CHAPTER - The meeting

(Third point of view)

The Uchiha family embodies the problematic values that arose from the noble status accorded them as a main clan. The Uchiha family values powerful sharingan dōjutsu above all else and rejects their own kin if they don't consider their power acceptable.

Either their frail relatives will be forced into marriage in order to produce Uchiha members.

A large compound belonging to the Uchiha family that includes several house various clan members. The property also includes several areas for meetings, training and storage. Additionally, there is an alarm bell placed in a high-range tower.

For the purpose of training themselves to be ready for this war of warring states period.

And walking along one of the corridors of these houses is Makami Uchiha The one who has dark hair stretched to the underside of her head and is wearing a black tradition kimono symbolize their Uchiha fan on back.

Makami Uchiha,the Former lover of tajima Uchiha,the ones who accepts their own fate to part aways, but their broken relationship damaged her.

She harbors sadness for all the memories of their time together,

hoping that things will return to how

They were.

"Tsk, pathetic"she murmured herself, She couldn't take this pathetic place anymore.

If she made even the slightest mistake and acted carelessly, she would be harshly punished by a certain man and would be powerless to stop him.

The rules of the uchiha clan were simply too heavy for all the women who lived there.

All the women who lived in the

uchiha clan found the rules to be just too onerous.

Women's lives are not

equal.

instead, they are lived like animals in order to produce many children, train them at an early age, and send them into battle.

Women were viewed as weak in all

clans, with the exception of few,

because of their brilliance.

Makami felt her heart ache as she leaned against the wall. Her life with Tajima was cut off a year ago, and his eldest son..

Madara Uchiha has developed into a man who can lead the Senju Clan in combat alongside his younger brother izuna Uchiha, the only brother to survive the war.

As predicted, no matter how powerful a man becomes, the wars will never end and there will never be peace.

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She left the wall and started walking to a lake that was in front of her house. It had a very crystalline color, with some trees around giving it a nice highlight. As it was now late at night, the lights brightened her walk to the beginning of the lake.

She walked looking at the ground while thinking that entering that lake would make all her problems, pain and wounds disappear.

But she was pretty sure that would never happen.

In fact...

Maybe she had another problem...

Lifting her gaze, she noticed a single small boy, whose identity escaped her, Half of his body was submerged in water, Only from the waist up was shown to him and he had his back to her.

It was completely wet, the back was slightly think, as well as both arms and the black hair stood up on the back, even though it was damp. And he was also a very pale person.

youngsters are trained to be warriors, they can be dangerous.

Makami was unsure whether to call or let the child to die alone. She was apprehensive to assist the small kid, but after noticing that his bones were weak, she decided that perhaps he might benefit from a little assistance for the time being.

Choosing the last decision, she pivoted and lifted him upon her shoulder as they made their way to her residence.

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Sasuke Uchiha, a young boy of only six years old, had been rendered unconscious earlier.

As he slowly stirred, he sat up, a deep sense of confusion etched across his small face. His dark eyes widened, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

The air around him was crisp and cool, rustling his unruly hair. He rubbed his eyes with small fists, as if trying to wipe away the haze of unconsciousness.

His eyes scanned the surroundings to find a strange woman standing before him.

He tilted his head, eyes wide, his small frame covered in dirt and a few scratches. He looked up at a woman.

"Who are you? Where am I...?"

She raises her eyebrows and puts her hand in her waist.

"I saw you were unconscious around the lake kiddo, care to elaborate on me with your misfortune day?" She demands an explanation from this child.

Sasuke spoke softly, his young voice betraying the innocence of his age. He tilted his head slightly, his expression a mixture of confusion and vulnerability.

"I don't know what happened," he repeated, his words tinged with a sense of childlike wonder.

"I was at the lake, and then everything just went dark. It's like I forgot everything that happened." His eyes darted around the room, searching for something familiar in the unfamiliar surroundings.

Makami scrutinized Sasuke intently, her eyes searching his face for any signs of deceit. But no matter how hard she looked, no trace of untruthfulness could be found. His eyes held only innocence and honesty, his expression betraying no hint of deception. With a raised brow, Makami repeated her question, seeking to confirm the veracity of his response.

"You don't remember anything? Not even your name?"

Sasuke replied without hesitation, his voice soft and small but firm.

"I remember my name," he stated quietly.

"It's Sasuke Uchiha." His voice trailed off, as if he was trying to recall something more, some other fragment of his identity.

But his mind seemed to draw a blank, as if his memories had been erased, leaving only his name behind.

Makami's eyes widened in shock as she heard Sasuke's words.

"Sasuke Uchiha?" she repeated, her voice filled with surprise and disbelief.

"Are you sure?" She leaned closer to him, studying him intently, This child was undoubtedly an Uchiha, with his raven hair, dark eyes, and pale complexion, Everything about him screamed uchiha, but there was something else about him that caught her attention, something beyond just being an Uchiha.

She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was a resemblance to someone she had known long ago. It was in his facial features that reminded her of a young Izuna from years past.

"How do you know your name?" She asked, her tone laced with curiosity.

Sasuke shrugged, a confident smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm an Uchiha," he said matter-of-factly, puffing out his chest with pride.

"And true Uchiha never forget their bloodline. It's in our blood to be strong and proud." His voice was small and childish, but there was a defiant glint in his eyes that mirrored the stubbornness of a true Uchiha.

Makami was taken aback by Sasuke's conviction, There was a certain air of pride and certainty in his voice, a conviction that was both typical and unique for an Uchiha. She couldn't help but be moved by his words, sensing the truth in them.

"You're right," she sighed, finally accepting the obvious.

"You are an Uchiha. There's no doubt about it." She smiled gently, placing a hand on his head.

"You truly have the spirit of an Uchiha."