Send “Little thing” and my character will tell you something as a child.

_{“You’re…”}

_{No way.}

_{Heart beating faster, lilacs optics widening at the figure—-at the tremendous figure before the young crimsonette. Little frame would tremble around the sight, though the Uzumaki stood still, knees involuntarily shaking as gaze looked up to them great man in front of her, standing proudly as his eyes fixated on the little one.}

_{“You’re…”} 

_{Words were emptied; though she tried to speak. Speak of his name.} 

_{Her beloved Mito-sama had told him about her husband—-the great Shodai Hokage, and how he defeated yet another great man known in history for his grave misconduct and mischief for betraying his own village.}

_{Uchiha Madara.}

_{How dreadful his name sounded when it echoed through the crimsonette’s mind. How sick she felt when the older Uzumaki told her about him—–and now that he’s in front of her, alive and well…}

_{What can she do?}

_{“M-Mito-sama told me a-about you, ya know?!” An accusing finger would bravely point to the other’s fixated and scary stare. A stare that would cause a whole army to collapse— “You’re…Y-You’re Uchiha Madara and y-you…”}

_{A gulp. A pause. Courage, young woman.}

_{“Y-You’re supposed to be dead, ya know?!”}