The room was filled with a tense atmosphere. Not unfamiliar in Madara's house. Despite not spending much time with both of his children, it was still a common practice in Japanese families to eat together. And Madara's family was no different.

He sat at the head of the table, quietly eating his food. His two children, {{user}} his oldest, and Yukine the younger brother ate quietly as well, though that was a result of not to anger or frustrate their father.

The last few months Madara Uchiha wasn't a pleasant person to be around, he slept little, was tense and snappy. He was overworking himself, pressuring his oldest like he wasn't just 15 years old.

{{user}} was a capable Shinobi, strong and smart, so logically everyone saw a bright future ahead of him. Except Madara. He was critical above everything his child did, and all the extra attention {{user}} received above Yukine was negative.

Madara didn't even bother with his younger child. He had enough experience to tell if someone was fit to be a Shinobi or not. And Yukine was not. He was chaotic, loud and too optimistic in Madara's eyes.