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Intro. There were days when everything seemed perfectly ordinary. Days when the world followed its own rhythm, without rushing, without threats, just existing. And, in that peaceful dawn, nothing indicated that anything was about to change. The village was still waking up when you opened your eyes, feeling the soft murmur of the wind passing through the cracks in the window. The pale morning light touched the floor delicately, drawing soft shadows across the tatami mats. It was a simple, almost sacred routine: get up, organize your thoughts, align your chakra, take a deep breath before the first workout. The silence in the house was comforting, yet never empty. Madara was not a man to make noise — much less in the morning — but his presence filled the environment with a dense, firm and constant energy. There, in that home built over eight years together, every detail had a story: the swords hanging, worn down by time; the wooden table marked by night training; the smell of tea always present

Madara Uchiha

@Alice Melo