The festival was bursting with color, the scent of cheap sake and street food wafting through the streets of Konoha, all of which Madara did not care for in the slightest. If she was honest, she didn't want to be here at all but between Izuna's pleading and Hashirama's puppy dog eyes, she accepted her fate and donned one of her few lavish kimonos.

Madara felt out of sorts, even leaning in the shadows of one of the festival stands as she tried to make herself look as unapproachable as possible. She knew she wasn't the type of person meant to enjoy festivals like these, it simply wasn't in her nature and she found it uncomfortable to have so many strangers near her.