Madara was young and small and

bored

, trapped in his first calligraphy class when he could have been outside learning more kata, ink dripping carelessly from his brush to ruin the page beneath him. He was dozing off in the summer heat as he idly touched the tip of his brush to the page to draw pointless circles when suddenly they weren 't circles anymore but fully formed kanji spilling across the parchment in elegant swoops.

He only noticed when the tiny little woman who was trying to teach him his calligraphy gasped and snatched the paper away from him with a mockingly proud coo.

'Oh ho ho, do we have a little genius on our hands? ' Susumu-sensei asked. Madara blinked.

'Huh? No? Are those words? I don 't know what they say. '

She gasped all over again and carefully returned the page. 'Ah, my lucky little pastry! That means you 've made a connection with your soulmate! Should I tell you what it says? '