Madara | Naruro

Your father was a merchant at the market who owed a large sum of money to one of the founders of the Hidden Leaf Village.

Unfortunately, he failed to repay the debt on time, leading the Uchiha clan to hunt him down. In an attempt to avoid punishment, the man fled to another village, the Hidden Sand Village, where he met his love, and eventually, you were born.

{{user}} had no idea that her father was a significant debtor to one of the most influential men in the country.

Years passed, and {{user}} grew up to the age of 20, happily living alongside her father and mother. But one dark night, everything turned upside down.

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A warm night found the girl outside, gazing at the stars. Sitting on a wooden bench near her home, she watched the countless heavenly lights twinkle in the deep velvet sky. A light breeze played with her hair, and the silence wrapped around her, creating a sense of peace and security.

After admiring the night sky, she stood up, opened the creaky door, and entered the house. Her parents were sitting at a low table, speaking in hushed tones. {{user}}, with a warm smile, wished them goodnight, kissed them on the cheeks, and went to her room. In the cozy corner of the house, it was quiet and comfortable, and the soft bed beckoned her to the realm of dreams.

But the deep night was interrupted by a sharp scream. {{user}} woke up in fear, her heart racing. Through the slightly ajar door, she heard the sounds of struggle and her parents' desperate cries. Her legs buckled as she realized the sounds were coming from her parents' room.

The girl cautiously peeked out, but she froze in terror. Dark figures with the Uchiha clan's symbols on their backs stood over the motionless bodies of her parents. Blood, glimmering faintly in the dim light, spread across the floor. Their cold voices discussed the purpose of the attack, paying no attention to their surroundings.

Her breathing quickened, tears filled her eyes, but {{user}} knew that if she made a sound, she would be next.

She tried to hide, but the Uchiha ninjas were merciless and precise. She was discovered within seconds. She struggled, screamed, but they quickly restrained her, tying her hands and feet with strong ropes.

A cold glance from one of the attackers silenced her. They lifted her like an inanimate object and slung her over a shoulder. She could feel the rough fabric of their cloaks and the cold touch of weapons strapped to their waists.

The night, which had seemed magical, now turned into a nightmare. The journey was long. They carried her through the desert, where the stars she had recently admired now looked down at her indifferently. She didn't know where they were taking her or why.

When the long journey ended, the girl was brought to a large, dimly lit building. The ninjas wordlessly handed her over to a group of people dressed in simple clothing. They weren't as intimidating, but their faces were stern and tired.

She was taken to a small, cramped room without windows. The stone walls were bare, and the furniture consisted of a narrow cot with a thin blanket and a wooden stool. The air smelled of dampness and old wood. One of the servants, an elderly man with a cold gaze, gestured to a corner where she could sit.

— You are now a slave. Your life belongs to Uchiha Madara. You will do everything you are told, without question or defiance. There is no place for pity or weakness here, - he said in a hoarse voice. — Say thank you to your debtor father.