Sarada loved going to her grandfather's house.

Well, he was her great-grandfather, but her real grandparents were dead, so she often called him grandfather instead of a great-grandfather.

There wasn't really wasn't anything to say about him. He was always rude in an endearing way, and he secretly let Sarada have more cookies than her mother ever knew about. He told her it was just to spite her parents, but Sarada always noticed the little smile he tried to hide when she grinned at him. He was very blunt, and told it like it was, which was something Sarada always respected about him. He also was one of accomplices that Sarada and sometimes Boruto has in their small adventures.

He had the coolest house ever, too. The gothic style mansion had so many interesting nooks and crannies that were fun to explore, and sometimes her great-grandfather helped her wander around. Sadly, he lived pretty far away, so they went to visit him a lot during breaks. Now, it was the summer, and since the school was over, she was allowed to stay for a couple weeks. Sarada was twelve years old this year, and was so happy she could do this.

Last year was fun, just like all the other years.

《♡》

"Grandfather!" Sarada grinned, wrapping her arms around the older man. His graying black hair was tied back, and he simply looked down at her. He pet her head, looking very not excited to see her.

"Brat." Her grandfather said, putting a hand on her shoulder and steering them both towards her parents. He nodded at them. "I see you've come to see me again."

"'Course, grandfather!" Sarada said, smiling happily. She took his hand. He didn't hold hers, but he didn't pull away either. Her mother always told her he wasn't used to people snuggling up on him, so Sarada made sure to do it often so he would be used to it. "What'ya want to do now that I'm here??"

"First thing I want is for you to quit your yapping." Her grandfather said sarcastically. "You're giving me a headache."

"Sorry..."

"There's some lemonade inside, kid." The old man finally said, sighing. Sarada grinned, knowing that he hadn't really been mad at her, and ran inside. She was immediately swept into Uncle Obito's arms.

Later that day, she, Obito, Sasuke, and her great-grandfather went fishing out on the lake. Obito fell in once, which was hilarious. After that, they just went swimming. Obito had scared off the fish anyway. Sakura and Aunt Rin were making lunch, which they had on the patio. Afterward, they watched the sunset over the lake. Sarada was still young, and couldn't handle too much without tiring out, (she needed to keep up the seemingly infinite energy levels somehow) so she eventually fell asleep. When Sarada fell asleep, Sasuke's grandfather carried her to her room, because everyone else had already gone to bed. Sarada had been sort of awake when her great-grandfather carried her to her room and struggled to hide her smile when he kissed her on the forehead and whispered a goodnight.

Even though he can be a little strict at times, he was just a big softie on the inside.

《♡》

She hadn't seen her grandfather in a few months and was so excited to see him again.

Her uncle Obito often stayed at Grandfather's house to 'babysit him' as her father liked to say. He always said the prickly old man was lucky to have the lovable goofball and his amazing wife there to lighten his dark days.

"Sarada," Sakura said, looking at her through the rearview mirror. The three of them were in the car, on the way to Grandfather's house. They were very close to it, in fact, Sarada could practically see the house. If they rounded one more corner, behind the trees, there it was. Her eyes met her daughter's, and Sarada tilted her head curiously. Her mom looked like she'd been crying a little bit. "When we get to Grandfather's house, make sure to spend a lot of time with him, okay?" She asked. Sarada had never seen her mom cry before, so she didn't notice the tremor in Sakura's voice. The young girl just nodded happily. She always loved spending time with her grandfather.

《♡》

When she was six or seven during the winter time, (when she wasn't used to the way her grandfather talked) he had called her a bad girl when she got into his things, and she took it to heart. She ignored him for the rest of the trip and tore a hole in their previously okay relationship. Of course, it was tearing her up inside, but she was too intimidated by him to say anything about it. After she had played outside in the snow all day, Sarada had been ready for some of her grandfather's famous hot chocolate. However, she was reminded of what he said, and she went straight to bed when she saw the person she had just been trying to avoid working in the kitchen.

He didn't knock, he announced his presence behind the door. Sarada at first wanted to pretend she was sleeping, but she ultimately failed. She opened the door for him and saw he was balancing two cups of hot chocolate and a couple pieces of cake. He walked in briskly and set them down on the cute little table in her room.

This was strange because she explicitly remembered what he said about food in her room. And the horrible (not really that bad) threats that came with it. She'd have to go to bed without dinner (which was honestly bullcrap. We all know her grandfather's not that cruel) or not swim in the lake while she was there.

Sasuke's grandfather looked at her, and saw the confusion on her face, and pulled out one of the tiny chairs. He sat in the dainty chair, albeit awkwardly. He was pretty fit for a really old man, and Sarada could tell her grandfather used to be very, very spry. After all, he still kept up with her and Boruto pretty well. He also looked a lot like Sarada's father. It was a lot like her father, uncle Itachi and their family looked. He gestured for Sarada to sit in the chair across from him, and she did, in shock. The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes. From his facial expressions, he looked went from a constipated duck, a brave soldier, and a grouchy grandfather rolled into one.

"Look, kid..." The older man cleared his throat. "I don't like people... going through my old stuff," Sarada's eyes widened. She knew it, he had come up here to scold her. And she had nowhere to hide, meaning she'd just have to take it. "... because some of it belonged to my younger brother and my best friend." Her grandfather finished. Sarada blinked. "My best friend was, as you know-"

"Boruto's Great Granddaddy?" Sarada finished.

Sarada's relative looked at her sharply. From this, Sarada learned never to interrupt him while he was telling stories. No matter how many times she'd heard those stories. "S'rry, sorry, go on." She said.

"Yes. Boruto's Great Granddaddy." He said, looking like those words leaving his mouth made him want to choke. "And you know my brother."

"Great granduncle!" Sarada beamed happily. She met him not too long ago and loved him instantly. Sarada, of course, had been too young back then to know that the last time Sarada had seen him was a month before he died.

"So, do you understand why I don't want people going through my things?" He asked, shifting his legs under the table.

"But Jiji, they aren't really your things. They're Boruto's Grampa and Uncle's things!" She said, her doe eyes widening with innocence.

The Uchiha patriarch's eye twitched. "Well, kid, it took a long time to steal that stuff from them, and I want to keep it in a good condition." Then his eyes widened, and he knew he would be brutally killed if Sakura realized he was what he was telling her daughter. "Er... stealing is bad, etc, etc..."

Sarada just looked up at him innocently. He sighed. "The point is, I'm sorry for yelling at you, Sarada. I really am. I just wanted you to know that I didn't yell at you without a reason. You're a really good girl. Sometimes, I just forget you're so young and I treat you like you're older than you are. Do you understand?"

Sarada pondered it, and the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. She twiddled her little fingers in her lap, still a little bit intimidated by Sasuke's grandfather. He was scary, even as an old man. His salt and pepper colored hair was long, often tied behind his head at the base of his neck. Sarada always envied his hair. His eyes always pierced her deep down into her soul, and his mouth was almost always turned down into a frown. Except for those moments when they quirked up into a small, almost imperceptible smile when he thought Sarada wasn't looking. Sakura always told her the funny stories of him and Boruto's great granddaddy, but... she couldn't see this grumpy old man as the funny, carefree person that Boruto's great granddaddy said he was.

"Sarada?" Her father's ancestor asked, once again drawing her attention. He was watching her, waiting for a reply. She could feel his leg nervously bouncing up and down under the tiny kiddie table. Sarada suppressed an amused smile at his anxiety.

"S'okay, grandpa." Sarada shook her head. She smiled a little. "Sorry I went through your stuff."

The older man reached forward, a hand outstretched. Sarada watched it curiously, unsure whether she should avoid it or not. She ended up not moving, and the wiser man's hand ended up positioned on her head. Sasuke's grandfather smiled at her for the first time she could see. Sarada smiled back. She understood now, what her mom said about him being a cute, grumpy old man. "Thanks, princess."

Sarada beamed.

《♡》

"Mama?" Sarada asked, sticking her neck out to talk to her parents. Sasuke wouldn't look at her. He just stared out the window. His sunglasses hid any emotion that was swimming through his eyes. Sakura was driving, but her right hand was being tightly gripped by Sasuke. "Why are there a lot of cars parked in front of Grandpa's house?"

Her mother winced, finding a parking spot in between two other cars. Sarada recognized one as Uncle Shisui's Porsche. "The whole family is here, darling."

"Is this a family reunion?" Sarada asked, face lighting up. She hadn't seen some of her relatives in a while, and looked forward to seeing them. They always had a yearly reunion, and they hadn't had one this year.

"Of a sort. Some of Boruto's family is here too, this time." Sarada frowned in confusion.

Sarada looked out the window at the other cars. "Are we all gonna stay here, Mama?"

"Some of us." Her Papa finally said. He turned to look at her, sunglasses still sitting on his nose. "We are. I think Itachi is, too. Boruto and his idiot father are going to stay, because they just transported Naruto's grandfather over here."

A grin broke onto Sarada's face. She hadn't seen Boruto's grandfather in a while, and she liked him a lot. He always treated her like she was one of his own.

"Ano... Sarada," Her mother said, opening the car door. Sasuke had already gotten out of the car and was helping Sarada get out as well. He slung her things over his shoulder easily. "This is kind of a solemn occasion. So make sure you be on your best behavior, and don't make Grandpa stressed. Okay?"

"Okie dokie!" Sarada said, skipping into the building. Obito was at the door, as usual. He greeted Sarada cheerfully, patting her on the head. Beside him stood Shisui and Uncle Itachi, who both gave her bear hugs. Itachi squeezed her shoulders, and Sarada had a feeling that this time her uncles needed the hug more than she did.

They repeated the process with Sakura and Sasuke, Itachi and Sasuke lingering in an embrace the same way he did with Sarada.

Sarada was too happy to be around her family to notice the saddened looks passing between Sakura and Shisui, or the lone tear that was slipping down Obito's face as he walked by. She didn't notice how Sasuke's face was buried in Itachi's shoulder, as if hiding it from her.

She wandered around, heading to where she heard the most voices. Sure enough, the Uzumaki family was in the living room, sitting with Izumi and Rin. Sarada went around the room, hugging everyone but that idiot Boruto. She squeezed Aunt Hinata's shoulders once, before letting go. Boruto stood up, and the two of them left the room again. She didn't hear the hushed tones that started when her parents entered the living room, she was already on her way out of the house with Boruto. She asked where Hima-chan was, but apparently she'd stayed behind with Aunt Hanabi because this was too solemn an occasion.

The two of them played around, eventually ending up down by the lake talking about school and their weird teachers. They talked about their odd friends, some of them being Mitsuki, Shikadai, Chocho and Inojin. They were talking about the fact that Boruto forgot what kind of summer homework Konohamaru-nii-chan gave them. They also discussed Boruto's grandfather, who came only to see Sarada's. Boruto didn't know why his grandfather insisted on coming this time, but he did. Sarada pointed out the fact that the stubborness was in their genes, and had water flicked into her face.

The two of them went inside when they got hungry, and Sarada noted that all the women were in the kitchen, while the men were outside in the back on the veranda that overlooked the lake. It had a roof over it, just in case it rained, but the balcony was open on all other sides. They were located above the beach, playing a game of pool. Shisui was lighting Obito's cigarette, a nasty habit the two of them have. No amount of scoldings from Sakura would get them to stop. Boruto and Sarada leaned their ears to the wall, trying to listen through the door to what the men were saying.

"...I can't believe it..."

"I always thought... live forever... in...ya know..." they could only hear parts of what they were saying, the thick wood blocking the noise.

"... was gonna... eventually.......... chosen an heir... fortune... write his... will...?"

"... don't know... don't care..."

"I'll definitely miss him....."

Sarada sighed after a few more minutes of attempted listening. "I can't hear jack." She complained to her blonde friend, who was suffering just the way she was.

"Me neither." Boruto sighed loudly, banging his fist into his palm. "Dang it. Let's go get food, then we'll go check up on your grandpa."

"Yeah, I haven't seen him yet." Sarada agreed, leading the way to the kitchen. They walked in and the ladies were all huddled around the kitchen table, cooing. Boruto walked up behind them and squeezed through, peering at what they were looking at.

Sarada, confused, did so as well. Sakura placed her hands on Sarada's shoulders and held the girl in front of her. There was a big book sitting on the table, and Rin was shifting through it, showing it off to everyone.

Hinata and Izumi were looking through it, smiles on their faces. Sarada didn't see anything special about it. That was just Grandpa's photo album.

He kept one, and put a bunch of pictures in it for reasons he never told Sarada. Sarada did see him working on it late in the night when she came downstairs to get water.

There were a lot of pictures in it, she knew. She remembered there was one of Sasuke, her grandfather, and his brother, Izuna, who looked exactly like her father smiling with their hawks all in hand. Sarada knew that was a hobby of Sasuke's, and that her grandfather did it with him. There was a picture of him and Obito, riding bikes that were WAY too small for them, with matching devilish grins on their faces. There was a picture of Aunt Rin, Aunt Izumi and Mama in France with him, because he'd taken them on vacation there as a thanks for "putting up with his asshole grandsons," as he put it. Itachi and his grandfather had a lot of hobbies together, like eating dango together, burying each other in the sand up to the head, pranking Obito together, and hanging out with her grandfather's best friend Hashirama together. The Uchiha ancestor went hunting with the whole family, minus Sarada and Aunt Rin. It was a hobby they did during the fall months, and usually they were successful.

There were a lot of photos of the family, but there were more photos of him and Sarada. Him and Sarada shooting bows and arrows (he had a real one, she had a fake one. He promised she'd be able to upgrade on her eleventh birthday), the two of them watching movies together, the two of them playing poker, swimming, building a fort in the living room. Her trying to tie his hair up in two pig tails. Him with her sitting on his shoulders looking at fireworks, him giving her piggy back rides around the house, her painting his nails. The two of them in aprons from making chocolate cake for Sasuke, who was sick. Sarada smiled as those pages flew by. Those weren't all of the pictures, there were more, but Boruto complained about being hungry.

The women all broke out into nervous laughter, Hinata and Sakura breaking off to make Boruto and Sarada a sandwich.

"You and your grandfather sure are close, aren't you?" Izumi smiled at her, petting Sarada's head. The younger girl smiled widely at her, nodding her head.

"I love grandpa a lot! I want to go see him after I get lunch, cause Boruto and I came up with a new game we can play later." Sarada said excitedly. The ladies all exchanged glances.

"Sarada-chan... you must go easy on Grandfather, you hear? He's... very ill, and he's in his bed for now." Hinata said gently. Her and Sakura were coming back with two plates and a tray full of cups and lemonade. The children got the sandwiches, and the ladies poured the lemonade. Sarada's brows furrowed at this, and she started thinking.

"Just how sick is Grandfather?" She asked, tapping her fingers on her plate nervously. She hoped he was alright. She had been sick many times before, and it didn't feel good at all. She felt a giant rush of pity for her grandfather all of the sudden. It worried her. She never needed to pity him. He was always so... healthy and alive.

"Very sick." Sakura said softly. Then she shook her head and tapped Sarada's plate. "Finish up and go see him, darling, it will be good for him."

"Alright."

《♡》

Based on what her mama said, she'd expected her grandfather to be sick, but not stuck in bed sick. Grandfather was never 'stuck in bed' sick.

Sarada opened his door, and peered in, and saw her grandfather open his eyes.

"Sarada-chan!" He sounded pleased, a small smile coming to his lips. He was layed out on his giant bed, his salt and pepper hair sprawled out around him. He had a glass of water and some pill bottles on the stand that had a lamp on it beside his bed. Sarada didn't notice that.

"Grandpa!" Sarada attacked him in a fierce hug. He hugged her back, just as fiercely, but definitely not as strong as his hugs normally were. "How are you doing?" She asked, sitting back on Mikoto's father's bed and smiling at him.

"I'm as good as I can be, now that my darling grandchild is here," her grandfather smiled back. Sarada didn't know what was up with her grandfather this time, because normally his affection was hard to win. Sarada usually succeeded, but her grandfather was usually never this vulnerable. "How much have your parents told you about my situation?"

"Not a lot," Sarada shrugged. "They just said you were sick, and that the whole family was coming together to see you."

The Uchiha ancestor closed his eyes, a soft smile on his face. "That's nice. Now we can fully enjoy ourselves."

"So, grandpa, what do you want to do this time?" Sarada asked, sitting nicely on her legs. "Or... what can you do?" Sarada asked.

"Anything you want to do, as long as it isn't crazy. Or board games. I'm sick of bored games." Her grandfather grumbled, sounding a bit like his normal self.

Sarada grinned. "Alright, grandfather, just tell me if the things we do become too much."

"You bet, kid." Her grandfather told her, rubbing the back of his neck.

《♡》

So Sarada's grandfather rested that night early, and was put in a wheelchair in the morning. All of Sarada's relatives had protested against the Uchiha ancestor doing this, but he was just as stubborn as they were, and he was adamant on spending as much time with Sarada and Boruto as possible.

"By God, I'd hang out with these fun children over you stuffy adults any day."

So they watched the fireworks together that night, baking chocolate cake together. Sarada painted his nails (a little better this time, since she was older) and he drew the stunning likeness of a cat on her face. Boruto got a dog. They painted pictures, her grandfather's natural artistic ability still impressive. Her father's grandfather watched with Boruto's great grandfather as they climbed trees, shot bows and arrows, went swimming and rode the horses, shouting pointers or encouragement. Sarada had put her grandfather's long hair in two braids, rather impressed with how it turned out. They watched the sunset with him, drinking lemonade and counting fireflies. They watched old movies together, played poker and pool as well as they could in her grandfather's condition. He taught Boruto and Sarada how to build the best blanket and pillow fort verbally, and even went in it to tell stories to them before they fell asleep.

They did this for two weeks.

Then, one night, Madara became too ill to leave his bed. Sarada was ushered into her room, and she waited with Itachi and Boruto while her mama did as best as she could to help her grandpa. Sarada might be selectively oblivious to her grandfather's illness, but was paying attention when he had steadily gotten weaker over the last week.

For some reason, there was a terrible feeling of dread pulling at her stomach all night, and she couldn't sleep. Sometime, at around two in the morning, Itachi was asleep curled up against Sarada. Boruto was passed out upside down, drool dripping from his mouth. The door to Sarada's room opened, and Sakura walked in.

"Sarada," she called. Sarada sat up, and gripped Itachi's hand. He woke up immediately and the two of them silently made their way out of the room to not wake Boruto.

Itachi and Sakura slowed down behind Sarada, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sakura and Itachi were walking with an arm around each other, providing support. Sakura talked to him in a low voice, and at some point his grip tightened on her shoulder, and he sighed. She heard her mama sniffling as she talked.

Sarada's shoulders tensed, and she sped up.

Opening the door, she saw all of her family was already gathered there, all standing in a silent circle around the Uchiha ancestor.

Boruto's great grandfather was already right there next to his best friend, hand on Sarada's grandfather's shoulder.

Sakura and Itachi walked in after, and Sasuke came to Itachi's other side. The three of them stood in the doorway, gripping each other tightly.

The eldest Uchiha wasn't looking so good. He was paler than he normally was.

"Princess," he said, using the nickname he sometimes used for Sarada.

Sarada walked over to his bedside, gripping his other hand. She climbed onto the bed beside him, and curled into a ball at his side. His hand stroked her hair.

"Hi, darling." He whispered into her hair, his sadness sinking through his walls and into his voice.

Sarada was silent as her grandfather stroked her hair. He planted a kiss in her black hair. Sarada heard Aunt Rin choke a little, and her black eyes landed on her crying aunt. Every Uchiha in the room was gripping somebody tightly, and Naruto's hand was on his grandfather's shoulder.

"You're dying, aren't you." It wasn't a question. Her voice was flat, and she looked up at her grandpa.

He looked down at her and winced, before turning his face and coughing. "I'm old, Sarada, it was going to happen eventually."

Leave it to him to be so nonchalant about death. Sarada looked back at her family. She had her head positioned on her grandfather's chest so she could actually see everybody, not just the ceiling. Tears were streaming down the faces of Aunt Hinata, Aunt Izumi, Aunt Rin, and Sarada's mother. Sasuke couldn't face the scene, so Itachi was with him at the side of the room, a consoling arm around his brother. Shisui was holding Aunt Izumi, because Uncle Itachi was occupied, and his other arm was linked through Rin's elbow. Obito had his arm around Rin, looking at the Uchiha clan ancestor with a look that suggested he'd soon be in tears too. Aunt Hinata was hugging Mama, because Naruto stood solemnly at his grandfather's shoulder.

He'd already said his goodbyes to everyone in the room individually before Sarada was called into the room, telling them something he loved about each of them, and thanking them for putting up with him.

"Would you like to hear one more story, before I go?" He asked his granddaughter. Sarada nodded, curling up at his side once again. "This is the story of Hashirama Senju, and Madara Uchiha."

Hashirama looked away, from them blinking his own tears away.

Her grandfather proceeded tell Sarada everything she needed to know about his past- all the holes, or things that didn't make sense all of the sudden coming together perfectly, like a piece of a puzzle.

Grandfather had always hated puzzles.

When he finished, there wasn't a dry eye in the whole room. Sarada was the only one who hadn't teared up yet.

Sarada knew the story was probably supposed to be disturbing for someone her age, but she found herself only smiling.

"Grandpa?" She asked, looking at him. His dark eyes met hers easily, the sadness pooling.

"Hm?"

"We're going to be okay." Sarada said, sitting up and hugging him fully. "You can rest now. I'll look after them."

"I know you will." He said, a smile on his face, his hand still in her hair, and her other arm tightly wrapped around her. "Thank you. I was truly blessed to have such a beautiful, wise great granddaughter." His eyes wandered, meeting the eyes of his family, resting on the crying women for a bit. "And such a strong, loving family."

It was like a breath of air had blown through the room. The sound of people breaking out into sobs was very obvious.

Sarada smiled a bit, biting her cheek. "I'm proud of you, grandpa."

"Thank you, darling." Her grandfather, the only other person who hadn't cried yet, looked around the room. "Hey, stop crying." He commanded. "You're all pathetic. I'm not going to be gone for good." He sighed exasperatedly. "I'm sure the one who will miss you all the most will be me, anyway. At least, until this idiot joins me." He pointed at Hashirama, who laughed loudly. Everyone else allowed small chuckles to escape.

The entire room went quiet, then, and the sound of Sarada's great grandfather's labored breathing was slowing down. Sarada was laying on her grandfather's chest, and could physically feel his heartbeat slowing.

"Bye, Grandpa," she whispered, so only he could hear it. "I love you."

"Love... you too... princess." He whispered back. "And you guys," he said louder. Sarada felt him fighting his slowing heartbeat. "Don't be sad for me. Wherever you go, I'll always be with you."

They all murmured replies, and finally, Sarada felt her grandfather's heartbeat slow, and eventually stop.

She sat up immediately, looking at him, but his eyes were shut. "Grandpa?" She asked, more nervous than she thought she'd be. Her grandfather always replied to her. Even when he was exhausted and trying to sleep, he responded. But he didn't even touch her hand to let her know he was listening. "Grandpa?" She repeated one more time, her voice getting desperate. He didn't respond again, and Sarada shook his hand now. "Grandpa?!" She said. A sob slipped past her mouth.

He still didn't respond. Sarada regretted ever telling him him it was going to be okay- she'd had no idea this was what death entailed.

She collapsed onto his chest, then, her tears finally falling. She'd been keeping it all in for two weeks now for her grandfather, trying her best to be happy around him. To make sure he had the best last month of his life. She'd known the whole time, but remained selectively oblivious. He had enough to worry about. She'd kept it all in and now that he was gone, she'd broken open, her emotions pouring out like a dam. She sobbed.

She felt the entire family gathering around her, and she knew her father had picked her up, and was holding her in his arms, but she didn't care. Her grandfather was gone. She'd never be able to laugh with him again. No chocolate cake. No lemonade on a hot day, or art when they were bored. No more beauty sessions, or outside activities. No more poker or pool, or archery, or teasing and pranking the family with him. All of it was gone with grandfather. She was losing a part of her. Her grandfather had been her closest friend for a while. She was always comfortable telling him her secrets, knowing he wouldn't judge and always had something teasing to say.

The entire family had seen the connection Madara Uchiha and his great-granddaughter had, and mourned for them.

The entire family had gathered in the middle of the room, kneeling on the floor, passing Sarada back and forth and hugging her, whispering words of condolences, promising they would be there for her.

A few days after the funeral, Sakura, Sasuke and Sarada had gotten the letter. Sarada had been named the heiress to Madara Uchiha's fortune in his will.

All of the Uchiha family were naturally wealthy, because they were successful, but this...

Sarada got the house, when she was older. The memories were painful, but beautiful, somehow, at the same time.

"I miss you, you grumpy old geezer," she murmured to the sky, watching the sun go down over the lake, sipping lemonade her mother had made.

As Sarada was the new Head of the family, she decided that on Madara's birthday every year, the whole family would gather. It was December 24th, and naturally the family got together for Christmas. On that day, they all did whatever they felt like Madara would've done.

A last tribute to him.