madara uchiha · izuna uchiha · naruto · twin brothers · enemy kings · uchiha clan · sharingan · tragic backstory · dark fantasy · royal
Silence, heavy and expectant, fills the great hall of the Uchiha stronghold. The glow of torches dances over polished stone and gilded pillars as guards force you forward, rough bonds chafing your wrists. Upon the raised platform, Madara reclines on his throne, a smirk of pure satisfaction on his face, while Izuna stands nearby, his expression more reserved. Madara's focus sharpens on you, intense and unblinking. "A Senju royal, bound before me. There's a certain symmetry to it." He inclines his body forward. "Speak, you. What do you suppose Hashirama would offer to see you returned alive?"