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al-hekima-madara-blog · 7 months

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Madara Golden Age : Chapter 8

the core of ninjutsu ~ Izuna POV

Previous chapters on A03

Izuna POV, Warring States Era fic, Uchiha-centric, graphic violence, mostly canon compliant, seinen style, madaracore

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"Madara, here you are! I was waiting for you outside the compound!" I shout out while coming inside the main training building and joining him on top of the stands.

"I was on my way. I took some weapons from the storehouse and… I've been distracted," he holds firmly the grip of his sword hanging on his sash.

He's disgruntled. I can hear it by his forced sarcastic tone. I watch over the crowded ground. A hundred people are busy fighting an invisible opponent, repeating the same kata movements again and again until it is imprinted in their muscles. Others are stretching their body, or wrapping their hands and feet before boxing a bag of sand. Nothing out of the norm, but if I judge by Madara's body language, he's fuming...

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the-madara-squad · 6 months

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MADARA WEEK 2023

BY POPULAR DEMAND MADARA WEEK EXTENDED UNTIL THE 31ST OF DECEMBER!

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After the Uchiha event in summer 2023, it's a great pleasure to announce the Madara Week 2023. The prompt fits the darkness of winter I hope you won't be afraid and will participate . It's a creative event open to everyone loving Madara, debutant or confirmed artists. So don't be shy!

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1/ Each day comes with a different theme. Pick up the ones who inspire you the most, -you can also combined them- 2/ You have three weeks to draw fanarts, write fics, one shots, podfics, headcanons, metas, random thoughts, poems, songs, gifs, memes ect ect… as long as you create it yourself for the event. 3/ the whole prompt can be general audience or NSFW. Up to your imagination ! Just be sure to precise it in your tag and your post. 4/ Madara week means : Madara must be the main character of your art. As back-up, others characters from Naruto can be included along with your self-insert, and your Original Character. 5/ share it using the hashtag #madaraweek2023. We'll make sure to reblog it between the 18th to 24th of december and to give everyone visibility. 6/ Have fun! The aim is to celebrate Madara Uchiha with joy and flamboyance.

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omeya · 8 months

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Madara x Reiki (@al-hekima-madara-blog OC) from her fic Madara: Golden Age

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37835563/chapters/94475503

#madara #uchiha madara #reiki #madara uchiha #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto founders #founders

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madaraservingcunt · 1 year

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Just saw the ask for the fic recommendation and I was curious if you know any good Uchiha focused fics (with focus on Izuna or Madara’s and Izuna’s brotherhood/bond, the clan in general, family bonds) were shipping isn't paramount?

All non-shipping founder fics I know are typically 1-shots and full of heartbreak 😔 but let's dive in!

Short story post Izuna death ⚰️

Madara celebrates Izuna/Obito's bday 🎂

Madara & Izunas' final moments together 🫂

@al-hekima-madara-blog fic 😎

And to make up for the list of depression:

Madara pizza driver AU 🍕

Madara high-school AU. 🏫

(I'm a sucker for high-school AUs and I'm not immune to silliness)

Short story on Izuna being mischievous >:3c

Last but not least:

Enjoy!

Anyone who has more recommendations pls share!

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al-hekima-madara-blog · 7 months

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Uchiha branches (headcanon)

Musashi Uchiha, also known by the nickname Water Boy comes from the civilian branch in a farmer family and thus tends to be underestimate and mocked by his shinobi peers.

Despite his humble origin, Madara immediately saw in him an extraordinary potential. But having the leader's full attention can also be a source of stress. His expectations are higher than the moon.

More about the Water skilled Uchiha in chapter 8 : The Core of Ninjutsu. Wednesday 8th of November 2023, 10pm CET

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Forgive me for the delay, those last weeks I wasn't in a mood for writing anything. But today at last, I can confirm that chapter 8 is released tomorrow on AO3.

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al-hekima-madara-blog · 8 months

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Madara Golden Age : Chapter 7

Coming of Age ~ Izuna POV

Previous chapters on the table of content

Izuna POV, Warring States Era fic, Uchiha-centric, graphic violence, mostly canon compliant, seinen style, madaracore

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"Being the head of the Uchiha clan is a nightmare wrapped up in a never-ending headache. I can't fathom why anyone would have the motivation to be one", I sigh when discovering the piles of scrolls from our distant units throughout the country which have accumulated during the night in the storage room to the point, they go over the secretary's office. At the same moment, the twin siblings Nashi and Momo open the main door, come in and close it quickly. When I pass my head by the window, a line of impatient civilians is already...

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al-hekima-madara-blog · 2 years

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Madara Golden Age

Chapter 6 : My only brother

“Madara, you know I’ve trained your father and I fought alongside your grand-father. But do you know that I met once your great-grandfather? He was already advanced in age and I was just a boy. It was a long time ago when the Uchihas were still mostly shepherds living up in the mountains. I was young but I remember precisely his presence. He was coming back from hunting, a deer on his shoulder and an incredible bow, taller than him, in his other hand. He had this special chakra, so heavy, so raw and powerful even when he wasn’t kneading it. It was as if Lord Indra himself was breathing through him, tightly clinging to his soul [...]"

Read chapter 6 here

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source image : Ibuki Satsuki (?)

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al-hekima-madara-blog · 2 years

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05 - MADARA GOLDEN AGE (fic)

A name carries power

illustration done by the amazing artist @friizer follow her on twitter : @_FRiizer Do not use without permission.

Previous chapters on the table of content or AO3

Madara POV, Warring States Era, Uchiha-centric, graphic violence, mostly canon compliant, seinen style, madaracore

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“His excellency, Prince Genji.”

I immediately sit down on one knee. I have just enough time to briefly scan the room before a large strand of hair obstructs my view. Relying on my senses, I feel fifty-six strong samurai chakra’s signatures to my right, and forty-seven to my left. They’re all sitting seiza-style, perfectly aligned like pieces of shogi ready to be played with. In front of me, the prince is surrounded by four of his retainers. The dimensions are quite spectacular for a dojo: ten meters in ceiling height, sixty meters in depth, all made with the finest wood, and the morning light is beaming from the large window panes. The acoustics of the room are designed to make whispering between people almost impossible. Several meters ahead of me, I hear the prince’s garments slightly creasing when he stands up. He closes his folding fan with a sharp snap and walks towards me. One of his advisors begins to introduce me.

“The Uchiha clan's leader, Lord Madara, has just arrived to show his humble respect to your Excellency. Last season, his leadership has been noticed in active combat. Aside from their usual act of sabotage, the Uchiha have shown very distinctive offensive attacks. They were already renowned for their massive use of firepower. But now they combine this skill with speed. They can redeploy their forces with extreme rapidity, leaving their opponents unprepared to counter-attack or retreat. Those actions have weakened your enemies' strongholds, and they’ve been defeated in many strategic points, which allowed you to push forward your army’s expansion next year, now that your southern frontier is secured. This shinobi sect has demonstrated without a doubt his loyalty to your cause and a severe approach towards the dissidents.”

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

I hear the clomping of his heavy steps echoing against the walls. When he reaches me, he kneels too and uses his closed fan to raise my chin. A tessen... a war fan made of heavy plates of iron, unpleasant and cold against my skin.

“Proud men don’t like having to look up, do they?” he says, plunging his sparkly green eyes into mine [...]

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al-hekima-madara-blog · 2 years

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04 - MADARA GOLDEN AGE (fic)

Reiki

Thank you so much @hakkobi for this illustration, what a powerful gift to draw! You've been able to put into reality exactly what was on my mind. Follow her on twitter here :@hakkobi

Previous chapters on the table of contents or read directly this chapter on AO3

Madara POV, Warring States Era, Uchiha-centric, Introspection, Angst, graphic violence, mostly canon compliant, seinen style, epistolary chapter

your reblogs and comments are always welcome🥰 Happy reading !

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It feels like wild horses are racing inside my chest, pounding furiously against my rib cage. Just the thought of that day is enough to paralyse me. And breathing is always difficult when it comes to that point. Stay focused. Breathe in. Breathe out. If I keep doing this long enough it shall pass. Just stay focused on your breath. Don't overthink it anymore... Breathe in. Don't let this stop you... keep walking onward... don't let them come at you... never surrender... never! Breathe out!

“Madara-sama !”

“Madara-sama ! Are you ready ?”

Sama ?

Sure... six months ago I took over the leadership of the Uchiha but being called this way was still alien. Everything happened so quickly after that, the leadership, missions, battlefields, some victories, some losses... in fact everything changed for me but nothing changed for the clan. I knew what to expect though, father prepared me for those days, I knew the price to pay for it but... All of this is already turning sour before I can even pick up the fruit of it... I push her image back deeper, deeper in my mind. Ghosts can't help me anymore, can they?

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al-hekima-madara-blog · 2 years

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06 MADARA GOLDEN AGE (fic)

My only Brother

illustration done by the amazing artist @friizer follow her on twitter : @_FRiizer Do not use without permission.

Previous chapters on the table of content or AO3

Madara POV, Madara's life before Konoha, Warring States Era, Uchiha-centric, graphic violence, mostly canon compliant, seinen style, madaracore

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The four men release their chakra and let themselves fall from the ceiling without a sound on the floor. They have been separately training for a month to learn how to both knead and reduce their chakras, a very counter-intuitive way to use it, and it takes a lot of mental strength to hold it for a long period. Well done, it makes them almost undetectable. This technique can’t be used in combat since it limits the amount of chakra, but it’s a perfect jutsu that Izuna invented for espionage activities and to avoid most sensors' radar. I take out from a file a set of cards, each of them with a personalized symbol. I put down the first card in front of me, representing the first person I recognize.

“Hikaku, my dear cousin. The best talent of this season, Shimora said. An impeccable sense of strategy, not scared of going first line. However, many superiors note a lack of respect for authority. If you weren’t so quarrelsome, you’d have been assigned to missions with men under your command…”

“I’ll do better, I promise!”

I sigh. “Clearly, the blood runs thick in the family…”

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the-madara-squad · 11 months

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Uchiha Week - Prompt 2023

Day 7 - 23rd July 2023

hashtags : #Uchihaevent #Uchihaevent2023 #Uchihaeventday7

Sasuke's birthday ! All about Sasuke! You have to organise the perfect birthday for Sasuke, what would you do? Who would you invite? Art, headcanons, analysis, fic, gif, amv... any creation involving Sasuke as the main character !

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al-hekima-madara-blog · 2 years

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MADARA GOLDEN AGE

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courtesy of the very kind and professional : @friizer her twitter : @_FRiizer

"Sometimes Madara wonders when did he lose himself ? Then all the silent pains, all the sacrifices comes back to him with violence. His memories, Izuna's memories... everything is tightly merged forever inside his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan.

The rising tide of past can't be repress anymore. Madara relives the young man he was before the legend, before Konoha, before the Infinite Tsukuyomi, before solitude, before the exile from humanity, before plunging into his own darkness.... Bygone days where he was the Hope of the Uchiha, his brother's laugh echoing in distance, his comrades in arm's oath of allegiance, his striking victories against enemies, a yellow house on stilts, a woman's embrace he swore to never leave, cicadas singing at the height of summer, his true dream for his clan... To protect them all, he was ready to endure. But nothing ever happens as you wish. Nostalgia of this era aches like a phantom limb clinging to his old soul. Through ashes, blood and fire... Madara remembers his Golden Age."

01 Prologue : The Other Shore - Madara POV

02 Sons of Father - Izuna POV

03 Father of all evil - Izuna POV

04 Reiki - Madara POV

05 A name carries power - Madara POV 06 My only brother - Madara POV 07 Coming of Age - Izuna POV

08 The Core of Ninjutsu - Izuna POV 09 Untitled - Madara POV (work in progress)

You can also follow the Hashtag #Madara Golden Age on tumblr

(This table content will be updated every new release, don't forget to go back to the original post from time to time 😉 )

This story is an homage to Masashi Kishimoto, I do not own his characters. However, I trust implicit mutual respect between Naruto fan for the time we all spend into our passion. please do not copy/translate my fanfic in an other platform without my permission.

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al-hekima-madara-blog · 2 years

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02 - MADARA GOLDEN AGE (fic)

Sons of father

All my thanks and gratitudes to the amazing artist @friizer for this illustration, please follow her on twitter : @_FRiizer

«Before the legend, before Konoha, before the Infinite Tsukuyomi, before plunging into his own darkness... There was a young prodigy and his brother eager to serve his clan. His name was Uchiha Madara and this time was his golden age»

Izuna POV, Warring States Era, Action, Shinobi adventure, Seinen, Power struggle, graphic violence, Uchiha-centric, Lime

Follow my updates for this fic on the table of contents || AO3

Father died exactly how he has always dreamed: on a battlefield.

"My condolence Izuna-kun."

"Thank you Ranshin-san. You were my father's right hand, he had always trusted you with his life."

"I consider you both like my sons, I remember holding you when you were just born, you can always count on my loyalty. He says while putting his heavy hand on my shoulder."

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

Ranshin is such an oddity among us Uchiha. He is 1,98 meters tall and a broad figure carved in oak, but his deep obsidian eyes and short raven hair can't lie about his origin. Turning left, he reaches Madara, but there is a long line of people already queuing for him. Comrades in arms, distant family members, affluent Uchiha delegations, and even humble artisans from nearby villages. After all, he is now the heir, the one who will inherit the position, and the Uchihas authority. All responsibilities now befall him. I wish I can find a way to lighten his shoulder. Since father's departure. He has withdrawn himself into a dull silence. Father's death is having a higher impact on him than I expected. During the ceremony, no one clearly sees his features. He is just standing there in front of our father's open coffin, his head low and his locks covering his face.

Some people notice it and embrace him longer than usual, they even come as far as stroking his hair. I didn't realize before how much people were attached to him, even if they were only seeing him from distance. When Ranshin approaches him, he just put his hand on his shoulder the same way he did to mine.

Two days ago, while our father and his men were retreating in the woodland. It had been reported that they fell under an ambush. Four of them were killed with him. While we were listening to the survivors, I felt Madara trying to control his breath. Something had put him off, his chakra was so different than usual. People around us thought it was a demonstration of sadness and didn't pay much attention. But I knew there was something off about it. It was something unsettling that was making my stomach turns. I slightly bend over to his ear.

"Are you alright?"

I whispered so no one but him could hear me.

"I'm ok." He murmured.

And slowly, he came back to himself. But stayed mute until the end of the funeral.

"Nii-chan ! Hey, nii-chan!"

I slide the door open into his room but it's empty. Same in the bathroom, and the kitchen.

"Where are you? It's terrible! It's about the elders' council."

He answers by rising drastically the level of his chakra to the point the house's foundations are shaking. Manifesting his presence in a such dramatic way... That's the problem when you have to deal with an empath doubled by a gigantic ego. He knows you're around at two hundred meters. But he doesn't even deign to use his voice anymore to announce himself. I'm running to the opposite side of the house. Father's room again? He has stayed days and night there for the last weeks, reading every reports, and classifying documents. And when he is not there he's spending a lot of time at our neighbour's home... That's so erratic of him...but who am I to judge someone's way of coping with loss? I come in out of breath. This time he is not reading a rapport, but studying father's old maps. The one he used when he was planning an attack.

"The girl... from... the onsen told me," I start panting. "the elders are talking about the succession, they are talking about father's brothers but they never mention your name"

"That was expected..." He says in a slow voice. "I'm 17 years old and not enough experimented."

"Who cares? That's your birth's right!"

"Sometimes it's better to be patient. In few years..."

"In few years, our cousins will be over 18 as well they will inherit the position from their father. Are you just going to give up?"

He sighs exasperated.

"It's not that simple, Izuna. Uchihas' leadership is a complex mix of influence and best bloodline. Father himself didn't inherit from our grandfather but from a distant uncle. An occasion will open one day."

He changes the subject suddenly.

"Have you read this book?"

He points at the war table. The one where father used to pin large maps, and move pawns. We were never allowed to touch this table. It was like a sacred place if « sacred » can ever mean something in a shinobi's life. How strange to see Madara now putting his fingers on it.

" Sun Tzu, the art of war ," I read the title. "No, I haven't..."

"You should. That was Father's favourite one. He had annotated every page."

Daisuke Uchiha, my father's third brother has been formally accepted as our leader. He always has been a weak shinobi in my opinion and an even weaker decision maker. In a way, it's as if they are giving directly the leadership to Kiyo, his wife. She is the brain behind this hold-up. She is from an affluent merchant branch of the Uchihas that has ramifications up to the daimyo. Everyone seems to agree on this nomination and next week during the assembly, they will officially elect him. In comparison, Madara and I are two orphans without such connexion or wealth but only our immaculate bloodline.

It's a warm spring afternoon at the compound. Cherry trees are blossoming in the backyard of the training ground. To me, those pink flowers have never evoked anything romantic. Rather it reminds me of the beginning of the fighting season after the winter truce. Everyone is busy at the dojo. Madara and I have been assigned to train the teenage group. While technically we are from this age range, our years on the battlefield put both of us above them all. And more, we grow up in the compound and start training as soon as we were able to walk on our own. We never knew anything but the military environment. Today the training we've organised for them is intentionally tough. We need to be sure that the new recruits are perfectly ready to be sent frontline in few weeks. Our enemies know that we've just lost our leader, they expect disorganisation from our side.

All shinobis between 10 and 16 years old are reunited for a fair fight. For a reason I've never understood, they prefer to be trained by Madara.

"We progress faster than with you Izuna, you talk too much"

Oh thanks... Knowing he is only available on rare occasions. They're today more motivated than usual. Even their parents are watching from distance. Madara is fighting four of our cousins together. Hikaku almost 16 years old is the second sibling but is leading the fight and tells his brothers what to do. In taijutsu there is absolutely no one capable of defeating Madara, but Hikaku is a promising force. Give him more years and he will probably be an excellent lieutenant. Now and then, he forces my brother to protect himself from his attack. They are all activating their sharingans, giving everything they got and he doesn't bother to activate his. I watch lazily the fight from afar, already knowing the outcome. I keep stretching my legs, I've been so tense those last days... Suddenly someone seats on my back with all her weight.

"Move! Are you insane?"

"Oh! You're so mean Izuna," she says pouting. "I just wanted to help you."

Aiko sits next to me. I'm trying to slap the top of her head but she's moving too swiftly and avoids it. Her mother and mine always have been neighbours. There were not many housewives in the compound able to understand this atypical lifestyle, and naturally, they quickly became close friends. When she couldn't breastfeed her, my mother who just had me few month ago, proposed her help. Since that time Aiko was my foster sister. And as far as I remember she was always sneaking into our house. Madara and I used to sneak into her garden, climbing the fences between our properties.

Woow! Impressive!

I'm hearing the sound of four bodies loudly collapsing on the floor. Immediately people knock on the floor with their wooden swords to express their satisfaction. All of the four cousins were KO. Madara tends his hand to raise them one by one. They are all broadly grinning and greeting each other. He loves fighting more than he loves politics... I'm shaking my head desperately. In few years ... even if you still beat them they will have a strong position...

"Izu-kun, are you listening to me "

"Mmh ?"

"I said, " repeats Aiko, "Madara seems to recover from the funeral. Training with people he cares about, that's what makes him move on with life, but what about you?"

"Me ?"

"Yes, how do you feel lately ?"

"I'm alright," I say with an innocent smile.

She pauses. I hate when she does that! As if she was scanning my soul...

"You've just lost your father, I know how both of you were close to him. And now, you only have each other..."

"Well, that's the cycle of life."

"Izu..."

She will not let me go so easily. She knows me too damned well. Time to do diversion.

"By the way Aiko, are you now intimate with nii-chan recently? That's your way of giving him... comfort?"

"What are you talking about?" She said stunned.

"I don't know... I just saw him every night sneaking through your house. And to be honest, he has passed the age when he was just stealing apples and strawberries."

"That's none of your business..." she says with a mysterious smile.

"So it's true? That's gross...but well, we, men need to discharge our..."

"Oh shut up!" She seems offended. "Why are you always so crude with me and such a gentleman with other women? I am a woman too, I need to be treated gently."

"You're a woman?" I say with irony. "Hard to believe!"

Last summer, she demonstrated to everyone how far she could make her chakra travel under the enemies' line. Like an underground spider's web ready to be set on fire, leaving countless burning corpses behind her. Aiko the black widow... that's the surname she inherited since then.

Before she can answer me back, her voice is drowned out by the crowd. People are loudly arguing about who is going to be Madara's next opponent. I take off my top and throw it at her face without a look behind her protest.

"People need to see a real challenger, and I feel called by popular demand !"

All heads turn to me. Everyone raises their voice in excitation. They know a spar between us was always entertaining. And I feel in the mood to give them the show they are asking for.

Izuna ! Izuna ! Izuna !

Unimpressed, Madara just put himself in position.

"Come here, you ugly monkey." I mimic him.

"Hm. So you choose violence today, Ototo ?" He said with a devilish expression on his face.

I'm rinsing my swollen face near the fountain and applying a balm on my wounds. That bastard... always needs to show off, especially if there is a public watching him. Ranshin-san comes sitting by my side.

"I've just talked with the old man from the dojo he is furious, he said your little sparring will cost him a fortune in reparation. The floor is ruined, there are three big holes in the wall, and apparently, a bearing wall had been weakened, I had to promise it will be paid back..."

"Send the bill to Madara," I reply while spitting blood in the sink. "That's his work."

"A collective work in my opinion... Anyway Izuna-kun, you progress so much recently."

I raise my contorted face.

"Not enough to win or to reduce the pain, unfortunately."

"At least you're still conscious. My nephew finished knock-out last time. And..." he lowered his voice. "I just came back from the backyard a moment ago. Madara-kun was hiding behind the trees, spitting blood as if his soul was coming out of his lungs. I think you broke him a rib or two. Continue this way and in few years you will be his equal and why not even better than him."

Picturing him, pitifully puking in the middle of blossoming sakura trees is comforting to my heart, but not enough.

"Well this, I'm not sure... Madara got a stamina that it's not even human at this point. This blow you're talking about who broke his rib, last summer when I use is against the Uzumaki clan, I killed two of them and you know those one are tough. And more, he mastered already three elements. I mastered only two and raiton is my favourite. It will always be weaker than his wind and fire element combined."

"Shinobi's value is not just a question of raw data. It's about what you are doing with those pieces of information."

"That's not what my father will say" I noted sarcastically." Power is like a sword cutting off the strong from the weak I'm surprised you're contradicting him now he is dead."

He smiles sadly.

"I admit, we didn't always share the same point of views. But, you know Tajima-sama temperament... he always had a way to stop any contradictions. Right now I can hear his strong disapprobation. Don't teach my son your loser's technique ! "

He imitates him with such accuracy that I burst into laughter.

"Izuna-kun, all I'm saying is that Madara is a strength of nature like rarely exist every century. And this abnormal powers comes with a lot of disadvantage that you can exploit."

"Disadvantages ?"

"Yes like...feeling aside from others. Being treated like a freak of nature."

"You say that because you're so freaking tall?"

"Haha maybe..."

"Nii-chan mmh... I think you exaggerate, sure he is a bit special most of the time but he doesn't even put any effort. But you told me before our mother was the same, the stern type. And children loves him, I mean no one is fighting to be my apprentice."

"Children are competitive, they just want to be around the stronger one. But you have your own specific quality. The sooner you discover it, the better for you."

I try to stand up and despise the pain.

"I guess your right, Ranshin-san. But before I find it I need to rest for the next twelve hours."

"Have some rest, my child. Tomorrow we're leaving early."

"Oh yeah, I remember that mission... see you!"

"For someone who claims to need some rest, you seem pretty much in great shape last night."

I sit on my futon, out of breath and fully naked, looking around me. Where are my clothes? The dawn is not there yet and the room was too dark to see anything.

"I was, Ayumi, and then you came knocking at my door in the middle of the night and I wasn't anymore."

She finds my pants and my top between the sheets and throws them at me.

" I was just checking about you, people said you've been badly hurt."

"Madara is badly hurt as well, I didn't see you running on his laps."

She nervously flips her silky black hair to the side.

"I was worried about you only, as always."

"About me, huh?"

I quickly put my dark blue mantle on, and my swords around my sash.

"Are you in a hurry... ? Are you going to meet her again?"

"I'm going on a mission..."

"And she is an agent working for the Uchiha," she finishes my sentence.

Maybe it is time for me to find better excuses. I take her face with my hand, her long eyelashes always accentuate her childish expressions. There is nothing she can hide from me. I was reading anxiety and desire mix together. It is exciting how she is entirely at my mercy. One word and she will again give herself to me without hesitation. I caress her face and let my fingers wander around her lips, and parted them. She starts to bite me.

"Those last days, Ayumi, I found you very concerned about my loyalty while you're a married woman who doesn't respect her vows."

She removes her mouth from my hand and lowers her gaze in shame.

"Is that your guilty pleasure, Izuna, playing with people's feelings?"

"I never lie to you..."

I kiss her slowly, following the curve of her collar bones.

"I never promise you anything..."

She is panting every time I come closer to her ear.

"...And it's not my fault if you can't control, your lust for me."

The temptation to continue is burning me inside but this mission is too important for me to stay there between her thighs. I move back my head from her. And rearrange my hair in a ponytail.

"Come on," I said in a colder tone. " Get dressed and leave before my brother notices you."

She seems upset but still does what I said. Before closing the door behind she adds.

"He is an empath and a paranoiac. He knows I'm here long before I enter the front gate. What if one day I'm tired of waiting for you and I choose the other bedroom?"

"I don't mind sharing." I tease her. "I'll do everything for my brother."

She slaps the door, furious.

" Hikaku and Tenzo will take care of the granary, Akira and his men the forgery, I'll do a diversion at the samurai quarter, Saito the bridge near the river while Izuna will take care of the main target and gives us the final signal. Everybody understands?"

In a clearing near an opulent town, a dozen of suspicious men are gathering around a map drawn on the mud by Ranshin. Our clients have tried for months to force the high battlements of this town in vain. And at its centre, a fortified castle stands on a hill dominating the whole area. An impossible summit...at least for a regular army constrained by the code of honour. Sabotage is for us shinobi a common mission. Despite that, it's always a highly risky attack and everyone needs to be perfectly coordinated.

"After everything is done, we'll separate in different directions. And we will meet again back in the compound. Avoid being seen at any cost. If you're trapped and there is no way to escape, take those little balls of poison whatever you choose to eat them or break them in your hand the poison will quickly kill you and destroy your skin. Your corpse will be impossible to recognise or use for experimentation. Any questions?"

"Not a question but just a word."

"Izuna, go on."

"This is the last mission ordered by my father before he passed away. It was the first time he gave me such an important key role. To honour his name, let's make it a success. The more stealthy we behave, the higher the reward."

They all approve in silence but with fierce energy illuminating their faces.

Entering a fortified place always has been an easy game for me. With my slender appearance, people always think I am younger than my age, and if adopt a simple-minded attitude, I was always taken for an innocent lamb. People are so easily fooled by a lovely face... I've learnt that a long time ago. If only they knew they are actually letting the fox sneaks inside the henhouse.

I'm walking silently on the main rooftop, observing the area, it's the landlord's wife's birthday. There is a huge party in the private apartments. I'm wondering if people living downtown are aware that while a whole army outside their gates is ready to storm them in few hours, their leaders are lavishly spending their resources on luxurious meals, alcohol, musicians and whores... People often say that we, shinobi, live without honour. But if an Uchiha leader is acting publicly this way during wartime? His lifespan would have been drastically shortened.

My target is leaving the main party holding hands with a woman. I'm following them from a distance until they go upstairs to the highest spot of the tower.

"As the castellan of this fortress, claims my target. I have a perfect vision of all my surroundings. Can you see over there? After the bridge, there is our attackers' army. They've been besieging my gates for almost a year now, look how pitiful they are... The way my ancestors designed this fortress, it's impregnable. Unless... they magically pass through the walls Hahaha!"

"My Lord," whispered the woman pressing herself against the man's chest. "Thank you for being such a protector to us all. How can I show you my gratitude?"

She loosens the obi of her kimono and sits on the balcony. Offering her cleavage to his view.

"Although this is your wife's birthday. I wanted to offer you something special tonight because you've been so generous to me for months. Would you like it?"

"Anything for you my dearest."

"Then close your eyes, yes just like this... She is especially coming for you only. It is said that her charms are beyond imagination."

"She? Oh, I like where this story is going."

I come closer to the man, my hand caressing his neck making him thrill. With two fingers, I softly rotate his head up to expose his neck. He was like a virgin offered to me for a holy sacrifice.

"And what is your name, my lady?"

"Death."

He falls loudly to the wooden floor. I slice off the carotid too quickly for him to even realise his own agony. His blood slowly covered the floor and reached my toes. I wipe my face splashed by his blood. She stares at me with terror. Oh yes... she never saw me before in such a role. She knew why I employed her as an agent inside the palace, but it's probably the first time she actually witness a real murderer in action.

"We should go, I say gently while drawing back my dagger. They might be drunk downstairs but we need to leave as far as..."

A muffled noise of people walking upstairs interrupted me, I can tell they are about a dozen.

"My Lord! We have been informed of a commando attack coming for you. Let us come in and check for your safety."

Why did he go to the samurai quarter before my signal? The plan is rushed. I have to improvise.

"Alright let's go now, by the balcony," I whispered to her.

She still doesn't move. Paralysed. Oh no... not now.

"Let's go !" I insist.

I'm trying to grasp her arms but she resists and cries out of fear. The guards behind the door translate it as a signal for forcing the door.

"Now come with me or die with them," I command as an ultimatum.

She finally wakes up from her lethargy.

"Just hold me tightly and don't look down."

Finally, the guards enter the room and find out their master face down in his blood. I leap into the void as far as I can from the high tower. Swiftly, I turn my body to face them, still holding the woman in one hand and the second one starting doing mudras.

Katon : kuda-kitsune no Jutsu

A hundred foxes made of fire, run through the room, entering the samurai's mouths, and sneaking inside the tour's canalisation.

After four meters in free fall, I'm managing to throw two kunais attached to a rope in the opposing building's wall. We collide painfully against the wall but at least we are alive.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I think so... she says her head against my chest."

"I'm sorry, it's going to be noisy now. Bear with me."

I cover her ears and mentally set five foxes that I've left upstairs into fire. The top of the tower explodes with a loud deflagration.

"Now, this is my signal ," I say to myself, hoping the rest of my comrades are ready.

I look above my head, ashes flying in the air with this familial smell of burning flesh, it was almost poetic in a way. But downstairs is a different story. The explosion send people into frenzy. But it is rather good for us, nobody notices us sliding down the building's wall and leaving the castle outside the fortification.

"Thank you for your help," I say with a warm embrace. "I'm so sorry it was more chaotic that I've planned but at least we are both alive. Here for you."

I put in her hand a small bag of coins.

"Now leave far away, the army is coming inside the wall tonight. I'll contact you later."

After she disappeared into the night, I walk alone in the wood to a cliff where I can observe the fortified castle from afar. In total, I count four fire breaks from different parts of the town. Which means all my comrades have succeeded with their targets. Now it was my time for my hundred fire foxes to terminate the place. I've ordered them to possess samurai they find in their way, eat up their chakra and infiltrate canalisations until they reach the foundation. Blowing up the tower's last floor was just a signal for my people to clear themselves of the castle as soon as possible. The countdown is almost finished.

4...

3...

2...

1...

0...

Ignition

For a second a column of flame seems to connect Earth and Heaven and illuminate the night. The impregnable castle was gone in one final blast, wiped out of Earth. I heard in the distance voices of military troops in the west side screaming with joy, they know now that the surrender is close, we have opened the gate for them to come in and sack the city. But that was not Shinobi's work anymore. The outcome of war was none of our concern as long as they paid us the right amount of gold for this mission.

"Izuna, let's go."

"Ranshin-san ! Is that you?" You scared me. "I though we said we should go in separate way ?"

"It's fine, just follow me."

"I can't wait to retell everything to Madara! And I wish father saw me..."

Ranshin is not sharing the same excitement. The mood is really broody for a mission perfectly accomplished, something is really putting me off. Have we lost a comrade? I don't insist for now and wait for him to be ready to talk.

"By the way, why did you alert the samurai quarter so early to the plan, they almost got me you know?"

He doesn't answer me back again. How long are we going to walk in this heavy silence?

"Ranshin-san, I know that we are supposed to do a big detour before going back home. But shouldn't we avoid... Senju's borders?"

Ranshin stops walking and sighs deeply. All of a sudden I realise how age has marked his face.

"My boy, believe me. I'm doing this with a heavy heart."

"Doing what ?"

Doton : Hebi no jutsu

It was not just by his height that Ranshin was impressive as an Uchiha but by his rare mastering of doton that he copied from fighting for years shinobi from land of Earth. Stone snakes sprung from the soil and constrained my four members.

"What is going on Ranshin? Are you under a genjutsu?"

I'm watching around me, we are isolated in a wasteland, in the middle of the night.

"I'm so sorry Izuna-kun that you are the collateral damage. But we've struggle so far for this moment..."

"Wait...What is going on ?"

I'm trying to reach kunais in my pocket, but my arms are numb, the stone snakes are aspiring my chakra and I'm already feeling myself dangerously weak.

"Ranshin-san you were my father right hand, what are you talking about? Wake up!"

"It's not a genjutsu, it's reality. Because I was his right hand, I knew your father and I've witnessed his failure deeper than you will ever know."

"Ranshin...," I barely articulate. "Why...it doesn't make any sense...he...trusted... you..."

Tears of rage start to overcome me. It cannot finish like this? I have to find a solution. Find a way Izuna! Anything! I can't die like this. This is a nightmare. An Uchiha can never betray his brother, Raishin you lie! Raishin tell me the truth. Tell the truth!

TELL THE TRUTH!

TELL.

THE.

TRUTH.

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03 - MADARA GOLDEN AGE (fic)

Father of all Evil

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My previous chapters here in the table of contents || AO3

Izuna POV, Warring States Era, Action, Power struggle, graphic violence, Uchiha-centric, mostly canon compliant, seinen style

Here ends the second and last Izuna POV. There will be more in the future of course but next chapter will go back to Madara POV. Oh and let's play a game ! There is a BIG reference to a famous TV show, the first one who find it😋. I'll do a little headcanon of any Naruto's character of your choice. Enjoy the reading and tell me in comments everything you felt !

«Before the legend, before Konoha, before the Infinite Tsukuyomi, before plunging into his own darkness… There was a young prodigy and his brother eager to serve his clan. His name was Uchiha Madara and this time was his golden age»

My previous chapters here in the table of contents || AO3

Izuna POV, Warring States Era, Action, Power struggle, graphic violence, Uchiha-centric, mostly canon compliant, seinen style

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I come back home at the break of dawn. Birds are barely chirping when I reach the main wooden porch and my heart can't help to skip a beat. In the morning, father always sits there on the floor, drinking tea with his subordinates, commenting on reports, and chatting loudly. There was always this little court of close comrades around him and Ranshin was at the first place. It was impossible to sneak in and out of this house without him cracking his dry humour. “Oh look, guys! That's my number 2, will he do the mission I assign him or will he repopulate the zone? I never know with this one” the echoes of his men's laughs will follow me until I left the neighbourhood. Madara has always complained that he was so laid back with me only and I would have argued that they actually spend more time together but today I don't know what to think anymore. Who are you, father? Why is your absence chattering one by one all my convictions? I thought I was a shinobi, I could get used to it but I can't... Today the porch is empty.

I bypass it through the garden. Madara is already writing in his room. Or should I say still writing from the night before. As long as I can remember he doesn't entertain sleeping a lot. He takes some cat nap but I never witness him going into a full eight hours of sleep. And as practical as he is, he uses this spare time to read and do housework. I've always made fun of him, he looks so domestic all of the sudden. From lord of war by day to private secretary at night. But I'm not in a mood for amusement now. I'm exhausted by the hours I spend walking alone in the wood, trying to make sense with all my anger boiling inside.

I enter our house without taking off my sandals, covered in mud, he nods absently.

"I'm going to the training ground now, are you coming?"

Noticing I'm not moving he pays more attention to me. Confused by my appearance, he stares at me from head to toe. Then I throw at him what I was holding for so long. He soon realises Ranshin's head rolling at his feet.

"What the hell is this ?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm about to ask you, I say clenching my fists, What the hell is this?"

"Have you gone insane, Izuna? Our father's right..."

"HE FUCKING SOLD US TO THE SENJUS," I lash out.

I take Madara inside my sharingans, and share with him my recollections of the assault. Ranshin is amongst those I would have never questioned the loyalty... Father never questions his friendship, why would I? And yet he was able to betray us in plain light. Even between us Uchihas, there was still a power hunger and it was silly of me to think my father's departure won't awaken the darkest ambitions. This disgusting truth opened my eyes to a new form of sharingan able to dominate Ranshin's cognition. Although a powerful genjutsu user, it was a far cry from that power flowing in my optical cells... My inner vision became so vivid and intricate! Nothing that I've experienced before. Nothing that he could neither control.

Tell me the truth

He tried desperately to resist my intrusion but there was no secret in his soul I could not perceive. He was compelled to surrender, unclosing himself in a vision within a vision. How his heart was rotten by the feeling of being forever second to my father. How he had been torn apart between his loyalty to Tajima and his growing scepticism toward his policy. They were brothers in arms since childhood, and Ranshin followed Tajima when he set on the impossible task to reunite the quarrelsome Uchihas branches under a single authority. But the endless loss of their friends changed their relationship. After many decades of living by the swords, he stopped to comprehend the reason for all those sacrifices, deep down he was disgusted by his friend. But he stayed mute and observed how power corrupts everything it touches. Tajima changed. Gone was the charismatic young leader fighting for unity, war made him power hungry and cruel.

It wasn't anymore fighting for clients, his extensive warfare on Senjus was getting personal and nothing on earth could make him change his mind. He will carry on regardless of the cost, always wanting retaliation. That same warmongering rhetoric was exalting his most fanatic troops but left Ranshin indifferent. He was growing weak and resentful of him... It was getting out of control... He had to do something, to stop this... And he knew he was not the only one thinking this way... They have to negotiate with the Senjus. As painful as it sounded, there was no other way. In secret, they made contact... slowly, slowly for months... and one day they met their leader Butsuma Senju in person. He said he was willing to end this as well, he promised them peace, he gave them expensive gifts to prove his goodwill, but he also asked them to prove they were ready to change their leadership and open a new relationship...

« Subtle and insubstantial, the expert leaves no trace; divinely mysterious, he is inaudible. Thus he is the master of his enemy's fate. »

Sun Tzu.

"Madara, while I was walking back home, I thought about those last weeks since father was gone and I can't believe you are the type to just sit and wait. I remembered that book the Art of War you asked me to read, and I started to connect the dots; all those people who hold you and stroke your hair at the cemetery, they did it exactly in the same manner like a code... Your fake submission to the council's decision. You, going to Aiko's house publicly so people think you're having an affair and not meeting your allies... Do you take me for a fool? How come it took me three weeks to realize you were organising a coup against the council and I, your closest one, is not involved?"

He doesn't say a word. He just keeps fixing me as if I am the most interesting insect he ever observed before.

"You think I'm a child, do you? If I'm not involved and the coup failed, I won't be punished? Well, let me tell you something, this plan is lame! Because if I'm involved there will be no such bullshit option as failure .

The more I'm talking the more my frustration is building up. My sharingans respond to my fury and swirl again until it reaches its new form. Is he even listening to me now? My new pupils take his whole attention. I've expected surprise or at least pride. but I get the saddest look paint on his face. I cease using them. My anger vanished immediately, I've never wanted to be for him a source of disappointment. He lowers his gaze, suddenly tired of this conversation. His attention comes back to the beheaded pouring blood in his tatami.

"Congratulation genius. Now, what are you going to do with the proof of your murder in my room?"

I clear my throat to gather my composure. It's quite unusual for once, him so detached and I losing my cool.

"I've already reported the incident to the council. I said we have been hunted down by a group of samurais. I beheaded him, in the same fashion they do it after a victory. Tomorrow they will find the rest of his body rotten somewhere in the heathland nearby."

"You're not answering the question."

"It's a gift," I said with a gesture of annoyance. "Put it somewhere in your trophy's shelve."

He closes his eyes with a faint smile. Ranshin's head starts setting on fire. Skin is crackling and burning under the intense flames. His face is distorted into the most disgusting expression. When Madara opens his eyes again, his pupils are such a thing of beauty. Glowing with an hypnotic passion, his crimson sharingans have a form I've never seen before, like three snakes eating each other's tails... Him too, he got those... for how long?

"Forgive me, Izuna. I was wrong you're not a child anymore and we have to do it together. I knew for a while there were pests somewhere crawling in the shadow. Father warned me about them. He felt that something was off about us losing ground against the Senjus, they have a mole inside the compound leaking information to them, but he died before he could identify them or maybe... he refused to believe who they were. It's only at his death that I've understood how deeply rotten those people were. They've sabotaged missions and sacrificed young life against a war they knew they will lose on purpose to shaken father's position. They compromised themselves with a sworn enemy, and prostitute their honour as Uchiha for money and positions... I will never forgive them. But now, thanks to you, those rats are forced to come out of their holes and they are in a panic. They thought you were weak and if they give you as a hostage to Butsama, I will be isolated and easily manipulated. Now they won't have a choice but act quickly. And then we will..."

"Strike them." I finish.

"Hm..." he agrees.

A skull. That's all is left of the great Uchiha Ranshin. Now that the skin is gone, the flames are attacking the bones, tearing apart the structure itself. making the skull falls apart until it is just ashes. Father told me long time ago that fire element is by nature the most destructive and its violence is feared by the weakest. But fire also removed stain and imperfections. It purges from parasites and warm up bodies in winter. Everything is purified through fire. Everything.

"Do you know it was my idea to make everyone embrace Madara during the funeral?" Tells me Aiko proudly. "It was unnoticed but let him know precisely how many people he can count on. I guess he never allowed so many people to touch him in a none deadly way before. Have you, Mada-kun? Did you feel aroused or something?"

"Can you shut up? We've arrived." He grumbles while hiding his embarrassment.

It's this portion of the forest which is so deep that even the sunlight struggles to touch the ground. Madara jumps at the highest tree around to check how far we are from the clan Hideout. Aiko and I join him promptly but still trying to stifle our laughs. Now that I'm fully updated on my brother's plan, Aiko is giving me details. The more I'm listening to her the more baffled I am by his sense of strategy. He sees far beyond all of us, ten steps ahead and still finds a way to integrate the pieces of information I got from Ranshin at the last moment.

"In less than an hour, we'll make history," she concludes while observing in distance the step pyramidal mountain where the Hideout is perched.

"Or we all die in disgrace..." Madara adds. "Even if we succeed, do you realise how our life will be different forever? It's a dedication to the clan. There is no coming back."

"I'm ready for this life," Aiko says confidently. "I was born into it."

"We are all together in this adventure," I wink at him.

As he looks at both of us again, he sighs thoughtfully. I know he can't help but worry for us.

"Let's go." He finally commands.

There is one thing I've always tried to imitate in vain, his ability to hide from others. As soon as we reach the first checkpoint. My brother immediately switches to the emotionless mask of Madara the Shinobi. Since early childhood, it has always unsettled adults when he plays poker face, without batting an eyelid. They can't say if he is listening or not, and in a way, it gives him a kind of power over them without saying a single word.

What makes the Uchiha Hideout so particular except his form is actually the protective genjutsu dome around a portion of the forest. Unless you are an Uchiha possessing a three tomoe and registered as being part of the assembly you can't see our hideout and of course, you can't either access it. For an important day as the election of a new leader, the security has been extremely reinforced. Every ten meters we're approaching the hill, we're tested by complex passwords and submit to some questions to check if we aren't intruders passing for Uchihas.

It's only when we start climbing up the eastern tower to join the main building that I realise the scope of the uchiha clan and how crazy is our objective. Sure, Madara has followers back to the main compound and among civilians. But here it's only the three of us against the elite amongst the elite. If the shinobi families are the most respected and obvious choice for leadership, other influential lineages are present from all part of the country. Merchants, diplomats, member of priesthood, Blacksmiths guild. They don't participate in the battlefield except on extreme occasions but they are valuable dormant spies established in different regions and hidden in palaces and towns for generations under a false identity. It's easy to spot them, their navy blue uniforms look immaculate, made with the most expensive and shiny fabrics that no shinobi will use in daily life. But they all express pride to be allowed for once to wear it in public. Roughly, I'm counting three hundred people in the assembly, every single one obviously mastering a three tomoe. If we make any mistake as Madara has warned us earlier, we're dead in a second.

We slide along the packed corridor to the main hall. The Uchiha stone throne is standing alone in the back of the room, raised by a platform of stairs. Behind it, the word fox is carved into the wall surrounded by eights swirls. The room is so crowded and everyone seems to be in a good mood, people who haven't seen each others for years are greeting and embracing, taking news from family back home. Despise the fact that I've seen people coming back and forth at home, I was way too young to remember most of them. And in return few people acknowledge me or Madara. Occasionally some people are pointed their fingers at him, whispering Tajima's name. But we don't waste time in small talk and go directly to find a place in the row of tatami facing the throne.

"Let's sit in the back."

"Madara, that's far from..."

He doesn't listen to Aiko and moves on to the last line.

"He never likes to have people in his back, he's so annoying sometimes it makes no sense... "I shrug.

At the same moment, an important group of people make their entrance into the main hall. They are quickly surrounded by a small crowd. The famous Kiyo emerges from this group, sublime and regal in her dark blue silk kimono, the uchiha crest embroidered on her long sleeve. She was over 40 years old, but her face has a strange attractive beauty, finely crafted by age, almost no makeup but still, her pale figure has kept something timeless. Behind her, almost invisible her husband Daisuke is scampering at her side. Kiyo is definitely the queen of the day. As soon as she finds her seat. The high priest Kengen and his assistants start lightening the incense and intone some prayers to open the ceremony.

"We are today reunited to choose a new leader," starts Kengen. "I would like to thank everyone for having been able to come from so far and gather so quickly after Lord Tajima's departure. Without further due, and according to our tradition. All candidates shall present themselves and we will start voting with a show of hand."

I've been told that in the past, it can sometimes be thirty candidates presenting to the vote even if they know they had no chance. But it is a strange tradition where some people like to show off their eloquence to the group. But today it seems that everyone is in hurry to resume this election as quickly as possible. Two people stand for it. Daisuke and an obscure representative of the blacksmith guild who has naturally zero chance to win. He makes some jokes about the fact he will impose a tax on damaged kunais every time Shinobis degrade the blacksmith's work after only a week of use. Then, my uncle, Daisuke stands up. It was so annoying that from afar he looks so much like father and he pushes in purpose the resemblance by adopting the same hairstyle. But Uncle, you can't be him without his sharpness. Sword and butter knife don't play in the same league, don't you know that?

"The time has come for me to...hum...be a legitimate candidate at my brother's succession. My priority will be to ensure harmony and cooperation between us. We will diversify our activities, strengthen collaboration... Nobody will be left aside. We will do it together...it won't be easy first but slowly slowly things will move to the right direction and we..."

While he is talking, Hikaku, sitting few rows before us, turns his head to Madara with a desperate look.

"Even if you don't win, I beg you to defend your father's name. I can't believe I'm listening to that fool." He whispers to him.

Madara stays still, arms crossed, patiently waiting for our uncle to end his ridicule speech.

"Is anyone else wishing to introduce themselves?" says Kengen. "No one? Then... Shall we precede to..."

"I have a question."

All heads turn to the back of the room.

"Can someone guilty of high treason be an eligible candidate?" asks Madara.

All of the sudden a loud noise rises from the crowd, profanities burst out from every direction. Uchiha are notorious for their violent directness, in battle as in conversation.

"Speak clearly young boy, nobody have time for riddle!"

"Is that Tajima's son? I thought he was taller than that !"

"This is an important time, but children are allowed to speak now?"

"Why don't you present yourself to the election if you're a real man?"

Without losing his composure, he continues with a louder voice to cover people.

"Our tradition wants us to choose a leader with impeccable morality, ready to die for the clan. Is dealing in secret with the Senjus a sign of virtue. Answer my question, Daisuke.

"This brat needs to shut the fuck up !"

"How dare you !"

"Sit down, your father didn't teach you respect for your elders?"

"In my time, he would have been beating to death publicly!"

"Born yesterday and trying to lecture us on traditions!"

"I didn't travel two days to hear such nonsense!"

Kengen tries to calm people in vain. Daisuke is bending down, listening to some whispers from his wife and then says:

"Madara-kun, my dear nephew. I know your father's loss left you and your brother orphan. I loved my brother, I would never do such a thing. And I will always protect you, you are my family and blood."

He is using the same tone that he would address a toddler. It infuriates Madara but he keeps his anger to himself, the moment is too important.

"Do you swear solemnly in front of all the assembly," he continues, "that you have never been into contact with a Senju?"

" I swear on my brother's grave!"

"Are you disrespecting my father's grave?" He raises his voice with a threatening tone.

"Are you losing your mind, Madara-kun?" He answered back with irony. "It's a serious assembly and you make people impatient with your childish attitude, you should calm down and check your paranoia."

" I have something to say," starts a quaking voice.

The elder member of the council stands up with difficulty. Due to his seniority, the assembly immediately goes quiet. Oda Uchiha despises his advanced age keeps a sinister appearance of a shinobi from a forgotten time with his facial tattoos and three fingers missing in his left hand.

"Knowing your grandfather, your father, and yourself Madara I can testify in front of this assembly that you are not a liar. However, you cannot raise such accusations against Daisuke's honour without strong proof. Speak your mind, son of Tajima."

Slowly Madara stands up and pointed his finger at our uncle.

"I accuse Daisuke of collusion with the enemy. And even now perjury on my father's name."

Aiko tosses in the air a scroll and unseals hundred of papers falling on people's knees. He goes on :

"Those are copies of Daisuke's letters. I hold the originals in my hands. Thanks to his appreciation for prostitutes, I've collected all of them in few days. I know this assembly is an exceptional gathering of the best plagiarists and imitators of the world. they can verify by themselves that it's not a forgery, Daisuke was in communication with various Senju's delegations for business contracts without the approval of the council nor our late leader."

Livid, Daisuke stands up as well, his sharingan swirling with rage.

"You son of a bitch! This is a scheme!"

The calligraphy experts immediately scan back and forth all the documents. Thanks to sharingan it takes them few minutes to read a dozen of pages incriminating him in secret business deals. But Madara doesn't even share with them the correspondence about our father's murder because if he does it now, it will explode the uchiha clan, and break apart all that father fought for; Uchiha unity. The more they are reading into it the more their fury is out of control. The cacophony rises to a level that no one is able of cooling down anymore. They are holding Daisuke by the throat ready to kill him.

"Daisuke explains yourself! You swear in your brother's grave?"

"It...it... It's...It was not my idea, it was K-k-kengen...The high priest! Yes! him ! he said it was a good commercial opportunity... I didn't know it was Senju's merchants! I swear I didn't know !"

I hold myself from laughing. As we have expected wolves are starting to eat each other. Kengen is sweating so much it was absolutely disgusting... He calls upon his ancestor's protection that he was just sending his monks carrying letters from region to region and if they were Senju's messages it was secret diplomacy with Tajima's permission.

The elders from different families come together around Oda and engage in a vivid conversation. They don't know if they should postpone this election until they settle this corruption case. Some say that if the high priest is involved, the election can't be valid. It went on for few hours. Until they reach a final decision. Oda speaks again in the name of the assembly.

"Our clan have always had a specific way to function. Sure the consensus of the council is always a must but it has been stated earlier we need a leader dedicated and loyal. Right now we are talking like a beheaded body. Let's vote for a leader first and this one will settle his judgment. At the moment, based on the proof we have, Daisuke's candidacy is void. Tora from the Blacksmiths are you still presenting yourself?"

"No, my Lord Oda. I'm far from having the dignity for the position..."

"Then who?" Asks the old man.

They all look at each other confused. It's not that nobody wants the leadership, but there are more or less all have been corrupted. We knew that Daisuke has spent a lot of money before our father's death to buy their support one by one. They just didn't know until now it was Senju's funds they've accepted. And none of them wanted to follow Daisuke in his downfall. It is the first time in Uchiha's history that nobody wants power. Lord Oda clicks his tongue annoyed by their silence and turns to my brother.

"Son of Tajima, after this incredible disorder, why don't you present yourself?"

"I don't want this leadership tainted by corruption and betrayal."

Madara's voice is surprisingly poised.

" Oda-sama you live long enough to know better than me that we, Uchiha have suffered so much to survive until today. We made tremendous sacrifices in the past. Everyone in this room lost someone we hold dear. My father is watching me from the other realm, and I cannot lie in his presence, if I was your leader, whatever long or short is my life, I would dedicate myself to the clan until my last breath. I would fight for you and build a new era of peace and prosperity for the Uchiha. But without your trust, and your support I cannot stand for you."

I scan the assembly. Everyone in this room has lost a parent, a child, a spouse, or a friend too early. The fact that so many of us have awakened a sharingan was indisputable proof. My father's leadership built a vital bond in a time of chaos, but their hearts yearn now for something else beyond bloodshed and endless suffering. By the look on their face, I know my brother has moved them simply by his raw and refreshing honesty.

Madara's election was an overall standing ovation. Frowning on him, Kengen submits however to the group's decision and gives him the gunbai once belonging to our father and the previous chiefs before him. My heart almost ceases when Madara sits on the Uchiha's throne. It's like a dream. And it seems almost too big for him, but it doesn't matter. It was his now, and nobody can contest it. I stay at his right side while little by little groups of people come near the throne to pay homage to the new leadership. Sometimes they have few words about a particular issue they would like to discuss in future. It's going to be a long afternoon to listen to every single one of them but he does it without a complaint. He observes father dealing with it a thousand times, he just needs to imitate him for now. The secret is to listen carefully and make vague promises. When Oda comes to him I wanted to help him but someone holds me back.

"No Izuna," whispers Aiko in my ear. "Now that Madara is our leader you're by default his heir. You can't help a subordinate. They have to come to you, that's the hierarchy."

After a long and difficult walk, he stands still holding his cane.

" Well congratulation, Madara-sama for you election. My knees are killing me, but you drag me here. I was expecting another long and boring vote. But you make this day worths the journey."

Madara shows a mischievous smile.

"Oh, but it has only just begun."

he bends over to the old man's ears so nobody but him can listen.

"Ask your grandson to carry you on the rooftop and take the best spot in front of the higher bar of stones. I promise you, it will be something you'll never forget."

For the first time in my life, I see what looks like a smirk on Lord Oda's emaciated face.

When the assembly reaches the rooftop, the starry night has already fallen. After spending the day indoors, the cold breeze feels like a welcome relief.

"Is that part of the plan?" I ask Aiko. "I can't remember..."

"I don't know he just said, he wants to convince the last hesitants . What does that even mean?"

Madara jumps on the highest of the three bars of stone, and amplifies his voice in a way it sounds like Heaven itself was speaking to us.

"Uchihas, you wonder why I invite you all here. This moment is crucial and needs to be under the close observation of the gods. Sake have been poured to celebrate this day. I got the opportunity to chat with all of you and I can't wait to strengthen our bonds shortly. But it's my duty as your leader to remind you that we are still undergoing a war and our positions are not secure. In this difficult time, unity is the key, acts of treachery cannot be tolerated. And yet a grave threat to our security has been the centre of our debate today. Confessions and proofs have been collected and authenticated. It needs to be settled immediately before everyone departs to their positions. Lord Daisuke, High priest Kengen come forward."

First, a murmur of general approval backs him up but it soon turns into concerns when he finally reveals his Mangakyou Sharingan to everyone. If Daisuke seems petrified by fear, Kengen keeps his dignity.

"By the authority given by my people and by following the tradition of our clan. You are guilty of collusion with the enemy. Do you have anything to say?"

Daisuke has lost all his superb arrogance, he was just a pathetic man, begging for his life. If he wasn't under a genjutsu who force him to stand still he would have probably been crawling on the floor. I can't believe this slug was supposed to rule us just few hours ago...

"I did make a mistake and I apologise. Madara, I'll do anything to be forgiven. I implore your compassion in the name of the bloodline that bounds us. If you show mercy, I'll be your most obedient servant."

From the height he's watching us, Madara seems closer to a Sphinx than a human being. Nothing is moving aside from his long hair blowing by the wind. But Kengen keeps his composure. He's a member of the high clergy, and a renowned scholar, he knows our laws better than anyone. Daisuke will be put in prison, shame and disgrace on his descendants. Himself will be forced to resign his position, and banishment from the clan might occurs if he chooses a strict policy just like his father. But it never happened that a cleric was ever condemned to jail. Or maybe... he's intuitive enough to understand that Madara represents a new era, and things won't go exactly according to tradition. He keeps gazing at the Mangakyou Sharingan before speaking.

"I'm guilty of my crime, Lord Madara and I'm ready for my punishment. As a man, I failed us and I was blind by my greed to the point of forgetting my loyalty. But I am also a man of knowledge, it is still my duty to warn my brethren. When I see those eyes of yours, I see now that the prosperous will decay. They are bad omens of destruction and death upon the clan. And you, his possessor, will know nothing but humiliations, loss and despair. There will be no rest in your fall until you lose yourself utterly. O my people, beware the throes of those eyes! May my words be a small compensation for my dishonourable life of vanity.

An eerie silence accompanies his words. Madara doesn't make any mudra, although two tears of blood roll on his cheeks.

"I, Uchiha Madara, descendant of Indra, son of Tajima. Leader of the Uchihas clan."

An intolerable mass of blue chakra raises from him. This chakra ! The same nauseous one I felt when they announce father's death... but it expands now at an intensity I can't believe he actually possesses. Do I possess this as well? It stabilises first in a form of a double rib cage joined at the backbone. A ten meters skeletal bust with two faces wraps itself in muscles and skin. This monster of chakra raises its arms into forming the mudra of the tiger. Panic crosses through the assembly. As a defence mechanism, all sharingans lighten like red fireflies in the dark. But what could they possibly do against this ? The humanoid breaths deeply in, its transparent ribs slowly spreading from each others.

"My Lords Daisuke, Kegen. I condemn you to death."

AMATERASU.

chapter 04 : Reiki (Madara POV)

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🔥Madarapedia🔥

Latest updates of all my ramblings, so you can easily binge-read and drown yourself in this blog.

AO3 : Alhekima (fic/analysis archive) Twitter : @Alhekima (mostly backup)

Madara & Uchiha clan :

Fanfiction : Madara Golden Age (Table content)

Canon-compliant expansion on Madara co-leading the Uchiha clan with Izuna during the Warring states era. Adventure, Action, Uchiha-centric, Power struggle, Violence.

Headcanon : Madara, the complete astrological birth chart

analysing his canon personality, guessing what could have been his whole astrological chart.

Analysis : Madara's rumours

How Madara's story in canon is retold by different characters except him.

Thoughts : Madara's life is tragedy upon tragedies

Why did he change drastically to become this corrupt?

Thoughts : Madara's core

His value system in opposition with Hashirama's

Thoughts : Madara, the Ghost of the Uchiha

metaphor and definition of a ghost. Why it fits Madara's position

Thoughts : Izuna, the true ghost of the Shinobi World

Present nowhere, but watching you everywhere

Analysis : Madara final Speech (anime)

how it resumes perfectly his actions

Thoughts : Canon Madara VS Fandom Madara

one of the rare (unique?) naruto character who is almost systematically OOC by his own fans (at least in tumblr)

Analysis : Speculations from the cavern part I, part II, part III, part IV

Let's try to guess what Madara did in secret for 50+ years

More after the cut🔽

Analysis : "Hashirama when did I go wrong?" 1/2 Dominate your inner demon

Breakdown of Madara's personal mistakes Part 1

Analysis : "Hashirama, when did I go wrong ?" 2/2 Breath out your spirit into the mud

Breakdown of Madara's personal mistakes Part 2

Meta-analysis : Uchiha & importance of bloodline

Hints toward a strong voluntary endogamy amongst Uchiha and Hyuga clans

Speculations : Sarada Uchiha's lineage : Speculation (02/03/22)

What if Sarada was really the child of Sakura, Sasuke and Karin altogether?

Thoughts : Indra (+ avatars) VS Ashura (+avatars)

It's a power struggle not a Good vs Evil

Headcanon : Madara : realistic headcanons

headcanons but with a seinen flavour

Headcanons: Madara as a parent

What if he had children?

Ask : Madara & romance?

headcanons on his love life

Humour : Why Madara is innocent

playing devil advocate to save your fav

Headcanon : Madara & Izuna, the Devil twins

Astrological perceptive on the Uchiha Brothers, why are Capricorn and Aquarius, winter signs, both so similar and different?

Meta-analysis : Is Madara our Lord and Saviour ?

Symbolism behind 24th of December and his role in the storyline.

Thoughts : Indra an other upset Capricorn

Before Madara, there was Indra.

Ask : Naruto & Hashirama, two Libras

Exploring degrees in astrology and it's impact on the character

Honest reaction : Madara exclusive interview

the POV, post-mortem, we all have been waiting for !

Thoughts : Kishimoto has a twin brother

About the unique bound of twins, how it impacts Naruto's characters

Analysis : Inconsistency in Narutoverse

I admire Kishimoto a lot for his work, but this is his main flaw

Thoughts : You wanna see Akatsuki for real?

Red full moon is a real phenomenon you can observe two times a year

Thoughts : Who would you cast to play Madara live action?

My top 5

Speculation : Madara is (still) Kaguya vessel

Is Madara coming back in Boruto? All hints (01/03/22)

Speculation : Madara & Jigen

Warring states' era flashback in Boruto? (16/03/22)

Analysis : Why and Who killed Itama Senju?

Hypothesis why the Uchiha killed Itama

Thoughts : Madara, Resentment & Betrayals

on the importance of diplomatic skills for a leader. And why fictions are based on real life event.

Analysis : Madara & Obito : awakening the Master of Chaos An attempt to understand this decode the disturbing relationship betweeen Madara and Obito.

Thoughts : Why Izanami is the most powerful Genjutsu

Reflection on Sharingan power in male and female users

Honest reaction : Itachi& Sasuke Edition

fun, no filter

Honest reaction : Madara Edition

fun, no filter

Honest reaction : Naruto Fandom Edition

fun, no filter

Thoughts : The Madara's voices holy war.

SUB versus DUB? Let's debate !

Analysis : How did Madara (really) awaken his sharingan?

an alternative investigation.

Thoughts : What is Madara dominant hand?

An existential investigation for fun

Thoughts : What if Marada's past was a seinen story?

A short parallel between Madara and with Guts from Berserk

Thoughts : Madara's distant uncle : Samurai deeper Kyo

They really look alike !

Thoughts : Uchihas are the plot in Naruto

Without this clan there is no story in Shippuden

Humour : Why Uchiha are undercover muslims

After Christmas, Ramadan deserve also to culturally appropriate the Uchihas

Ask: More Uchiha muslim content part 2

Others :

Databook : Morino Ibiki

Databook : Izuna

Databook : A founder of Kumo, is actually Jimi Hendrix

Onoki : the dysfunctional scale

Kawaki : A character that I appreciate

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OK so still me doing researches for my fanfic ( I'm like 60% done so we progress really well, I'm happy about it) and this annoying man can't fight like regular ninja with amazing kunais or an elegant katana. Oh no! So common ! He fights with a scythe... 😑😑 There like 5596 shinobis in Naruto but before and after him, no one ever use this weapon. I just can't visualise this object in action

So now look at me city girl walking into rural YouTube trying to understand how the heck this thing actually works :

Yes 17 millions view there is a scythe fandom niche and I wasn't aware of it

OK now I still don't know how to use it against an opponent in an actual fight. In japanese videos they always show the small version. But Madara uses the bigger version I really can't comprehend how this big thing is suppose to work. But hold on, Middle Age YouTube exists and saves my life :

I'm so invest in middle age scythe battle now, I'm crying 😭

The violence though 😭

Makes me wonder🤔, Madara's favorite weapon are always long and midrange distance : scythe, gunbai, katon,limbo , sharingan obviously. In favourable position he is never touched by the enemy.

That's why Gai was a perfect adversary to him. With his taijutsu he forces him into a close combat where he's not, I can't say weak that will be insulting, but just it's not his strongest point against a taijutsu master. Reminds me exactly Lee vs Gaara combat. Gaara was soooo bad in taijutsu, he never put any effort into learning even the basic. Probably he killed in the past any sensei trying to approach him...

Anyway, scythe is an unique experience you won't forget, I'm telling you...

#Al Hekima post #madara #What I have to do in the name of love...#But I feel like it's going to be full ninjutsu and genjutsu 😅#This scythe is not handy at all I'm sorry #I have zero fighting skills #but my aesthetic eyes is telling me no #this shit won't look sexy in my fic #with all respect for the rural community #it's still no #madara golden age

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