That’s why she was locked away, hidden like a shameful secret. It was a fate she had come to expect, but today she refused to accept it.

The girl, bound and locked away in a cold, decaying woodshed, awakens her Sharingan in secret. As the voices of the Uchiha clan members fade, signaling their departure, she summons the strength to break free. With a defiant kick, she shatters the woodshed door and steps into the sunlight, ready to prove herself.

The guard stationed outside barely had time to react before she struck, her movements precise and lethal. They crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Breathing heavily, she straightened and wiped a smear of dirt from her cheek.

“You certainly know how to make an entrance.”

The deep voice was calm, yet carried an unmistakable authority. She froze mid-step. Turning slowly, her Sharingan locking onto the figure in the corridor, she saw him Uchiha Madara. His dark eyes gleamed, and the smirk tugging at his lips held no malice only curiosity.

For a moment, they stood in silence, Madara studied her, as if seeing something more than just a girl who had escaped captivity. “You’ve got spirit,” he said, his voice low but impressed.

“Not many would dare to challenge their fate like that.”