At the end of the Warring States period, on the eve of Konoha's founding.
After a great battle, the Uchiha Clan Compound descended into chaos.
"Hurry, hurry! Carry Izuna inside!"
Two Uchiha carried the gravely wounded Izuna forward at a jog, with Madara following anxiously.
"Don't worry, Izuna. You'll be all right. You'll definitely be all right."
Madara comforted Izuna while shouting at his clansmen.
"What are you standing around for?! Where are the medical ninja? Get them over here, now!"
Hearing their clan leader's shouts, a group of people immediately came running.
Izuna was carried into a room, and the medical ninja immediately began trying to save him.
Their efforts continued all night.
Morning sunlight spilled over the Uchiha Clan Compound, yet that light of hope could not dispel the gloom hanging over the Uchiha Clan.
Madara Uchiha had waited outside the door all night without closing his eyes.
Not a moment passed when he wasn't worrying about his younger brother's life.
At last, after his anxious vigil, an Uchiha medical ninja emerged from the room.
"How is he? How is my brother doing?"
The Uchiha medical ninja lowered his head, regret written on his face.
"I'm sorry, Clan Leader. We did everything we could, but Lord Izuna's injuries are simply too severe."
"How could this happen?!"
Madara Uchiha couldn't believe what he had heard.
He rushed straight into the room.
"Izuna!"
Uchiha Izuna lay on the bed, his face deathly pale.
Although their treatment had managed to keep Uchiha Izuna alive, his life was now steadily slipping away.
All those medical ninja could do was let Madara Uchiha hear Izuna's voice one last time, hear his final words.
"Brother."
The weakened Izuna opened his eyes and looked at Madara Uchiha beside the bed. He shakily reached out, only