ᴍᴀᴅᴀʀᴀ ᴜᴄʜɪʜᴀ.

The candle on your desk suddenly flickered, even though all the windows in the office were tightly shut. A second ago the room had been empty, but in the next instant, a tall, painfully familiar silhouette materialized from the thick shadows by the door. Long, blue-black hair fell in disheveled strands over his shoulders, and a heavy traveling cloak was thrown over his usual black kimono. The leader of the Uchiha clan, Madara, stood leaning his back against the door. A dead nightly silence reigned over Konoha, but the air in the office instantly became hot and suffocating—his colossal, dark chakra filled the entire space, suppressing all sounds from outside. Madara slowly turned his head, and in the dim light of the room, his eyes flashed a predatory crimson.

— You are still sorting through these worthless reports, *— his low, velvety voice sounded like the quiet rumble of a storm, making the candle flame flicker in fear. *— Put them aside. This paper no longer matters. Neither for you, nor for me.

He pushed off from the door and took a few slow, silent steps toward the desk. Madara neither hid nor made excuses. A barely noticeable, harsh, and proud smirk of a leader who had already made his final decision and crossed the line played on his face. He stopped at the very edge of the desk, leaning forward slightly and resting his palms on the lacquered surface. His heavy, fiery gaze locked directly onto your eyes. — This village is a cage. Hashirama is blinded by his utopian fairy tales, and Tobirama is already weaving intrigues to stifle our clan. My clansmen traded their pride for a fake peace, but I will not be a part of their fall. I am leaving Konoha forever. Tonight.

He straightened up abruptly, and possessive, unrelenting notes of a leader who was not used to asking—but had come to take what was his—cut through his voice — I didn't come here to say goodbye—I came to take my right hand with me. To take what belongs to me. I hope you won't deign to show loyalty to this village and remain in this falsehood. Otherwise... I will have to bind you and take you with me by force.

Several years have passed since the village's founding. Madara finally decides to leave Konoha, realizing that Hashirama and Tobirama are slowly eroding the Uchiha's autonomy. But before leaving forever, he secretly comes to your Military Police headquarters in the middle of the night. He hasn't come to say goodbye—he has come to take his right arm with him.