Aquila. [Uchiha Madara ]

Chapter IX

Madara's POV

The men had gathered by the gate at first light; songbirds had begun to sing their dawn chorus. The soldiers had been conducting finalizations and adjustments to their armaments and steel plates of their reinforced armour. Many were exchanging words with their loved ones before the hour of departure.

I sighed walking over to Izuna who was having troubles putting on his armour.

"Are you sure you still want to fight and participate in this war?" I narrowed my eyes slightly looking at him.

"Of course! I want to fight until my last breath. I want these wars to stop just as many others do. Nii-san, you're going to be the future clan's successor. Maybe you could change the future and be the saviour of this world." He widens his eyes giving off his sympathetic smile. Such hope these days... Madara couldn't help but smile as such a comment.

Future successor? Saviour of this world? Madara scoffed with such sayings.

I sighed not knowing what to say next. I'm am more worried for Izuna now since our previous brothers had passed years back.

"Madara-kun! Izuna-kun!" I spun around for my gaze to be met with Ramiko's blue orbs. Oh, I must have forgotten she is participating. She is a medic and has great chakra reserves.

"Oi, Ramiko!" Izuna greeted bowing slightly as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Do we have all the medics gathered here?" she asked as I and Izuna shrugged in unison. "Ask father, he actually may know about where the medics would be during this war," Izuna suggested placing a warm caring hand on her shoulder.

The way he looks at her....could it possibly be love?

"Thanks, I hope you guys don't break a sweat out there. I wish the best of luck for you both," she smiled one last time before walking off.

It would be tragic seeing someone like her leave this earth. Still, I want the best for my brother.

Tousan started to round each and every one of us by the main gate of the Stronghold.

"We shall fight for the things we desire and the things we carry closest to our hearts. Those who fall shall not be in vain. We shall not fault or waver if we desire peace in this Great War! Making peace with our enemies can be pragmatic and foolish. The enmity rises within us and we shall fight for what is left and protect are loved ones!" My father extemporized as the shinobi of this clan started to exhilarate through the crowds with cheers.

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Aquila's POV

So a week has passed as I was still in the Black Temple's manor. I still feel an unknown eminent chakra in this palace.

But I still couldn't sleep at night; though I would be used to this place yet, but I'm not. Things are different than the Uchiha Stronghold. I miss it there immensely.

I sat down in the library reading old scrolls of ancient times of the world. The couches here were quite similar to the ones back at-

Why do I keep comparing here to the Uchiha compound?

I was reading through this intriguing scroll as something caught me my eye.

Uzumaki clan?

One of the most prestigious clans. They were distant blood relatives of the Senju clan and as such, both were on good terms; an alliance they hold.

They were very knowledgable in Fūinjutsu, and we're both respected and feared worldwide because of their prodigious skill.

As I kept reading through this interesting clan; noticing that red hair was a common trait among the members of the Uzumaki clan.