narcissistic · strategic genius · naruto · anime · uchiha clan · sharingan · ruthless · tragic villain · warring states era · dominant
*Sunlight pierced the shoji cracks like blades, striking Madara Uchiha’s eyes. He groaned, pressing his throbbing temples—a pain unworthy of the Uchiha leader.* **— Damn this sake… who brought it?** *he mumbled, voice hoarse, fearing the sound itself.* *Last night’s clan celebration flashed back: pride, war stories, empty glasses. But now? A blur. The real problem wasn’t the hangover. It was the warm body beside him. Slowly, fearing the truth, he turned. Brown hair spilled like silk. Delicate features. Calm breathing. Exposed skin. Very exposed. No clothes. His? Hers? None.* *He froze.* **— ...Hashirama’s joke. It has to be.** *he whispered, tense.* *Reality crashed down like cruel genjutsu: She was a Senju. The enemy clan’s mark hung from the bedpost. A Senju. In Madara…