Madara, with her long hair in a high ponytail, was dressed in something similar to her old training gear. Just a long black sleeved shirt with something similar to shinobi pants, and a pair of black gloves. Due to her mother's teachings, Madara was able to sow the Uchiha Clan Symbol on the shoulders and on the back.

The reason for her attire was simple. She was participating in the UA entrance exam and the anxious crowd around her did nothing to dim her confidence.

With a simple pop of her neck, she was ready. The giant doors opened just enough for her to slip in before the rest of the participants and wreak havoc in the few seconds it takes for the other participants to realize they had to run for the doors.

One, two, three... the number of her defeated opponents increased steadily. Kicking away one, she suddenly remembers something that albino bastard told her before the exams.

Brushing it off with a scoff, she tones her agression down, just a little. Jumping up and bringing her leg down, the robots head split in two. Coming face to face with another, she activates her sharingan for a split second. Finding what she needed, she deactivates her eyes and swiftly aimed a punch for the robots most important wirings. Smashing through the tough armor, she grips the wires and pulls them out.

She did that repeatedly. Destroying them all cleanly and efficiently. Ten, eleven, twelve...

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen...

Until she felt as if she destroyed more then enough, did she stop.

Moving towards the shadow of a building, she turns to observe her surroundings, seeing if she could find anyone interesting. Of course, that didn't happen. In the distance, the faint sound of explosions repeatedly going off caught her attention for a while before she moved on. Lightening. Flashes of yellow in her vision proved to be lightening. But it was concentrated on their targets. Mostly.

When all activities stopped for a short second, did she notice the thing that caught everyone's attention. A Zero pointer. They all scattered, not concerned with dealing with something that will not only cause them to exert more energy, but also something that wont even reward them with points.

Madara, however, refused to miss the chance to finally let loose, even if just a little. Moving towards the giant robot, she stopped in front of it. Its steps caused the ground to shake and the roads to give way and break apart. Just as large rubble was about to crush her, did she hear someone calling out to her.

"HEY! ARE YOU CRAZY!? GET OUT OF THERE!"

But the voice stopped, choosing to gasp instead at the sight before him. Madara, after completing the necessary handsigns, brought her hand up to her mouth, and let out a mighty breath.

"Fire style: fireball technique!" She yelled. From her mouth, came a torrent of amazing flames! So large it encased the robot, so powerful it set out a strong gust of wind that blew away loose rubble, and so hot, the blonde boy who tried to warn her could feel the heat against his face even though he was a good distance away from her.

He gaped. "Such power! Is she even human!?"

Releasing the Jutsu, she stepped back to admire her work. The zero pointer was no longer recognizable. It armor melted beyond repair and its wires occasionally emitted static electricity. Even the ground around it was charred black or was caught on fire.

"Whohohohoo~ that was pretty cool, little lady. I'm ec-static to see something so awesome! ;)" he says, his body sparking with electricity at the word static. About to wrap his arms around her shoulders, Madara swats the arm away and turns around.

Kaminari, a little embarrassed, quickly got over it and went on his way too. Smile still present and skipping off with confidence.

Choosing to ignore him, she sprints away in another direction. Using her sharingan, she immediately located where each and every one of those giant zero pointers roamed. Her blood pulsed with excitement. Ever since they were dropped into this world, she was unable to fight seriously or feel the thrill of the battle. Being a shinobi, she couldn't help but feel a little empty, along with her disappointment. Seeing that first one, she decided to quench her thirst by ridding this irrelevant exam of those rather large pests called zero pointers.

Her body comes to a halt as she see's her next victim-- err- Opponent! Her sharingan spinning wildly, she stands before it with absolute confidence. As it stepped closer to her, moving its giant arms to squash her, she simply folded her arms and sent it a bloodthirsty smile.

"Let's dance~" she says, and the battle rages. Buildings turned to rubble as she dashed around the examination area, destroying every one of those zero pointers that were unlucky enough to encounter that beast in human skin.

Seeing the final zero pointer, she blends into the shadows as she runs, body bent forward, into its vicinity. Faces of teenagers running the opposite direction of her, failed to notice the girl who seemed to be at one with the shadows. Embracing it.

However, before she could reach it, the sight of a green haired boy leaping into the air, and absolutely demolishing the robot made her stop. Watching him with fleeting interest. Noticing him fall to the ground and how much his body couldn't handle it's own power, she turned away, eyes dull and interest lost. 'Pathetic' she thought.

Hearing the signal of the end of the exam, she headed straight for the exit, not once bothering to look at the boy again as she did.

Later that afternoon, Madara walked in the opposite direction of her shared apartment with the senju brothers, and instead moved towards the quiet side of town. In that district, a lot of schools were built there due to the lower crime rate. Even her old middle school was there. And, that's where she stopped. In front of the familiar gates, seeing the same old sign with the same old trees and the same old uniforms. Though, she didn't really care much for the school, there were two people she had met there that she will always remember. The end of school bell rang, and it didnt take long for students to rush out in herds. Some, who had recognized the violent senior that graduated earlier that year, either greeted her cautiously or completely scampered out of her way.

"Hn." "It appears I had a reputation" she thinks to herself before resorting to ignore them all. They weren't worth her attention anyway. But one person was. When the students cleared out, she caught sight of a slightly taller boy standing awkwardly in the crowd, hand brought up to the back of his neck. Her eyes flash with recognition before effortlessly moving her way through the crowd. Tapping his shoulder, his amethyst eyes meet hers. Nodding in greeting, they both move to the side to lean against a tree as they watch the crowd leave and eventually, the school was empty besides the teachers and the occasional detentions.

"You confident with your result?" Hitoshi asks her. His voice low and deep, just as usual. Although, she recognized a hint of disappointment.

"Hn," She nodded "but how was your performance?"

"Horrible..." he answered.

She simply nodded, having expected it since she found out their opponents were inanimate objects. Shinsou was good, but not mind control robot enemies good. "Did you at least make it in?"

Shinso understood why she asked. He had been yapping on and on about how badly he wanted-- no, needed to get into that school. Into U.A. high school! Anyone who attends that place naturally had a chance to one day become a successful hero and Shinso was so desperate to finally prove that he had what it took to be one, not just the villain he had the potential to be. But once that test was announced, he knew he was screwed. The most he can hope for is a spot in the general studies with how poorly he did.

"Probably. I definitely won't make it into the hero course, but maybe I'll get lucky and slip into the general--"

"I said; 'did you at least make it in?'" She repeated.

Shinso's eyes widen a little, but otherwise responded with a nod.

"Good. That's all I wanted to know." She said, pushing her body off the tree as she catches sight of someone. "Hitoshi, from now on, I refuse to listen to your useless ramblings..." she paused,

"Not everyone is against you." And she walks away, heading towards the schools doors and towards the woman standing patiently.

Shinso's eyes follow her, before also pushing himself upright and trailing behind her.

Satsuri-sensei couldn't stop the smile on her face as she saw her two favourite students make their way to her. Her little anti social former students. Previously, she had just finished monitoring the entrance examinations for some foreign student's when she walked outside and caught sight of those troublemakers from the previous year.

"Ohayo, Madara-chan! Hitoshi-kun! Let's talk inside my classroom, okay?" Being answered with a nod, the 39 year old woman led them in the direction of her aforementioned classroom. Walking in, a sense of nostalgia enveloped the three. Remembering their seats by the window, remembering the lunches they shared, the time Madara first introduced herself and when they were forced to make friends. Heck, even the times they got detention immediately came back to them in a fond rush of memories.

"Ne~ just pick up a chair, sit by my desk. I have plenty of questions I'd like to ask! Come, come!" She happily cheered, carefully pulling her seat out with her right hand and sitting down with grace. Shinso reached for the closest chair and dragged it to the front of Satsuri-sensei's desk, just like they used to do during their, 'afterschool chats'.

Noticing Madara doing the same and sitting down, Satsuri began to speak.

"Sooooo~ how were the exams! I'm sure you did great!" She cheered, bouncing a little in her chair.

"They were boringly easy. A waste if you ask me." Madara grumbled. Since she came here, nothing was a challenge for her. The classes were boring, the people weak, it was a peaceful environment with mostly peaceful people. Being a shinobi, a life like this was an enviable dream, but for Madara, it was a boring way of life. A story without climax.

Shinso looked dejected and he looked to the ground in order to avoid eye contact. Noticing this, Satsuri's eyes soften. Leaning forward slowly, she places her right hand on the boy's shoulder supportively. Without even needing words, the atmosphere rested in a comfortable silence.

Satsuri knew these two long enough to differentiate between their moods and she could tell Shinso was disappointed. However, she also knew that what the boy didn't want was flowery words and simply told him,

"Don't worry Hitoshi-kun. I know everything will work out in the end. I promise."

"I don't know, Sasturi-sensei." He states, rubbing the back of his neck, "I feel like I missed my big shot."

Madara, who was leaning back on her chair with her arms folded and eyes closed, calmly opened one eye to look at him,

"Hitoshi." She called.

Both the other people turned their attention to the young girl.

"You wanted to be a hero, right?" She asked. Shinso nodded,

"Of course."

"Then you can't simply give up. Heroes, don't give up."

The two teenagers locked eyes for a scarce moment before Shinso sighed with a nod.

"I know that. When did I ever say I'd give up? Not in this generation will I ever give up..." he teased, a small smile on his face. Madara nods, satisfied with the answer. After all, the only reason she joined that stupid hero school examination was because of a special someone. And that someone will always be in her heart. Thinking of the incident that reminded her of her dear person, the Uchiha's eyes automatically fall to the woman's left arm.

Noticing her stare, Satsuri gingerly looks to her damaged left arm, it's useless bones could no longer support it so it rested snugly in a sling. Nowadays, she styled her hair so that the long pink locks were swept to the left side and over her shoulder. It covered about half her arm from sight and that provided her with small sense of comfort, as if her hair could hide the pain she felt when the incident happened.

"It's fine! Recently, I havent felt any pain at all!"

"Hn..."

"That's good. But, have you visited the hospital recently?" Shinso inquired, his tired features almost stiff. The woman sighed dejectedly.

"I haven't been able to find the time. I'm having such a hard time finding a substitute teacher for the kids and my brother only has free time next week. If I do this operation, I really want my family to be there with me. I don't know what to do!" She complained, early annoyed.

Last year, a villain and hero fight escalated and moved into the grocery store while Satsuri and her brother were inside. The building had erupted in flames! At the time, Shinso and Madara, who had accompanied them, were across the street at the time and were held back when they attempted to run in. The Uchiha would never admit it, but her heart rippled when she saw the unforgiving flames swallow the building her over supportive and nosy teacher was inside. The only reason they were there was because Satsuri-sensei offered to buy Madara and her roommates their groceries after the girl had once again got fired from her part time job! How could something so generous turn into something so life threatening!?

In that moment, she reminisced her time as a Kunoichi of the Uchiha family. During her time of loss, pain and glory. That's when a loud cough caught everyone's attention and out came Satsuri Sakama, her lungs heaving, her skin littered with blisters and scratches and her hair being burnt at the ends. However, when she noticed she escaped alone, she drove right back into danger. As the building collapsed, Satsuri Saiko dragged his sisters weak body out of harm's way. Her arm had been crushed and the bone irreparable.

The heroes scolded her for being reckless and her brother angrily wept. Madara was silent though. She had no right to be angry, since she would do the exact same thing if her little brother was in danger. However, unlike Sasturi-sensei, Madara failed to protect Izuna. After all the yelling, Satsuri Saiko had called his sister his hero. That's why, when Hashirama asked her days later if she wanted to be a hero with them, she didn't reject.

Satsuri-sensei spent 3 months at the hospital, being visited by friends, family and her students, however, she couldn't afford to stay in the hospital too long and demanded to be released. Eventually, they let her go but advised her to return for surgery when she could pay for it. Satsuri, with the help of Saiko, paid back her hospital bill and managed to keep her job. Even now, she still needed that surgery to replace the shattered bone with an artificial one. Madara and Shinso tried to convince her to leave for the surgery before her arm becomes worse but she could never find the right time.

Now, however, they have had enough. Standing up, Madara stands before the woman. "Enough of this. You need that surgery, and we need you!" She claimed, "Hitoshi and I will be your substitutes until you get back, and don't bother rejecting!" Shinso nodded in agreement.

"Sweetheart, I appreciate your worry but I'm telling you, it's fine. You should be worrying about your entrance exams, not some old hag like me," she shook her head.

"Your not just any old hag, your our old hag." Shinso joked fondly, "We rely on you, sensei, and we want you to know how worried we are for you." Shinso adds, his tired eyes just barely conveying the worry they held within them.

Madara couldn't help but agree. When Izuna died, he had no idea how much he meant to her, how much his death absolutely destroyed her. He died not knowing the extent of her love.

Now, she will never make that mistake again.

Satsuri seemed to finally cave, with a sigh, she asks, "What's in this for you?"

The two teens look at eachother before locking eyes with their teacher once again.

"I need the pay."

"Hn."

She sighs again, dragging her good hand down her face, but obvious amusement present on her features.
Shinso kneels down and places a hand on her shoulder in comfort with a slight reassuring smile, "And of course your wellbeing!"

"But mostly the money." Madara cheekily remarked.

Cheery laughter erupted from the seated woman as she wiped a tear from her eye. She looked at them with a cheeky glint in her brown Iris'.

"Okay then, but may I ask how your going to get the job. Not only are you freshmen high schoolers, but you've also been fired from all of your part time jobs and clearly aren't good with people in general." She states smugly, " so why the heck would this fine establishment hire you rascals!?"

Madara glances meaningfully in Shinso's direction before looking at Satsuri as if the answer was obvious and she was a moron for not knowing. Eyes widening in realization, Satsuri-sensei couldn't hold in the laugh that escaped her lips and slapped her knee in hysteria. Her legs squirming and her chair spinning, she finally calmed down with a little mischievous smile.

"Okay. I leave this to you."

And that was how Shinso brainwashed the principal into hiring them. After Satsuri-sensei came back, Madara had earned enough money to pay her half of the rent for 4 months while Shinso was finally able to get that new iPad he wanted.

When returning home, the Uchiha was greeted with the walking Chaos called the Senju brothers.