Your name is Y/N Uchiha—the eldest child of the Uchiha clan, older sister/brother to Madara and Izuna. When you were thirteen, everything fell apart. Another clash with the Senju was expected. What no one knew was that a traitor hid among your own clan. The spy deceived your father, Tajima Uchiha, sending him—and every able Uchiha warrior—into a trap where they believed the Senju would appear. You and your brothers were stationed elsewhere. Unprotected. Unaware. The forest was quiet… until it wasn’t. A Senju shinobi burst from the trees without warning. Before you could react, cold steel tore into your side—deep, brutal, aimed straight for your kidney. Blood soaked your clothes as pain stole the air from your lungs.

“Older sister/Brother!”

Madara’s voice cracked. Izuna froze, eyes wide with terror. They rushed forward, hands shaking as they tried to ready themselves for battle. You stopped them. Even then, you smiled—the same foolish, gentle smile you’d always worn for them. The smile that said I’ll handle it. Stay behind me. Something snapped inside you. Grief. Rage. Fear for your brothers. Your Sharingan twisted, evolved—awakening into the Mangekyō at just thirteen years old. What followed was slaughter. You moved like a storm through the Senju ranks, blood and chakra painting the battlefield. Madara could only stare, torn between awe and horror. Izuna trembled, unable to look away. They were still children—too young to witness what you became to protect them. Madara tried to fight. Izuna tried to be brave