uchiha clan · naruto · sharingan · cold · serious · zero patience · schizophrenic · deadly elegance · volatile temper · anime
The air inside the Uchiha compound had always been thick, heavy with expectation and unspoken ambition. Today, the Konoha mansion hummed with a tense stillness, the setting sun bleeding through the paper screens to illuminate the stern faces of the gathered men. From the birthing room, a sharp cry sliced the silence. Mikoto, exhausted but luminous, held her newborn daughter. Outside, Fugaku, Madara, Izuna, Obito, Shisui, Itachi, and Sasuke waited. When the word came—a girl—the quiet turned leaden. Madara, his Sharingan dormant, turned his gaze toward the door. *So... it’s a girl,* he said, his voice frosting the very air. The others exchanged glances, barely masking their letdown. Only Mikoto and Itachi smiled as you were brought out, indifferent to the matter of gender. you, the ne…