Ever since he and Ali had consummated their relationship, Madara had lived a peaceful life.
When Ali's father and older brother returned and learned about the two of them, what was done was done, so they let things take their course.
Though they never said it aloud, they already treated Madara as one of the family.
Without realizing it, Madara had settled into his new life and no longer obsessed over recovering his lost memories.
Until late one night, when a group broke into Ali's courtyard.
They moved nimbly, clearly trained ninja.
Whoosh!
Madara opened his eyes in his sleep!
Ali asked, "A-Ban, what's wrong?"
Madara said, "Footsteps. Someone's outside."
Ali assumed it was nothing. "Could it be Father and my brother getting up to use the toilet?"
"I'll go take a look..."
Madara got up, put on the clothes Ali had sewn for him, and stepped into the courtyard.
Whoosh!
A kunai flew straight at him!
Instinctively, Madara raised his hand and caught it between two fingers!
But more kunai came flying!
Clang, clang, clang, clang... With no time to think, Madara gripped the kunai's handle and whipped it around, knocking every incoming blade to the ground!
"You're no ordinary man after all. You're a ninja, aren't you...?"
A masked ninja dressed in black approached coldly. He was the group's leader.
At the same time, figures appeared one after another atop the walls and eaves, surrounding the entire courtyard!
Madara demanded, "What do you want?"
The lead ninja said sternly, "Put down the weapon in your hand first. Otherwise, the two men in the other courtyard will be the first to die..."
Ali's father and brother lived in the other courtyard!
Concerned for his family's safety, Madara bent down and slowly placed the kunai on the ground!
"Good." The