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The Sacrificed Disciple

-Chapter One-

"Fear dims when you learn things."

Lois Lowry

A few months passed and I was already sitting up right and babbling to Itachi.

My older brother (by thirty minutes no less) blinked at me as if he were understanding every nonsensical gurgle. It showed immediately who was going to be the most extroverted one. Especially when I would throw my hands up to anyone who neared us, and then said, "Ah?" The adults loved that.

Even though I had been small as a newborn and had suffered through difficulties in the first few weeks, the medic-nins said that I was going to be a healthy baby. I was active and talking and already causing mischief with my parents. There was one time when my father had left a kunai on top of the coffee table in the living room, and I had taken it as a challenge to use the table as support to get up and reach for the kunai. When I waved it at my father, the man had shunshined and ripped it out of my grasp. They stopped leaving things out now that I, mostly I, and Itachi were exploring more.

It only helped that the medic-nins stated that soon our chakra coils would expand enough to be able to use. If the medic was talking about that incredible cooling balm underneath my veins, then yeah, it was definitely expanding. It felt as if Vaseline was being spread over my veins. It was incredible. Back i my old life, we didn't have another set of veins separate from our blood that gave us superhuman abilities and agility. So I was more. . . aware of it slowly flooding into my system. I wondered if it was normal if I could also sense the chakra in Itachi as well as in my parents.

Oh well, it wasn't as if it was that annoying. Although it did continue to distract me. It was as if I was feeling the flow of water and hearing it running through my veins. It wasn't loud, but I was still aware of it. Distractedly so.

"Oba-chan!" Came the loud yell from the front door.

I knew that voice.

I didn't know until a month ago that Uchiha Obito was our cousin as in once removed, close family kind of cousin. In fact, Obito was also the older brother of five year old Uchiha Shisui, who would usually be brought over for play dates by Obito.

It seemed that Obito's mother was Fugaku's younger sister. I only found out that Obito and Shisui's father was Uchiha Kagami by my own mother, who would affectionately mention that Obito acted quite a lot like the man, who had died in the Second Shinobi War.

I didn't know much about Kagami other than the fact that he was part of Team Tobirama, and also, the Sandaime Hokage's teammate, so it was interesting to see that there were more details than the TV show setting into place. It made the world feel more real, and it was getting harder and harder to be treating this as some sort of virtual reality game. Especially with a feared villain being nothing more than a kind boy, who I couldn't help but grow attached too.

My mother sighed and left the living room where Itachi and I were lying down on a soft mat that had a bunch of baby toys. They were mostly toy kunai and shuriken. Itachi stuck a toy shuriken in his mouth and gnawed on it, balancing it expertly with his toes as he would with a bottle.

I pulled myself to my knees and crawled towards him until I was practically on top of Itachi. Itachi blinked at me owlishly and promptly kicked me in the face. I pulled at the toy because despite having a more mature mentality, I still had rather simple desires. I was still a baby, and I was also Itachi's younger brother. I wanted whatever he wanted. Sure, that meant that I wanted what was best for him, but that also meant I wanted everything he had. We were twins, after all.

"Hey oba-chan! Sorry we were late, stupid Kakashi insisted he get his ass beat-" There was a sound like a soft thud and then, "Ow! What the hell-"

There was a sigh from my mother. "Please behave yourselves around the children, they're very observant, and I do not want them to pick up any bad habits."

There was shuffling before a young, feminine voice spoke up, "Don't worry, Mikoto-san, I'll make sure they're on their best behavior."

"Rin-chan. . ." Obito began in betrayal.

"Thank you, Rin." My mother's voice came closer, and I glanced up just in time to be swept up and away from Itachi, who was pulling back the shuriken from my grasp. I was forced to gaze at my mother, who was staring up at me with a raised brow. "Now behave yourself, Asuya-chan. Don't tease your onichan."

My lips trembled. This woman was catching on fast to my antics.

"No crying."

I stopped and giggled.

She smiled along with me and rubbed her nose against mine. "Good boy." She then handed me to the first one near her before she bid her goodbyes to Itachi.

Rather reluctantly, the boy with grey hair accepted my mom's generous offer, but he held me at arm's length away. Half his face was covered, and his grey eyes were looking at me. He looked unamused when I reached forward to get closer. I felt saliva drool from my mouth.

"Rin-" The boy looked to the girl with tribe paint, but she was already following my mom to the kitchen, listening intently to where our bottles were, diapers, toys, etc. I lifted my hands again. "Ah?" I couldn't believe it! It was Kakashi! My favorite character.

"No."

My hands fell down to the boy's wrists. I glanced to Obito, who was holding Itachi and tickling the boy's stomach. I wanted to be over there. I sniffled. . . Kakashi's eyes widened. "Obito-" He began, panicked. Obito glanced up just as I began to cry. "What did I do?" Kakashi walked to Obito, still holding me far from his body.

"You scared him with your cold existence," Obito deadpanned.

Itachi, who picked up on my distress, began to cry too. Obito quickly shot to his feet. "Oh crap!"

Kakashi looked smug.

Obito, however, managed to calm Itachi in seconds by cradling him to his chest and word vomiting about his day. Kakashi's victory was short-lived. "Don't just let him cry. He just wants love." Obito glared at Kakashi. "Hold him like how I am."

Kakashi looked like he wanted to punch him at the mere idea, but as I continued to cry, Kakashi did as Obito said and cradled me against his chest. He patted my back rather harshly. "There, you annoying-"

I stopped my tears and slapped my hand against Kakashi's eye which closed on instinct. It was the one that would have a sharingan in the future. I giggled at the boy's raised brow.

"That means he likes you." I heard my mother say. "Have fun children. My husband will be back before me, and please tell him I'll be at the hospital for my checkup. I'll also be heading to the market after."

There was a chorus of "hai" from the three as she left.

Being babysat by Team Seven was fun. Every time Kakashi relieved me to Rin to try and escape, I would cry. It wasn't because I hated Rin. It was because Kakashi was trying to escape. So ignoring the giggles of his teammates, Kakashi used the baby pouch sling to hold me to his chest while he trained in the backyard that was connected to a private training ground in the woods.

The kid really was a workaholic trying to strive to be better. I threw my toy kunai, copying Kakashi, and they both looked to the toy.

"Ooo," Obito began childishly. "I'm gonna tell oba-chan that you've been a bad influence."

"Shut up," Kakashi said harshly with a know-it-all glower. "Thanks to you, Minato-sensei decided to have us babysit instead of train."

"Hey, you know that with the war going on everyone is too busy to take care of the kids. Oba-chan and oji-san are Minato-sensei's friends. We're doing them a favor, bastard!"

"Guys," Rin placated. "Did you forget what Mikoto-san said?"

They all looked to her.

"Baba?" Itachi looked curiously at Obito.

"Basta!" I laughed. I was proud of my trolling brother.

Kakashi and Rin glared at Obito. "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He told Itachi and I.

I pointed at Obito. "Shuw ub."

Kakashi looked panicked.

"Shub ub," Itachi echoed.

Rin sighed. "You guys are bad influences on them."

Obito looked dismayed. "Rin-chan. . ."

It wasn't until the early afternoon that our dad came home, looking like he ran from hell and back. Kakashi was napping with his back against the couch as he sat on the floor, and I laid against his chest drifting in and out of sleep. Obito was holding a bottle up while Itachi laid on the toy mat, drinking sleepily, and Rin was observing them both, looking like she was witnessing a secret unfold. When the door closed softly, Kakashi sat up, but not without cradling my head so that it wouldn't fall back.

I was startled awake anyway and looked sleepily to my dad. "Papa?" My dad paused, startled at the sudden word before he looked completely proud. He didn't even try to hide it.

"I'm home, Asuya."

Kakashi pulled me out of the little sling pouch and handed me to my dad rather gratefully. I was held to his chest with one hand as he looked around. "Is Mikoto still at the hospital?" Dad inquired.

Rin spoke first, "She said she'd stop at the market on the way back." She always seemed like the diplomatic one out of the three.

My dad nodded. "I see. Thank you for looking after my children. Have you all eaten already?"

All three nodded as they readied their things before heading to the door. "We helped ourselves to some leftovers. See ya, Oji-san!" Obito waved to my dad while the other two nodded their way.

"Ah, yes. Say hello to your mother for me."

"Will do!"

I flexed my fingers as if I was trying to grab something. "Ba!"

"Bye bye, Asu-chan," Rin waved happily while Obito did the same. Kakashi, however, ignored me. Psh. I'll break him in soon.

My dad didn't take a shower from the grime right away. Instead he placed me on the mat before he set off to cleaning his weapons beside us. My childhood wasn't normal since we born from an old clan, but it felt normal. It was relaxing to watch our dad clean and sharpen his kunai. So relaxing that I wanted to do it too, but our dad pushed me away whenever I got close.

I didn't cry, I rarely did with dad. I just laughed and treated everything as a game while dad treated it as just a daily thing. Our dad then made a clone to watch us while he left to go hide all his weapons (Thanks to me). The clone entertained the two of us until it puffed out of existence only to be replaced by our dad, who was washed up and dressed in the same causal garb of shinobi pants and a long sleeve shirt without the flak jacket.

"Asuya, say papa again."

I threw my hands up. "Papa!"

Dad chuckled and looked to Itachi. "You say papa too, Itachi."

Itachi blinked. "Mama?"

"No, papa."

"Mama."

Dad sighed.

Already at 24 months old and we were speaking sentences and walking. More so than any civilian children. It wasn't uncommon for shinobi children to be more advanced than civilians in developing, especially when the energy of chakra radiated within them. We had more control of our limbs and our cognitive function developed faster. It was normal. The doctors said so in our monthly checkups.

But I didn't feel that it was normal. Every time my coils expanded and more chakra developed within me, I was progressively sensing things around me. It wasn't just the chakra of those closest to me, like Itachi or my parents. I felt the chakra all around. People passing by our house or jumping from roof to roof in the market places. I could tell which ones were shinobi and kunoichi since their chakra reserves were larger than the dormant reserves of civilians.

If I focused closely enough, I could also feel intentions and persona. Dad's was radiating, powerful. It felt like placing my hand above a flame; warm from a distance but dangerous when close. It spoke of his persona too. He was warm to us, like a flame subdued when there was no threat around, but it was a different story when he would talk to the elders. I had seen it before. How his chakra would sizzle under a thin veil of control. Dad hated the elders, but he didn't show it underneath his cool exterior.

Itachi's felt like sunlight in a way. It was warm, not like fire, but like a presence that was light and associated with happiness. Itachi was a happy baby, and his chakra spoke volumes of who he was. He was pure, kind, and seeing the good in everything. I wondered how his chakra would feel when he'd slowly be introduced to the crudeness of the world.

Needless to say, it was hard to ignore all the chakra around me. The awareness made it difficult to block out their presence. I spent two days restlessly at night, sweating profusely as I felt the rushing waves of chakra all around me. People asleep, people patrolling, people even sparing. No, this wasn't normal. I slipped out of our crib, knowing that I needed to tell my parents or else I really would lose my mind with the lack of sleep.

I slid the paper door open and walked up to their futon. Dad stirred, probably feeling my chakra getting closer. He sat up slightly, sighing when I crawled between the both of them. "What happened, Asuya, bad dream?"

Mom brushed the strands of my hair away from my face. "Asuya, are you running a fever?" She sat up further to touch my forehead while dad moved to turn on the light.

"Mama, I feel chakra everywhere."

"What?"

"It hurts lots." I was shivering now, eyes darting around. Everything felt overwhelming. Maybe it was because none of this was normal in my past life that the different development of this was scarier. Whatever it was, I just wanted it to stop.

"You feel chakra everywhere," dad repeated, glancing towards mom. There seemed to be a silent agreement between them because soon after dad was getting dressed into his shinobi attire.

I nodded, wondering why it seemed so surprising to them. Hm, so maybe sensing chakra from a couple kilometers away wasn't normal. . .

Dad shifted. "Asuya, is this why you've been quieter than usual?" I frowned. I didn't realize that I had been quiet in the past couple of days or that it was considered abnormal as well. Maybe I was an extroverted one. "Mikoto, I'll take him."

It looked like she wanted to protest, but she merely sighed and nodded. She used a small hairpin to pull my bangs back and smiled. "Don't worry, Asuya-chan. The doctors will fix you right up."

The walk was silent to the hospital, and it seemed dad was keeping a close eye on him throughout. My attention span was already short as it was. It felt like people were talking to me simultaneously. I couldn't keep up, and I felt that I'd kill for silence. By the time we arrived to the hospital, the sunrise was breaking through the sky, scattering hues of fluorescent orange and bright yellow. While dad was filling out the form, I stood on top of the waiting chair, glancing over to the chakra on the wall. I saw nothing on the wall, but the chakra was still there. Slightly concealed but not entirely.

I waved at the chakra. There was a moment of pause. Then I smiled when a mask began to sink out of the wall. It was an Anbu. Half of the man's body was hanging off of the wall just standing there and staring at me through those creepy holes of the fox mask. Then the man waved back, and he was gone. Disappeared. I couldn't sense him anymore.

Now, I'm sure I wasn't supposed to sense him, but others were. The Anbu was purposely present as a statement. It was a hospital filled with ninja at there most vulnerable.

"Asuya, come on, the nurse is calling us." Dad picked me up and strode towards the medic-nin who was waiting for us at the end of the hall. "Hello Fugaku-san, Asuya-chan, how can I help you today?" The woman smiled.

Dad shook his head. "Actually no, my son, he's sensitive to chakra. . ."

The medic-nin gestured for Dad to sit me on the exam table after she closed the door. "I see, so Asuya-chan, can you explain what you feel exactly?" The medic-nin's hands flooded with green chakra, and I reared away with a flinch. Whoa there. That did not feel pleasant. Abruptly introduced to me in a rude way that I didn't like. The medic-nin pulled back and tilted her head.

"Mm, it feels weird. It's loud, noisy." I didn't know how to describe it. Everything felt. . . loud. I could feel chakra everywhere. It was in my mom, in the medic-nin, in me. It felt as if I was putting a conch shell against my ear and hearing the roar of my own blood traveling and echoing.

"Asuya?" My attention snapped to my father, who had brushed a knuckle against my forehead to brush my hair away. I was sweating nervously.

I placed the palm of my hand against my ear. "It feels. . . like this." Then I looked back towards the wall in wonderment. Maybe this was what they meant by me zoning out. It may seem like I was looking to the wall, but really, the chakra in the sick person beyond the wall felt weird. Sad. Tired. But roaring with life. Life. . . Then beyond it it became too hot. Too angry. It was. . . Oh god, what was it.

Too much anger.

Who was it?

I sat perfectly still.

Who was it?

The medic-nin copied my example, and her frown merely deepened. "Hm."

"What does this mean?" Dad demanded. He was holding back my unruly hair, adjusting the hair clip to hold my bangs in place.

"It means your child is a chakra sensor, Fugaku-san." The medic-nin was looking at Asuya then to the wall with a calculative look. Dad looked bewildered. "What do you see Asuya?" No answer. The medic-nin sighed and snapped her fingers, grabbing my attention once again.

"Asuya-chan, what do you see?"

"A wall, but, mh, I feel more. I feel something beyond someone." I never felt something to be so alive and so angry. It was hot. Searingly painful and mind numbingly terrifying. I couldn't move.

"Interesting indeed. . . I think your child is especially sensitive. It's not common for chakra sensors to be so sensitive. Usually, chakra sensors have to focus to get that sort of result, and it takes years of practice. To be aware of chakra so early at this age is almost liken to being gifted. Normally, the awareness of chakra is developed further when a child begins to develop in their speech, motor functions, around the age of two to three years, but that only applies to their own. To have a child be this aware of chakra at this age without training in advance is rare."

"What do I do? He hasn't slept in two days, and he always seems so. . . distracted." The concern in Dad's voice had me looking up towards the man.

"I recommend training him in at least controlling his awareness of chakra. To direct his attention to one thing will help him control the overwhelming feel of it everywhere. If it gets out of hand, his attention could be easily distracted. He'll lose sleep. He'll lose touch with. . . many things."

"I see. . .Thank you, shinobi-san. You've been a wonderful help."

"It was not a problem, Fugaku-san. Have a nice day." She waved goodbye to us and rushed out of the room.

I waved as well before I was heaved up by my father, who was looking to be having an internal conflict with himself. "Asuya, you are not to speak of this to anyone but me or you mother."

"Not even Ita?"

"Not even Itachi," His father echoed.

Asuya frowned. "Why?"

"The elder's can't find out," was all he said, but it was enough for me to understand. If the elder's found out they would only want to advance Itachi and my training. Right now it was mild with picture books of hand seals and maps and about Konoha's history. There was also training in flexibility. Mom would have us go through a series of stretches before we ate and before we went to sleep. Even with the stretches, My muscles ached especially when mom would restrict the flow of our chakra so that we couldn't use it to aid us.

It sucked, but I understand why they were doing this. Being from a big clan that practiced the shinobi arts, our parents had to prepare us for reality. They weren't sure when the Third Shinobi War would end, so they had to early our training.

The elder's wouldn't stay out of our parent's affairs for too long, however. Soon they would want more from the children of the main family. They would want to brainwash and teach us of arrogance and dignity in Uchiha blood. If worse comes to worse, they would want us to be the main espionage shinobi in the coup d'etat.

I would never let it come to that.

"Papa, where are we going?"

We were heading towards the opposite of the compound to what I knew where the general shinobi training grounds. Dad was taking this very seriously then, if he wanted to train me away from the eyes of the elders.

"We have to keep this a secret, Asuya. If anyone finds out your potential, you'll be in more danger than you're already in then just for being my son alone." We passed the grounds and headed further into the forest. He placed me on the ground and gestured for me to sit. I did so, cross-legged.

Dad sat across from me in the same meditative position. "Chakra is essential to life. Usually it's not visible unless one has a dojutsu, like the Uchiha and Hyuuga, a bloodline limit, like the Yamanaka or Nara, or if it's manifested in high amounts; such as, killing intent or bijuu. So, those who do not wield a dojutsu compensate by sensing chakra by the aid of others. The Aburame Clan uses their colonies of insects, the Inuzuka Clan uses their ninken."

"I don't have a sharingan yet, so I'm none of those," I began.

"Skilled sensors can detect chakra signatures from a great distance, and can even differentiate each individual just by reading into their signatures. They can tell how many are in a squad, they can tell their elemental affinity, and they can tell their rank by their chakra reserves. They can even differentiate enemies in shinobi forces, who are spies by the fluctuation of their chakra when lying. The only skilled one who can do all that I had listed without a dojutsu or aid is Namikaze Minato. Training in sage mode and meditating for hours on end without eating and drinking had helped him be highly susceptible of nature chakra. It helps him focus, in turn, on other chakra around him."

"Namikaze? Is that a clan?" I asked innocently. It was something I wondered for a long time.

"No. It's a civilian surname. Namikaze Minato was orphaned when he was three years old after his mother died. She was a chunin kunoichi that came from a civilian family of merchants." Dad looked thoughtful. "Now listen here, Asuya. No matter what people say, never look down on those who do not hold a powerful, clan name. Some are born with potential and some work hard for it. Minato was one of those who worked hard for it. Always make sure of your actions. The boy you look down on one day might become the boy you will always have to look up to in rank and respect."

"Okay, papa."

Dad smiled, eyes warm. "Those who do chakra control exercises merely do it because they don't have an awareness of the life force within them. That is why it comes harder for them to gain that control. I've learned recently that Minato merely meditated since he was a child which was why tree walking, water walking, and elemental chakra exercises came easier for him. He spent years as a child getting to know his chakra and all that was around him. It makes me wonder if he too. . . had the same circumstance as you have right now."

"So I sit still?"

"It's not just about sitting still. It's about focusing on what's inside you and around you until the flow of your chakra resonates with nature. Once this is achieved, you will unlock not only an awareness to chakra all around, but you will also unlock your ability to control, identify, and understand it."

I slowly closed my eyes and listened to the early birds chirping in their wakefulness of the rising sun. The leaves rustled gently, and I shivered, feeling the soft caress of the wind against my forehead. I broke out of my stance by the action, but I tried again, instead focusing on my own chakra.

Directing my attention to the roaring in my veins helped block out the noise of the chakra around me. Perhaps, it needed to be started internally rather than externally, but it was easier said than done. I knew it would be difficult. After all, my father was basically talking about a theory that had its similarities with senjutsu: the art of gathering nature energy into techniques.

But gathering nature chakra was dangerous which was why it was stressed, even in the anime of the Narutoverse, that it was to be under the supervision of those the users were contracted under, but there was no limits to gathering nature energy and going under sage mode. The only difference was the principles and the way it was taught.

After all, Naruto was under the toad contract, and, therefore, he learned their ways. Just like how Orochimaru, Jiraya, and Tsunade were under contract, but that didn't mean Asuya had to be under contract too. Wasn't Hashirama self-taught? He taught himself to be one with nature. His father even stated that Minato was resonating with nature chakra all around him before the toad contract.

I cleared my mind and focused. The argument that nature energy was the same was valid, but there was something in the absorption technique that made it have different properties. It was said that Tsunade, Orochimaru, and Jiraiya were sennin because they could go into sage more.

The teaching principles of resonating with nature energy was the same, but absorbing the energy was a different matter. That was why Jiraiya and Orochimaru's enhanced physical abilities, enhanced ninjutsu, and their summons were different from Tsunade's enhanced sage mode that focused on medical ninjutsu.

Where did the difference fall into?

Not in the organic composition, that was the same. The properties that flowed from nature was essentially similar, so what made it different when absorbed? He looked back to how chakra originated. The Sage of Six Paths distributed chakra everywhere, and it became a life force that people could generate and manipulate to be released from their pressure points in order to create jutsu. Chakra released in the pressure points behind the eyes activated dojutsu. Chakra released in the pressure points from the hands released ninjutsu. Chakra points released multiple places activated taijutsu and enhanced strength. . . What about fuinjutsu?

Well if chakra could be released in multiple places, than perhaps, it could be released in the pressure points within the brain and hands, like how Minato could place seals with just his touch. It was in the imagination. Just like how genjutsu was activated by pressure in just the mind.

So what differentiated all of those jutsus? What was the property of energy in chakra. . .

Well, there was two forms of energy in chakra: the Yin and Yang-

Oh.

How could I have overseen something so important!

Of course it was the Yin and Yang. Yin. The spiritual portion of chakra. It was chakra from consciousness that produced more chakra when anything imaginative came to mind; such as, studying, meditating, and experiencing. This builds chakra in the Yin energy. Those who had high Yin chakra were more powerful in Genjutsu or Fuinjutsu. They were jutsu that required power of the mind rather than physical power. The Yang chakra was the physical portion that could be increased through stimulation, training, and exercising. When this chakra was produced more than the Yin, it would increase stamina and endurance. Those who had higher Yang chakra were more likely skilled in Taijutsu. Ninjutsu was a balance of both consciousness and physical stimulation.

Nature energy was the same, but the energy within each individual was different. That was why each chakra signature was different. No wonder those who trained when young had higher reserves than the average shinobi and kunoichi because they had a head start in developing the Yin and Yang portion of their chakra before they hit puberty where their reserves would stop growing. Unless people were lucky like Naruto, who had a kyuubi to help leak chakra into his growing reserves, no one could pull off being born with huge reserves. They had to stimulate their reserves in both mind and body.

When I absorbed nature energy, I had to take into account my Yin and Yang. It was even more dangerous without any summons to keep me from unbalancing my yin and yang with nature energy. Perhaps that's why those who failed in their training under the toad's turned to stone. They absorbed too much nature energy into their Yang chakra while unbalancing their Yin chakra, and, in turn, they turned into stone toads. Maybe, they turned into toads because they were contracted under them. Perhaps, the same concept was applied to the snake and slug summons.

But not for me.

If I messed up even once, I'd have no one there to help me. . .

Well, that only meant to be something to add to my list of things to do to save my family.

"Asuya."

My eyes snapped open, and I glanced up to my father, who was sitting above a high branch in the shade of the tree. I was sweating profusely underneath the sunlight. My clothes were stuck to me, and my skin felt slightly burned. I glanced up. It was high noon.

Holy crap.

So this was what it meant to meditate.

Dad smiled. "How do you feel?"

"I feel. . . Better." I really did. My chakra felt stable and because I wasn't freaking out and fluctuating my chakra under stress, the flow of chakra around me seemed dull. Like a faint buzz. If I focused on something, it was like I was zooming in and out.

"Good. Now let's go, your mother will be wondering where we are."

I stood up and followed dad home. I flexed my fingers, feeling in control. It was like I understood myself better. It was like I understood my surroundings better as well. My hands formed into tiny fists before I stared at dad's back with a look of steel. I had to continue this training, so that when the time came, I could detect even the most faintest signature that was concealed. With this I could prove to those high in power, like the Hokage, what Danzo and Madara will plan to do.

I had to do whatever I could to protect my family.

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