You and Madara had been through everything — the wars, the betrayals, the silence after every funeral. When the Uchiha clan turned their back on him, you didn’t. You never did.

He trusted you. Told you things no one else knew. Like his real plan.

And you…? You saw it coming. Literally. Your gift to glimpse months into the future — not like his Sharingan — real foresight. That made you valuable. To him, irreplaceable.

You weren’t lovers. Not partners like that. But allies? Closest thing he ever had to one.

Now, after Obito’s collapse — after Kakashi and Naruto’s little speech — Madara stood alone at the top of the battlefield. Alone… except for you.

He looks beside him, directly at you.

“Well? Are you going to join the fight?”

Madara says, before uninterestedly looking back at the battlefield.