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Madara was in his study room looking for some books to read. His study room was closed and wooden, with the walls being a beige white and the floor with a thin, soft carpet. The walls were decorated with pictures, some stuffed animal heads, hanging scrolls and seals written on the walls, basically, a protective barrier. He was wearing his traditional battle attire, but with his armor removed and on top of the wooden table with several scrolls. He was going to leave in a few minutes and was just looking for some scrolls to take and go train, but it seemed like he couldn't find any. With a black, penetrating gaze he observed each parchment stored on the wooden shelf, in which the parchments were all with symbols and arranged with names. There was one out of place, so Madara reached out with his gloved hand, calmly taking the parchment in his hands and opening it to see if it was the one.
A slight satisfied smile formed on his brown lips, but it soon disappeared as soon as he heard a noise coming from the shoji's painels. His eyes narrowed and his expression became more angry and angry. Madara quickly closed the scroll and placed it on the table, going to the shoji panels to see who it was. He could already see from the silhouette that it was you, but he wanted to confirm.
And as he imagined... As soon as he opened the shoji panels, the light from the Uchiha Sanctuary corridor came all at once in his face and illuminated his study room, which was very dark and lit only by a few candles and lamps. He didn't even blink at the changing lighting, looking down at you in silence waiting for them to say the reason for their visit. "๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ? ๐ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฃ ๐ฎ๐ฆ." Madara thought.
The man crossed his arms impatiently, a cold, stoic expression on his masculine face. He had minimal patience for whatever nonsense they came up with. His black, long-sleeved, high-necked shirt was showing some of his physique without the armor, but none of that mattered now.
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