Its time.

Year 1915...

The sky was dull and heavy with smoke.

Deep, muddy trenches scarred the landscape.

Water pooled in shallow pits, mixing with blood and earth beneath it.

Somewhere far off, artillery thundered.

But in the midst of this hell, hidden from sight and sound,

a figure crouched silently behind a shattered wooden barricade.

He appeared as an ordinary human male, but that was Madara, using Transformation Jutsu.

Right now,

he was in Great War, witnessing this historic moment.

The trenches were alive with noise—shouts and gunfire.

The cries of the wounded echoed as soldiers scrambled over barbed wire through the mud.

Faces were tight with exhaustion and fear; their movements hurried, desperate.

An enemy soldier, aiming at him with a Gewehr 98 from a distance, noticed Madara was not on his side—wearing an enemy uniform.

Madara was using Transformation Jutsu, and to infiltrate, he wore the uniform too.

His gaze was neutral toward the soldier, who was confused—why was he unharmed? Lost? Malfunctioning weapon? Broken?

But this was war.

The soldier took careful aim at Madara's head while Madara scanned him with amused calm.

"Is it worth it?" Madara asked from a distance in smooth, fluent German.

"Does it ever feel worth it when your best friend falls beside you?" the German replied coldly, exhaustion and pain in his voice.

Before he could shoot, Madara said,"If you shoot, You will die but not by me. But if you don't, I will save your life from someone else." He spoke neutrally, eyes fixed on some distant point.

The German soldier ignored him and fired.

Madara dodged the bullet with a slight tilt of his head.

The German's eyes widened. "What the fu—"

But the next second, he was intercepted by a humanoid figure, thrown into the muddy trench wall.

The figure looked at Madara."You have good instincts, human. This is the first time I've seen a human dodge a bullet so easily and calmly."

Madara did not reply.

The German soldier, still alive, sitting against the trench wall, aimed a Luger P08 at the figure and fired multiple times. All shots connected, but the figure regenerated instantly.

"Monster..." the soldier spat as the figure grabbed him by the neck, biting into it and savoring the blood."Mmmh... Blood of soldiers is delicious as always... hardened."

Madara watched the vampire neutrally. He did not save the soldier—he was no hero, and he never would be.

After a few seconds, the vampire dropped the soldier's body and looked back at Madara."Your blood... is the most delicious I've ever sensed."

He closed the distance, but Madara disappeared and reappeared in front of him in a flash.

Madara punched him square in the face, throwing him 12 meters back. The vampire rolled, cracked bones audible, but quickly stood, injuries already regenerating, and chuckled softly.

"This strength... and speed... Are you even human?"

Madara replied, "Yeah."

The vampire obviously sensed the difference in strength and couldn't react fast enough to the speed. If he had, he would have dodged and Without his regeneration, he would be dead.

without hesitation, he fled.

But he couldn't take another step—his world flipped upside down as his head was sliced off with chakra.

The body crumbled as the head fell.

Madara left the location, having seen what he wanted.

Ninety Years Later

2005, Forks, Washington

Rain fell steadily over Forks, the familiar gray mist wrapping around the small town. The forest was dense and tall.

Just beyond the outskirts, nestled among the trees, was a cabin—quite large.

Its wooden frame weathered by time and storm, smoke curled gently from the chimney, promising warmth inside.

Madara stepped outside the cabin, his boots sinking into the mud. The man appeared to be a quiet, middle-aged stranger, but he was far from ordinary.

In this peaceful town, he did not use his Uchiha identity but chose to keep his true nature hidden beneath the Transformation Jutsu, as always.

As he walked toward the town, a familiar voice called from behind a fence.

"John, what are you doing outside your cabin?" said Charlie, surprised.

"Charlie," Madara replied calmly, "even I need to go for food."

Charlie chuckled. "Well, i don't usually see you outside."

"Well, I like my quiet place," Madara said. "And you? Still guarding this little corner of the world?"

"Always," Charlie said with a grin. "You should know, my daughter arrived today—Bella. New to Forks. Trying to find her place."

Madara's gaze stayed neutral. So it begins... he thought.

"I see. It is good to hear of new beginnings," Madara said.

Charlie nodded and motioned toward the street."Speaking of which... she's just down there. Come meet her. I think you two should know each other."

Before Madara could reply—or even wanted to—Bella appeared, stepping cautiously through the rain. Her eyes met her father's, then Madara's, a flicker of curiosity in her gaze.

Charlie smiled and introduced them simply."Bella, this is an old friend called John."

Bella gave a small tentative smile. "Nice to meet you."

Madara nodded curtly. "Hn."

She awkwardly chuckled at the silence, while Charlie broke it by clapping Madara on the shoulder."You'll keep an eye on her, won't you?"

Madara, without missing a beat, replied, "No. Why should I?"

Charlie blinked, caught off guard by the bluntness."Well... you always were direct," he muttered, laughing softly to lighten the moment.

Bella looked between them, unsure how someone so cold and unreadable could be considered an old friend of her father. She folded her arms, her hoodie damp at the shoulders from the rain."You're really friends...?"

"No, not particularly. Just acquaintances." said madara

Charlie scratched the back of his neck, clearly unsure how to explain."Well... John is different, but he's always been around when it matters—or when we need help."

Bella furrowed her brows but didn't press further, making a mental note: This guy is weird.

Madara turned back toward the road."I should go."

Charlie gave a short nod, recognizing the tone."All right. Goodbye, and visit sometime."

Madara didn't respond. He simply walked away, his boots splashing in puddles.

But it was not over yet.

Carlisle Cullen had just finished his shift at the hospital when he felt it.

That presence.

It wasn't a vampire. It wasn't a werewolf.

It was... familiar.

He turned instinctively. Across the hospital parking lot walked a man.

Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black. His face unfamiliar, mid-thirties at most, brown eyes, no scent of blood, a heartbeat.

The man met Carlisle's gaze and held it for just a moment, then calmly walked away, 

Carlisle stood frozen beside his car as something deep within stirred—a memory of firelight, a ruined tower, and lessons learned.

A voice from the past whispered in his mind:No one can take your hunger from you, but you can choose how to carry it.

Later — Cullen House, That Night

"I met someone... interesting today," Carlisle said.

Edward looked up from his book. "Who?"

"I don't know," Carlisle admitted. "But he... felt familiar."

Emmett tilted his head. "A patient?"

"No. He didn't come in. Just passed by." Carlisle's fingers tapped thoughtfully against the table."But something about him felt familiar. Like I'd met him before—but not at the same time."

Edward leaned in from the stairs."What kind of familiar?"

Carlisle looked up."The kind you never forget. The kind that watches while you suffer, and still chooses to help. A presence."

He paused."Like the man who taught me to resist my nature." He smiled gently, reminiscing.

Edward raised an eyebrow."You never told us much about him."

Carlisle was silent for a few seconds, then answered without turning."That man... he was there... the night I changed. When I was nothing more than hunger and instinct..."

Edward's voice was calm."You've never told us this before."

"Because I was ashamed," Carlisle admitted."That night, I nearly fed. I came across a girl,I couldn't stop myself. But before I reached her, he appeared."

Rosalie frowned, watching from the side like the others."What did he do?"

Carlisle finally turned, face solemn."He didn't stop me. He didn't say anything at first. He just stood there. Watching."

A pause."And I felt judgment. Not anger, not pity—just observation."

Jasper spoke up cautiously."A predator? A guardian?"

"Neither," Carlisle said quietly."He was like a witness. Someone who's seen this play out a thousand times, waiting to see if I'd make the same mistake."

"And did you?" Alice asked softly.

Carlisle smiled faintly."No. I turned away. And she lived."

Edward, curiosity edged with concern, finally asked,"So... who was he? This man who stood between you and that moment?"

Carlisle looked around the room, meeting each of their eyes with calm certainty."I do know his name. And you may not know the name, but maybe the surname... The name he was called was Obito... Obito Uchiha."

The room fell into a heavy silence.

Jasper said,"Oh... Uchiha? He saved you? A Uchiha? Called Obito?"

Alice's eyes widened."Van Helsings? Why would someone like him intervene?"

Carlisle just looked outside the window as the rain fell."Who knows... I have another friend, called Nara... and she was in contact with one of the Uchiha ancestors. Just be careful around that man called John."