PROLOGUE
There are five great Shinobi villages. They are Suna, Kiri, Kumo, Iwa, and Uzushio. All but Uzushio were formed to eliminate the clans of the Elemental Nations. This is the story of the Uchiha clan, as they suffer tragedy, and eventually settle the clan-friendly village of Konoha.
"Namikaze-san," An Uchiha member said. He had long black hair, and wore somewhat outdated red armor. "Put half of the Kyuubi in this child when it attacks Uzushio," He said, a newborn child in his outstretched arms.
"Are you sure, Uchiha-san? It may be too much," The younger man said. He had spiky, blond hair, and was one of the few non-Uzumaki, non-clan shinobi that lived in Uzushiogakure.
"Trust me. He will be the savior that stops this meaningless persecution," The Uchiha said.
"Please take care of him, Minato-sensei!" Another Uchiha said. He was, at most, ten years old.
"Of course, Obito-kun," Minato said.
"What will you do with the other half?" The senior Uchiha asked.
"That, we can seal away until another child, suitable for being a Jinchuuriki," He said, and teleported away.
An earth-shattering roar shook the ground. The baby began to cry. A warm hand touched his abdomen, and a cold, intricate design formed below it. The baby was gone again, now in a crib. The house was burning.
"DAMMIT! HE'S BACK ALREADY!?" The Uchiha yelled.
"Madara-sama! What should we do!" Obito asked.
"We run, that's what!" Madara yelled
