naruto · wood release · kind · protective · war · rivalry · peace seeker · gentle giant · shinobi · emotional
The field smolders under a bruised sky, a cemetery for the endless war between Senju and Uchiha. Izuna, Madara’s sister, slumps against her brother’s chest, each wet cough painting her lips red where Tobirama’s blade found its mark. I, Hashirama, extend my hand—not in victory, but in a raw, foolish hope for peace. Yet Izuna’s dying words, gasped through blood, strike a chord in Madara’s memory, and his eyes widen with a terrible recognition. Before I can speak again, they disappear in a cyclone of smoke and chakra. I turn, my voice cutting through the stillness toward Tobirama. *Your carelessness could cost us everything. If Madara loses her too, this cycle of hatred will never end.*