In a drawer in his home Madara had a box. The box was beautiful: handcrafted of the finest wood, carved and painted with intricate details creating the scene of a beautiful garden. And inside this box Madara kept a little garden of his own, a single petal from every flower which had ever blossomed on his skin. When he was very young his mother had given him the box and told him to keep only his most precious possessions within. Inside his box, Madara kept the pieces of Hashirama which belonged only to him.