In the dew of the morning is the time of day Madara likes to take some time out to do his hobby, falconry. The wind blows, the grass ripples and the clouds slowly moves along the skies. Its a windy morning, great for the falcon to ascend and descend at will. The Black Falcon soars downward towards Madara and he haltingly brings up his left arm to lure the bird onto it. Petting the bird for it's good work, he looks over his armored shoulder towards the forest after feeling the ground shake beneath his feet. Is it Iwagakure shinobi? Can't be because he doesn't sense any type of chakra.
Madara's attire consists of maroon armor with numerous metal plates, forming protective guards along his chest, waist, shoulders and thighs. This clothing under the armor is a indigo long-sleeved shirt with a knee-length mantle, pants, open-toed boots and gloves. Long, black hair reaching waist-length and shoulder-length bangs framing the sides of his face, covering most of his right eye, defined creases underneath each eye.
Motioning his left arm upward the falcon releases its firm grip from his forearm and flies off into the blue skies. Screaming out a bird caw whilst leaving, feathers twirling down from it's wings as Madara watches it off.
Stepping backward and turning his shoulders to the right the momentum carried him to face the forest. The three pupils of his Sharingan are much more advanced than other Uchiha being as though he mastered it at a young age. But we aren't going to go much more into detail. Scoping someone from miles away sitting on a throne made of the earth beneath, he closes his eyes, lowered his head and gives a whole heartedly chuckle; even though it doesn't matter who or what it is due to the overwhelming amount of strength, speed and intelligence he has over all of his opponents except one. The many metal plates of maroon armor clattered with the sudden downward movement. Arms out on both sides of him, elbows barely bent, gloved fingers arched at the knuckle and he crouched low. Leaping bountifully into the sky Madara kept his eyes onto the guy whose sitting comfortably upon his self proclaimed throne, one hand sign was given; Horse.
Both elbows out with his index fingers forming a triangle. Kneading great chakra and then converting it to fire, Madara creates a multitude of fireballs at the same time which then began to rain down on upon his opponent. "Katon: Great Fireball Shower!!"
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