Who was that person?
Uchiha Madara felt deeply familiar with him, yet at this very moment, he could no longer remember him at all.
He only knew that this person had to be the most important friend in his life. Otherwise, why would that feeling be so profound?
But why had he abandoned him, allowing his mother to catch him so easily and drag him back alive?
Uchiha Madara sighed softly and followed his mother back home. That was Konoha, the land of ninja where he lived.
Everyone in the village was a ninja. From children to adults, everyone learned ninja skills. To become stronger, they even attended the Ninja Academy, and the most outstanding among them could even become Hokage.
Just like the clan head of a family.
Was that person the same?
Uchiha Madara felt that person seemed to possess the same aura—the aura of a ninja. But he definitely was not from Konoha. Madara had never seen him in the village; they had only met by this little river while skipping stones.
They had not even exchanged a word, yet Uchiha Madara felt an inexplicable closeness, as though they had known each other for thousands, even tens of thousands of years, as though that person had already been etched into his heart.
Uchiha Madara did not know why he felt that way. He was merely an ordinary ninja living in Konoha.
What exactly was this unimaginable realization...?
That night, Uchiha Madara lay in his bed at home, staring up at the stars. He always felt as though something within his heart was calling to him. That call was like a familiar aura flowing into the depths of his heart. He felt a stirring passion, an unknown and indescribable sense of movement.
"I have to go out. No