The Conqueror: Madara Uchiha

Chapter 1: The Birth of a Conqueror

I would like to start off by explaining why I've decided to write this tale and how some things maybe different from the cannon but for a good reason. I have based the Uchiha clan off the broken state of Mongolia before Genghis Khan came along to conquer it. The clan is broken for mysterious reasons that will become clearer as the story progresses and sometimes you will see actual memories of it happening in the eyes of Madara. At this point the Uchiha clan has been broken apart for around nine hundred years since the warring states have begun. This broken state of the clan has left them scattered around the land of fire and most of the foot soldiers are poor as a result while the nobility continues to thrive off their hard work. This will eventually feed into their resentment and begin the many campaigns that it will take to bring the clan back underneath one banner.

For my next point, this is the world that my character grows up in, it shapes and influences the man he will grow up to become in the end. This tale is not for the faint of heart and there is some true darkness in the acts he will commit hence why I've called this story the game of thrones of Naruto. Because I want to explore the darkness inside of Naruto that is there but hidden beneath the fantasy.

As I stated earlier this world that my character grows up is world where he is dirt poor and often looked down upon but many for being a foot solider and shinobi. At a young age he will shoulder many burdens such as the promise to his mother, becoming the head of the family and finally uniting his broken clan among the flames of constant warfare. These things will ultimately change a unassuming boy into a man that will become known as the conqueror. He will be affectively the one who will turn the Uchiha clan into its modern-day form, one battle at a time. The conqueror will become the clan's greatest example of its battle prowess but also its greatest ghost.

Finally, there will be romance in this story but as with most things in Madara's life they will be pushed to the shadows behind this ambition and lust for power. One thing will come from a particular romance is a legacy of legendary shinobi and kunoichi that will come to influence the continent.

As for why I've created is simply because Madara Uchiha has always caught my eye as a character. He is such a complex character whom wants peace but loves the thrill of war. I wanted to see more of his story and why he turned out the way he did. So, I decided to make my own version of Madara's story.


An aging man stood before the entrance of a cave that housed him for many decades, this cave was where he first realized his newest dream. It was to bring peace to the world by force, to end the many wars that raged the continent. Wars that had cost him his beloved brothers and sisters, sons , grandchildren and now great grandchildren including one that was becoming infamous throughout the continent for his yellow flash with another being known for his wicked eyes.

Aging eyes glanced down at the cave floor where he saw a young man's ruined body, ravaged by war. A broken Uchiha destroyed and now the perfect person to mold into the man he needs to continue on his plans for peace. This young boy would be the one he would twist to his ideals and would be the one who moved every chess piece into place and knock them into action. The only thing he needed was a trigger to manipulate into his favor, for now he didn't have one but no matter he would eventually find one button to push.

"And this time I will not fail, like I did with my other descendants" he thought coldly as he continued to study the boy.

"Carry him to the bed" he coldly told the Zetsu clone standing nearby, shifting over to a wooden chair placed next to the bed. Sitting down as he grunted from the pain that coursed through his old and worn body that only wanted to rest after so many decades of fighting. But he couldn't rest not yet until the perfect world where he could be with his family again was created.

When he thought of this plan that he had spent decades of loneliness and isolation creating, a bitter smile made its way across his face. Thinking to himself "My old friend how our dreams of peace have turned into ashes, for there still is no peace but only war after another."

Lost in his thoughts as he once again thought of his children but one in particular who made him feel the sting of regret for how it ended between them. Sadness entered his heart as he thought of his son with vibrant cherry red hair and the same beautiful eyes as his mother. Another bitter smile crossed his lips as he muttered "Kashiyo." He thought of the beautiful and mischievous fox priestess who had been one of the greatest love of his life. She had given him many strong and powerful sons.

Suddenly he remembered a woman with a haunting and wild beauty that commanded men's attention as no other woman could compare. The beautiful grinned at him with her high cheekbones on display as her full lips wore that foxlike grin so well. Her narrow eyes crinkled slightly at the edge as that unique shade of amber that held flecks of sapphire in certain light captivated him and emphasized by her thick eyebrows. He watched as she tossed her long and curly vibrant cherry red hair over her shoulder as it touched her olive skin.

She pulled him closer with her small yet elegant hands as she hugged him around her buxom and curvaceous body that felt just right. His ran through her silk white kimono that she always wore when performing ceremonial duties as the fox priestess.

"Even decades after your death you still captivate and haunt me as much as ever, you always did have my heart even when we were far a part." He thought this with a deep sadness as he remembered the only woman who ever truly made him feel anything close to love.

"I have so many regrets with my lovers and children" he traced a wrinkled finger down his right palm as he eyed the injured boy before. "But now I have a second chance" he eyed the boy who was a descendent of his through his son Kagami.

A few hours later, he was shaken out of his memories of being with his children by the young Uchiha who started to awake. Peering closer as he silently watched as the boy regained conscious as he stuttered out in a sweet voice "Am I dead?" This made him grimace as he thought silently "We will need to fix that."

Silently watching in amusement as the boy started to attempt to look around the room as he asked, "Where am I?" Clearing his throat as he spoke up in a voice that was as harsh and worn as he felt at times "Between life and death, young Uchiha"

The boy eyes zeroed in on him as he felt the boy studied his right eye in open curiosity "No way old man, you're an Uchiha." He noticed the boy started to relax as he saw that he was only an old man. "If only he knew "he thought to himself in dark amusement while replying aloud "Perhaps am I."

The boy let out a snort that had him slightly bristling in anger as he would never allow his children to show him disrespect much less a descendent of his. "How could one of my children allow his grandson to walk around with such a disrespectful attitude is beyond my mind. If I was there, this child would never be allowed to mock or call me old."

"Don't tell me your death, heh! The man who escorts people to heaven or hell." stated the boy in a mocking tone that showed off the typical arrogance of member from the Uchiha clan. Shifting forward into the shadows as he allowed the scythe of his kama to be seen. Quietly he watched as fear settled on the face of this young descendent of his. Internally this gave him cause to smirk as he thought to himself "I've still got it after all these decades."

"Nooo! I'm too young to die, somebody help me!" shouted the young boy as he started to perform a series of panicked movements while trying to escape from the bed. He then shifted into a tone babbling as he shouted out "Wait! I've spent my entire helping all those in need! Please don't take me to hell!" The boy suddenly let out a wincing noise.

"It's miracle that you still live at this point, boy." He spoke up in a powerful tone that showed off just how he conquered so many things during his lifetime.

The disrespectful boy finally decided to blurt out "Just who are you, old man?" glancing down at the kama that he used as a make shift walking stick since that fatal battle with Hashirama Senju that has been passed down through the ages. Just thinking of that man once again sent a hint of bitter rage through his heart at the thought of the man who had stolen so much from him. But the same time he deeply respected and loved the only man who could best him in battle.

Shifting out of those dark thoughts as he responded to the question "I am a long-forgotten ghost of a certain clan that you come from." Silently he watched as the young boy started to put various things into place while muttering "Who is the ghost of the Uchiha." The boy pointed at with his left arm as he said, "There was only one person called a ghost from the clan, you're Madara Uchiha, aren't you?!" Responding in dark amusement "Very good young Uchiha."

"But that would mean you've been alive this whole time, you were supposed to have been killed at the valley of the end!" he shouted in anger. A few second later he stated, "If this is true then it means you are my ancestor on my grandfather's side."

Chuckling in amusement "Don't you think I know that boy, after all I recognize one of my own descendants." The boy then asked curiously "But how could you know that?!" Sighing irritation as children and their never-ending curiosity always annoyed his patience, "Why can't children just accept answers as they are and not ask so many damn questions?!" Biting back a twitch as he felt a vein throb in his forehead from irritation.

Taking a deep breathe to calm his irritate nerves "Because you possess the looks of a certain woman with your round face, foxlike grin and overall excitable demeanor. It reminds me of your great grandmother Kashiyo who had a similar disposition for creating mischief just like you do. Besides in history that is only one example of an Uchiha marrying a tribe member in their eyes as well as having children with one."

"Who is Kashiyo?" asked the young boy curiously which only made him sigh "I forgot I never told my children by her who their mother was. Though now that I think about it, I did give them many things that I received from her over the years."

"Like what" the young boy asked as he sat there thinking for a minute before his mind register a gift that had always been one of his favorites. Speaking up "I remember one that she gave me it was a double corded necklace with a red fox charm made of blood rubies and its eyes held gleaming amber gems."

Eyeing the boy as his face shifted into one of thinking before he grew excited again "Hey I know a necklace like that! It sounds like the necklace that was Minato sensei's mothers before he gave it as a gift to Karari Senju who is his friend or, so he tells everyone. Though in my opinion I think he's in love with her as he blushes every time she is near."

Tuning out the blabbering of the boy as he thought with amusement "A descendent of mine in love with a Senju, who would have thought it possible. Not only that but to give her that necklace that represents one part of the love story of Kashiyo and me." A slight twitch of his lips that fought to push down a cunning smile at the thought of a descendent of his being half Senju. "I can only imagine the possibilities but surely he or she will prove to be an interesting opponent and maybe even an ally if they amuse me enough."

A forlorn look suddenly crossed the boys features as he muttered "I should head back to the leaf village now." The twitch in his lips started to fall as he sat there seeing his plans already shattering even before he could begin to move them in place. Speaking in a tone that conveyed his confidence in his attempt to keep the boy from leaving "Young Uchiha let me tell you a tale that you will find most interesting."

The boy stated in feigned curiosity "And what tale would that be?" ignoring this a bit down a hint of frustration from the boy's disrespectful tone. Speaking up again after a few seconds "A tale of how I became a conqueror, it will be a most interesting tale to tell. After all my descendent you have debt to pay me. After I finish this tale you may leave if you can."

The boy perked up in interest as he shifted around to get comfortable in the bed as he prepared himself a long tale that spanned decades. In the same powerful tone, he used earlier he began weaving in the details into a story that would undoubtedly catch the boy's interest. "The price of power is a deep one, I paid for it in my blood, sweat, and tears. Look where it got me in the end, banished from the clan I rebuild with my own hands and so many promises that still haunt me like ghost in the night."

The powerful tone faded into the background as he was taken back to another world before there were shinobi villages where he had been an innocent child that became drenched slowly in blood and darkness as he climbed his way to top of the shinobi world to become known as the conqueror. The powerful tone spoke for the final time "This tale begins on the night a conqueror was born, a son that would become his camp's greatest hope and pride."

It was a truly dark night in the middle of the harshest winters in the land of fire known to recent memories of its people. A vicious snowstorm raged all around the land and showed no signs of stopping for rest anytime soon. It was in the middle of this rather vicious snowstorm sat a camp full of about hundred tents that held families of various sizes which was hidden deep in a forest filled canyon that surrounded by mountainous valley's that led to the coast at some point.

This huge group of tents were placed in front of a frozen river that usually supplied their needs for bathing and drinking during the hot summer months. As for the appearances of these many tents they were made of the thickest wool one could find such a mountainous place. These thick hides of wool trapped the heat inside and kept the dangerous cold air outside.

Sitting inside of one of these tents was a woman of about thirty summers who looked aged beyond her years because of grief. She had been constantly grieving for the many sons and daughters that had been claimed by the Uchiha clan's patron goddess Amarestsu during the harsh winters in these various mountains. For you see Uchiha's are born with hearts made of fire and because of this most are born during the spring and summer months when it becomes hotter in the land of fire. However, for those Uchiha born during the harsh winter are not so lucky and many die because of the cold.

My mother had been married to my father Tajima for nearly thirteen years, for the past ten years she had lost three sons and two daughters to the cold winters of the mountain. She had been robbed of her chance to become a mother again, glancing down at her heavily pregnant stomach that seemed to indicate twins this time around as she would know for her noble family had a history of giving birth to many sets of twins. Running a hand along her belly as she prepared herself to lose two more sons to the winter's icy grip, after all like with twins she was certain that she would have two more sons as she been pregnant many times before and knew all the signs to watch for.

My mother in question had spiky black hair that held a bluish tint to it and fell at her waist in a beautiful fashion that befitted her noble status. Her once stunningly beautiful and aristocratic face held lines that been earned by the sorrow she had known for the last ten years of her marriage. Her eyes were a shade of blazing amber that reflected the burning fire of her soul, but it had been dimmed because of her sorrows. Her skin was the color of ivory like many of her background and station in life, she wore a simple black anorak with trousers lined with gray rabbit fur, and a gray mukluk around her waist. This was the uniform of the Uchiha clan during the winter months while they wore a deel during the summer months.

As I said earlier my mother belonged to one of the five noble families that ruled over the lower ranking Uchiha members. The family she belonged was called the Taka family that ruled over the Uchiha spread throughout the southern mountains. It had been this away for around nine hundred years when the entire clan was forced to scatter to the wind, ending up this broken state. The once noble and proud Uchiha clan had been reduced to nothing and forgotten by the sands of time.

Glancing around the room where at the entrance of the huge family tent sat a small wooden bench that was their tokonoma where her husband greeted guest, surrounding it were small candles that were lit when the guest arrived. A few feet behind the tokonoma was large folding partion that had designs of tigers covering it in a beautiful way, it was placed there to shield guest eyes from the rest of the tent.

Behind the folding partion was a low table that held cracked plates and cups, surrounding it were small, flat red cushions for the family to sit at while eating their meals. A few feet behind the table sat a set of cabinets that stored food during the winter months, and a small camp fire made for cooking their meals. Above the fire there was a hole that allowed smoke to escape from the fire underneath a loosely sewn in piece of fur.

Behind the fire was where three huge clothes that were huge in place to hide three rooms. The first room belonged to her husband and her, the second to her elderly mother in law and the third held a wooden tub for bathing during the winter. The two rooms held large futons, wooden platform for ninja gear and tools.

"We will need to add to the tent during the summer months to house the new children, if they manage to survive the winter" she thought as she placed a hand on her stomach.

Her eyes finally fell on to the shrine of Amarestsu hidden in the shadows directly in front of the fire. Amarestsu was the patron goddess of the clan. Quickly deciding she managed to pull herself from the floor of the tent as she made her way over to the shrine intent on completing this decision of hers. Hypnotized by the burning flames inside the shrine as she made her way over to ask the clan's legendary goddess for her favor no matter the price.

Bowing before the shrine in a position that would honor Amarestsu as her hand made they're into the beginning position for praying to the sun goddess as if she were doing unconsciously. Speaking up in a warm yet noble tone as she said aloud "Goddess Amarestsu I ask of you a favor, please do not allow the fire in these children heart to become dimmed by the icy grip of winter. Please I beg of you, I will do anything you ask if you grant me this one wish!" Her voice took on a hysterical edge towards the end of her prayer. Tear rolled down her cheeks as she bowed her head before the shrine. So, focused on this action that she didn't see a woman appear at the entrance of a tent forming out of smoke from the fire to form a smiling goddess.

"So, you will do anything? Well then, I will grant you this wish but beware you shall pay a steep price for me granting your son the power of the flames" muttered the woman before she elegant moved inside of the tent.

Whirling around Alajin stared up to see a short, curvaceous and buxom woman staring down at her with powerful yet arrogant amber eyes that blazed like fire. The woman reached to run an ivory colored hand through her long, spiky raven hair that glowed in the fire. She wore a long silk kimono colored red that seemed to resemble flames when she moved.

Alajin sighed to herself as she from the floor drying her years as well before speaking up "I don't believe I know you? You're not from this camp as you look too much like a noble but then again I've never seen you in those circles."

The woman gave her a mischievous smile as though she knew something that she didn't before responding to her questions "My name is Amarestsu and as for why you don't know me, I come from the Ume family." Before Alajin could question the mysterious woman as to why she was inside of her tent she collapsed to the floor as she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Immediately after that she could her water break as blood rushed down her thigh.

Eye widen in shock a she as she shouted out in pain clutching her pregnant belly as her mind raced through a million possibilities. Fear entered her heart as she imagined the loss of another one of her children.

"Not again!" she thought with tears of frustration running down her cheek before the mysterious woman from earlier crouched to the ground placing glowing red hands that were covered in flames a top of her pregnant stomach. Shouting in anger "What are you doing? Are you crazy you'll hurt my children"?

"Hush!" shouted the woman in a quick flash of anger "I would never allow my elemental host to be harmed." Suddenly the flames that covered her hands disappeared as the woman muttered "It is done!" Smiling down at the belly as she stated lovingly "The first holder of the flames can now be born." Suddenly she disappeared in smoke just as she had entered.

"Who was that woman and what did she just do?" Alajin managed to think before another flash of pain slammed into her this time sending her into an unconscious state. Right before she slipped into a deep sleep she let out an animalistic scream as a burning sensation entered her body, the scream awoke most of the camp.

A few minutes later an elderly woman entered the room with a grace resembling a powerful hawk, her features cold and harden like ice. Her skin a dark tan from her work underneath the hot sun, and her eyes a glittering gray. She wore the same uniform as Alajin but in dark blue instead.

"What's is wrong Alajin" asked Senyu in a firm tone before realizing that her daughter in law was unconscious on the floor with a pool of blood surrounding her. Rushing over as she felt the shallow pulse and feverish skin of Alajin, whipping her hand away as she felt the heat. "Her skin is too hot it's almost like touching fire. But how can this be?" muttered Senyu.

"My lady Senyu is mistress Alajin in need of assistance?" asked a young woman at the camps entrance. Senyu whirled around quickly to see a group of young women standing at the tent flaps entrance, "Yes I believe Alajin needs assistant, it's time."

Young women of various ages moved inside of the tent as Senyu sat next to Alajin thinking to herself "I cannot allow Alajin to lose this child, I will do anything to make sure she doesn't." Covering her hands in medical chakra as she placed them on top of the stomach while spitting out "Damn" when the pool of blood surrounding Alajin only grew.

Whipping away hands again when the touch of skin that burned her hand once again. "I've never felt skin so hot before on any Uchiha mother to be. This child will be born of flames like a true heir of Amarestsu."

Turning around to stare at the group of young women who carried various things needed for the upcoming birth while two more picked up Alajin unconscious form. Each wore the same outfit but in different colors that suited their personalities. Most of the women possessed pale skin, with long raven hair and obsidian eyes. However, a few women had darker skin, with ash brown hair and amber colored eye.

A woman who was the shortest in the group stated seriously "We have everything that we need to insure this birth will be a success lady Senyu." While another stated "Lady Senyu your son Tajima and grandsons Kenji, Takaya, and Kazuki are waiting outside for news." Biting her lips in frustration to the point where she drew blood before stating "Do not inform them of what is happening inside here, it's no use worrying the men when we have a handle on things." The various young women nodded their heads to in a respectful manner "Let's move out!"

Shifting the covers off as Alajin's limp body was placed on the soft mattress before more blood came spilling out "We need to do something about this bleeding" muttered Senyu. "Lady Senyu could we not placed towels around the area to clot the blood" stated one young woman.

"No that would only make things worse and we could lose the child in the process. There is only one way to do this" while another young woman let out a gasp "You don't mean!"

Clenching her fist by her side in another fit of frustration "Yes that is the only way to do this, we must remove the baby ourselves because Alajin isn't awake to do it." Wiping away the sweat that covered her forehead as she stated "Mitsuki bring me a knife! Yukari, you will go outside and usher the men away! I will allow them to hear this."

The two young women rushed away to do as they were told before the first came with a knife and a bowl of alcohol bowl to use. Taking in a deep breath of air before she unleashed a small spark of fire on to the blade "Katon: Supaku (Fire release: Spark)" Feeling the sting of hot metal on her right hand as she quietly signaled two young women to hold Alajin down.

"I am sorry my daughter in law" thought Senyu as she sucked in a deep breath as she allowed the knife to move down Alajin's stomach in a straight line. A scream of pain echoed throughout the tent as Alajin was now awake and struggling mightily in the hold of the two women.

"Quick, knock her out again!" shouted Senyu who watched more blood spill on to the bed, a third young woman moved forward and silently chopped her neck.

"Now let's begin this operation" stated Senyu seriously as she told another young woman "Natsuki go get me some old clothes and a bowl of water." Natsuki nodded quickly before getting to complete the task that she was ordered to do.

"Shizuka your job will be to hold down Alajin if she awakes again." Shizuka nodded coldly at her with her sharp amber eyes that seemed to reflect her skills as a kunoichi.

Suddenly a bowl of steaming water was placed next to Senyu along with a group of old clothes. Taking in a deep breath of air before she reached inside to begin her search for the child or in this case the first twin. A few seconds later, she found the first twin and quickly pulled him out so that he could finally breath. However, despite her efforts the boy was already dead.

Staring at the child sadly as she brushed away his spiky black hair and gently she closed his cloudy eyes that already seemed to show off that they would have been obsidian in color. Mournfully she stared at the boy before she heard a shuffling noise from Alajin. Peering inside she saw a crying boy peeking through the river of blood. Swiftly she pulled him out to see that he was indeed breathing.

"A living child after so long" stated Senyu in amazement after giving hope from seeing the stillborn from earlier. Suddenly the second boy let out a scream that echoed the determined warrior that he would someday become. Staring into the cloudy eyes that showed signs of also being obsidian in color, she noticed a determination and willfulness that all great men possessed. However so focused on this she didn't notice the flames that had begun to form inside of the wailing child's eyes or the red kanji that appeared on the back of his neck.

Placing her newest grandson in the arms of waiting girl who took him away to clean and later present to the waiting father. Reaching down to wash her hands in the bowl of steaming hot water that suddenly became dyed blood red before wiping her hands with a cloth.

"Bring me some thread and a needle" stated Senyu who stared down at the still unconscious Alajin. Feeling the items placed into her palms before she swiftly threaded the thread into the needle. Shifting closer as she spoke up "I need better light, if we're going to do this correctly."

A second later a small spark entered her vision, and everything became much clearer. Steadily she started to thread the needle through skin as she attempted to sew Alajin's stomach back together. One young woman spoke up "Do you think Alajin will be alright?"

"She should be if we attempt this correctly though you never know childbirth" stated Senyu as she continued to sew while talking "This type of medical procedure has killed some of our strongest and brightest kunoichi in this clan. All we can do is pray to Amarestsu that Alajin will be okay."

"Is that why you didn't want Tajima or Alajin's eldest sons to be near this tent?" Senyu nodded as if to answer the young girl's question.

"I think that is a good thing" stated Shizuka quietly "No one wants to hear their loved one be in such agony." This statement was something that all the young women agreed with. The moment of silence was broken when a young girl who wasn't a part of the group rushed inside and stated in a panting voice "My lady Senyu you need to hurry up with procedure!"

Annoyed as she attempted to suppress the vein that wanted to pop in her forehead instead she settled for speaking in irritable manner "And why do I need to do that." The young girl finally managed to calm down as she stated, "Because lord Tajima is heading here." Shock registered on the normally expressionless face of Senyu as she started to mutter various words underneath her breath in a fit of frustration.

"Thank you for announcing me, Yashiro. You may head back to your post" stated the stoic yet commanding voice of her son.

"As for you mother, I have questions that you need to answer" a hint of annoyance entered the voice of her son. She let out another grunt of annoyance before saying "Not now my son" while he responded back in a tone that held a hint sarcasm "Then when."

Whirling around a she stated annoyed "Not now!" When she did this she revealed just what she had been working on. Tajima who for once was speechless muttered "What have you done mother." Senyu turned back around to continue sewing Alajin up before saying simply "What needed to be done to save your children. Though only one managed survive."

"That wasn't your decision to make!" hissed her son showing off just how angry he was, ignoring this as she stated, "Well I made it and we can't turn back now." Sewing the final thread inside of Alajin stomach before tossing aside into the bowl of red water.

"Change the sheets and make sure she's well covered so the cold won't touch her" commanded Senyu as she watched orders start to become completed. The young girl from earlier appeared carrying a well wrapped bundle that seemed to now be sleeping soundly.

"Here is your newest child" stated Senyu calmly as she ignored the smoldering glare of her son as she placed the sleeping boy into Tajima's arms. She watched the rage disappear from her son's face as he stared down at his sleeping son "What of the other child?"

"A stillborn" stated Senyu as she carefully watched the young women cover Alajin's sleeping form as she ordered them to tuck in the left side better. "We will speak of this later mother, I will not forget this" stated the cold voice of her son whose emotions were once again in check.

"Yes, let us speak" stated Senyu simply as she ordered the girls to burn the other set of sheets and to clean the various tools.

"He looks like he shall be a fighter which is good if he's going to survive this harsh winter but also in this world he will need to fight his entire life." Stated Tajima with a hint of pride that he let peek through. "What will you name him?" she found herself asking.

"His name shall be Madara which is what Alajin wanted the child was to be a son." Smirking at this as Senyu replied "An interesting name for the boy though I think it suits him." Tajima nodded his head before stating "Alajin told me she had many dreams of him being a powerful warrior and wanted to give him a powerful name which is why she choose Madara."

The two were so deeply locked into their conversation that they never notice the way Madara's cloudless obsidian eyes seemed to glow red as did the kanji on the back of his neck. Suddenly smoke from the fire started to swirl up to form a feminine figure that swayed her hips over to the sleeping baby. Placing a smoky hand near his glowing eyes while the other moved itself next to the glowing kanji before she moved down to whisper "It is done, you are here and now we can finally begin my little conqueror."


I've corrected and added some things to this chapter, so I hope you all like it as well correcting the spelling and grammar errors. This tale will have some Mongolian influence which is why I gave Madara's mother a Mongolian name. This chapter you get to see a small fraction of her background that will be become more important as Madara interacts with the five noble families later in this story.

I wanted to give a little background into the state of the Uchiha clan and as well give a little groundwork so that you aren't confused by it. At the top of the Uchiha hierarchy you have the five noble families that rule the clan in various sectors and camps around the land of fire. You have already been introduced to a camp under the southern sectors rule. Which is ruled by the Taka (Hawk) family which is the family that Alajin comes from. The other families are Okami (Wolf) who control the eastern section, Shika (Deer) who control the northern section, Tora (Tiger) who control the western section, and Uma (Horse) who control the central section. Despite being related directly to one of the five noble, Madara and his siblings are still looked down upon because their father is a lower ranking member. What I mean is that the lower ranking Uchiha are usually treated like trash by the noble families who look down on them for their nomadic and shinobi life styles.

One more thing to mention about Madara's mother is only those of noble baring's in the clan will have Mongolian names while the lower ranking Uchiha shall have Japanese related names. This is a way for me to once again show the divide. When it comes to clothing type in the word deel and you'll see many articles about the subject. The same goes for their winter outfits which I decided to base on the outfits of the water tribe from water tribe.

Finally, I wanted to say that this will be an epic story that will span decades of the man who influenced the shinobi nations for better or worse. He is a crucial piece in the "Elemental Nations Saga" with all the drama and war that is part of this world. I hope you enjoy my epic and until next time.

Now that I've finished this extremely long author note, lol. I just want to say that this will be an epic story that will span decades as we cover the life of a man who's story I felt wasn't give justice in the manga and the anime. I hope to do this complex man justice as I build up a future world of my own, here comes " The Elemental Nation Saga" with all the drama and war that is a part of Naruto. I hope you enjoy my epic tale and come back for more in the future.