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Now for what you've all been waiting for! Madara!
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War.
It was the first thing Madara knew. He was born into war, raised seeing the mist of blood rising from his enemies' bodies. No one made allies, no one was friends. Everyone was a murderer, everyone was a victim. Children were conceived for the simple purpose of fighting for their parents in the war. War dictated their lives and caused them pain and some small sense of triumph. Cold permeated the bodies of everyone he cared about, cold that caused everyone to die. War was something that was needed to create the life they wanted, he was told. He believed them in the foolish way that young boys did.
Sacrifice.
He sacrificed everything for war. He gave his brother's life so he could see and fight better. He forfeited his friends so he could break bones and shatter dreams. And they wanted to throw his sacrifice away. They wanted to throw everything he fought for in the gutter, to accept peace instead of bloodshed and to talk out their differences instead of fight. He could not agree. How could he talk with those who had murdered his parents and had, in a way, caused the death of his brother? How could he ignore his family? He had sacrificed for the Uchiha, and they ignored it and instead chose to forgive others for their transgressions.
Rivalry.
He hated one man. Hashirama Senju stood for everything he hated. He had created the village that had started the cease of bloodshed. He was the only person who was even close to Madara's level, and he hated him for it. He loved peace and prosperity while all Madara wanted was to fight out his differences. What was so wrong with that? He wanted everything to end, just in the way that he wanted. He wanted to rule, because he had no one to love.
Empty.
He felt empty. His heart was a void that could not be filled. He could not figure out why he did not feel anything but a pain in his chest but he wanted it to change. He decided to kill to make up for it, to fill that empty spot and to slaughter others so he could feel what he felt. He felt empty, alone and worthless. He felt that if no one knew he was alive, what was the point? He experimented with human growth, creating someone to witness his great deeds. It did not work because Zetsu was his creation, he had not come to him willingly. He was alone in companionship.
Hatred.
He hated. He hated everyone and wanted nothing but justice for what was done to him. He had been betrayed and hated, so he would hate them back with a burning passion because he did not want to be the person they had turned him into. They had turned him into a beast full of rage, and he would demolish them in return. He would obliterate them completely.
Finding Peace.
He had not found peace.
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