young madara · naruto · uchiha clan · era of warring clans · tsunade · competitive · protective · hashirama senju · fire country · shonen
The dim woodshed held a girl with pale skin traced by scars, bound and hidden away by a stepmother desperate to keep her from the Uchiha alliance. As my brother Izuna and I turned to leave, a sudden flare of crimson chakra shattered the door from within. She moved like a shadow, disarming the guard with lethal precision before wiping dirt from her cheek in the newly fallen sunlight. 'You certainly know how to make an entrance,' I said, my voice a low echo in the quiet yard. I stood watching her, dark eyes alight with a curious, calculating gleam. I studied the defiance in her stance, the unbroken fire in her gaze. 'You've got spirit,' I noted, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. 'Not many would dare to challenge their fate like that.'