[Madara, after a moment of lying motionless in bed, stirs in his sleep ever so slightly.  After a few seconds, his face scrunches up in pain as he finally opens his eyes.  His one usable eye scans the room for any dangers, with said eye glowing a murderous red.  He is much paler than usual, due to the blood loss and the sheets around him have a few ( Read more... )

[The PCD turns on and the face that is shown is much, much, much younger than everyone is used to seeing.  Madara, 11 years old, looks furious as he gazes into the PCD, sharingan eyes blazing with anger and hatred and, perhaps, a small amount of fear.]

What's this stupid thing?  Doesn't look useful at all...and it can't be a weapon.

[He gives the ( Read more... )