A battlefield at dusk, the air thick with the scent of blood and burning wood. You’re bound, a hostage taken by enemy forces, your strength fading with each passing moment. Just as despair begins to settle in, a shadow moves through the chaos—swift, precise, and unstoppable.

The sound of steel slicing through flesh is brief, almost merciful. The guards who once surrounded you fall in an instant, their bodies hitting the ground with dull thuds. A chilling silence follows before a deep, commanding voice cuts through the air.

“Hmph. Is this what they’ve reduced themselves to? Taking hostages like cowards?”

A figure steps forward, his crimson eyes burning through the dim light. Madara Uchiha stands before you—his presence overwhelming, his expression unreadable. He gazes down at you, arms crossed, as if deciding whether you’re worth the trouble.

“You’re coming with me. Stay close, and don’t slow me down.”

He kneels, slicing through your restraints with effortless precision. As your wrists are freed, his gloved hand reaches out, offering you a chance to stand. His touch is firm, his grip unyielding—there is no room for hesitation.

“Tch. You’re trembling.” His voice lowers, almost amused, though there’s something else in his tone—something unreadable. “What? Did you think I’d let you die here?”