Madara certainly didn't look happy, his wrinkled brows could tell that much, as could the scowl which seemed to be engraved onto his face. The Uchiha's narrowed crimson eyes, which bore his legendary dojutsu, were glazed with anger. His feet were firm and steady as he balanced himself on one of Hashirama's mammoth-sized wood branches. He stood with an air of eminence, his gloved hands folded across his brawny chest while he glowered indignantly at his enemy.
“Lighten up, Madara. You look like you're about to give yourself a headache.” quipped Hashirama casually. The raven haired Senju was still perched atop the One Tail, staring down at his enemy through warm, brown eyes.
“Be quiet, Hashirama.” said Madara grimly. Chakra began to flood from his body, the surge of energy resembling flames as they danced dangerously around the Uchiha. Blood red eyes widened, looking manic. “I'll be sending you to your gr--”
The fuming Uchiha was interrupted by a loud and ominous rumbling of the earth. Immediately, blood red eyes darted in every direction, keen on finding the source of the great disturbance. They zoomed around and finally settled on the massive cloud of pitch black smoke that gently drifted skywards. Madara grimaced, it was clearly the aftermath of a large explosion, but he knew not one of his men who could boast such destructive power.
“What has Tobirama done?” Hashirama mused with a sigh. His eyes, darkened in irritation, as they also peered at the thick cloud of smoke.
“Your brother....my men.” Madara seemed to have become incoherent with shock and fury, his voice was more like the threatening roar of a savage beast. Quickly, nimble feet pushed his body forward, carrying the seething Uchiha in the direction of the blast.
Hashirama leapt off his sandy pet, landing on the ground with a quiet grace. The Senju looked somber as his grimy, calloused hands lazily formed a seal, causing his feet to merge with the earth, his legs taking the light shade of brown that colored the soil. The rest of his build also became one with the ground beneath him and he sank completely into it.
A soft tap was heard as Madara came to a halt. The Uchiha's eyes were narrowed into ferocious slits as he gazed at the deep crater from which smoke still exuded. A threatening scowl on the his face, Madara scanned the terrain in haste, scarlet Sharingan in desperate search of the silver-haired Senju who was doubtlessly responsible for this.
Suddenly, a small screech echoed softly. It seemed to come from nowhere, as a jet-black portal tore though the fabric of space and time, beside Madara. Shinji slowly emerged from the gaping abyss, looking battered, grime painted on every inch of his frame. His clothes were singed in some places and torn in others. His breath was labored, lungs straining to receive and release air.
Coughing and wheezing immediately followed as the aged shinobi sank to one knee, the weight of his own frame overbearing. He would have completely slumped to the ground, were it not for the fact that had concentrated his weight on a badly burnt arm to steady himself, though he still wobbled and trembled precariously. He winced slightly at the throbbing pain that surged through said arm as it rested against the coarse grainy sand that carpeted the battlefield.
“What happened?!” thundered Madara, clearly having not registered Shinji's plight. “Speak, old man!” the spiky-haired younger Uchiha rasped, still fuming, glowering at the elder as though the wounded old man was the reason for his ire.
“Tobirama....I...our men...” Shinji's strained voice was rudely interrupted by more coughing, his lungs grumbling complaints concerning the contaminated air which they were forced to deal with.
Madara's brutality was in full display as he grabbed the old timer by his torn, tattered robe, lifting him up harshly raising him to his trembling feet. Dull, feeble Sharingan eyes met the icy glare of cold ones and the elder looked positively terrified. “WHAT - HAPPENED?!” Madara snarled with a fury.
“I managed...” he paused, already short of breath, the smoky air was choking and his lung were straining to permit speech, “I sent all our comrades....away...before...” and he resumed his violent coughing, his feet immediately gave way beneath him and he collapsed with a resounding thud.
Madara's gaze lingered menacingly over Shinji, then shifted and was now dancing across the terrain, in search for the perpetrator of this horrible feat. Scarlet eyes finally found their mark, and became glazed with renewed anger. Tobirama Senju stood afar off, only partially visible, his armored frame shielded from view by thick clouds of smoke. His posture, even from a distance, disclosed his immense pleasure. Madara was completely certain that their was a smirk on his face.
Tobirama's arms were carefully folded across his chest, hands tucked at his sides. Crimson eyes refused to look away from the enormous crater. Each passing moment spent gazing at it seeming to bring him even greater pleasure.
Dust, ash and dirt appeared, swirling and dancing to reform the bulbous frame of Manji. His feet were first molded into existence, torso following suit, his belly still as large as ever, then his head.
Madara peered at the oddity; the shape of a man being forged before him, out of thin air, and it suddenly became transparently clear. “Tobirama's technique to raise the dead. So, it is real.” he mused darkly.
The bulbous Blast Element user bounced towards Uchiha Madara, eyes blank, absent of any emotion whatsoever. Madara called upon Susanoo, and the ethereal manifestation plunged an undulating blade into Manji's belly, stopping him in his tracks. Madara expected blood but nothing was spewed, the wound produced only dust and dirt which fluttered merrily around the entry of Susanno's weapon. More shocking, the man began to drag himself free from the large blade, unfazed by the blow.
Madara commanded Susanoo to raise the blade, with Manji still pierced and hanging near its tip. Now in mid air, it was difficult to escape the grasp of Susanoo's weapon, as movement was limited. Manji noticed and ceased all attempts to wrench himself free. Instead, the pot bellied ninja landed a punch on the sword, calling upon his explosive Kekkei genkai. Susanoo's weapon shattered with a bang, the portion embedded into Manji immediately broke off from the rest of the blade.
Manji collapsed with a thud but quickly leaped to his feet, only to meet Madara standing in front of him, scarlet eyes staring into his black ones. He had fallen under a genjutsu, and stood frozen, defeated before the Uchiha.
Madara began going through the motions. First a cocky grin stretched across his face, then he folded his arms nonchalantly, though still looking as dangerous as ever. Up next was snide comments: “Tobirama, you are no mat--”
Suddenly, the large tub immobilized before him, disappeared in a puff of smoke. Madara failed to hide his shock in that moment . The man reappeared, in a coffin, before Tobirama, whose hands were clapped; the hand seal that called forth his Edo Tensei. Tobirama promptly released his weapon from Madara's genjutsu.
“You were saying?” asked Tobirama, managing the words through a chuckle. Madara was enraged, his eyes stared daggers at the silver-haired Senju. The flame-like embers of Susanoo shrouded him, stirring his bushy mane of hair into a wild dance behind him. The legendary Eternal Managekyo Sharingan shone with fury, and Madara was emanating from hatred from his very being.
Tobirama looked anxious. Red eyes narrowed slightly at Madara, as he levelled the Uchiha with a cautious gaze. “I must be careful.” he bemused, as right hand found left and both united into a hand seal.
Manji and Saigo darted towards Madara, who was utterly unfazed by the incoming opposition. The Uchiha leader stood ramrod straight, Susanoo flaring dangerously about him like wild fire . Only the ribs of the ethereal being had been conjured and they were suspended around Madara, providing a defense of extreme potency.
A searing blaze of white shot at Madara, launching towards the Uchiha from Saigo's fingertips. The flame embraced Susanoo, the immaterial Mangekyo technique now wearing muscle over its massive bones.
The noise was deafening, as the flames pitted their tremendous heat against Susanoo's defensive ability. Susanoo's muscular exterior was soon devoured by the white inferno, and its bones were already cracking soundly. Were it a living entity, it might have screamed in agony.
“Saigo's flames are said to reach near the temperature of lightning. Compared to Amaterasu, it has less heat. However, the method of delivery; a non-stop high-intensity expulsion of massive flames, will allow it to burn far quicker than Amaterasu ever could. The black flame Amaterasu hits its target in an instant, yet burns them slowly. But the white flames of Synergy reaches the target with immense speed and consumes it equally as quickly. There is no doubt; to cause this much damage to Susanoo so quickly...” Tobirama mused, a smile stretching across his face. “...it is even more effective than those black flames.”
Saigo poured in more chakra to his fingers, which magnified the Synerygy flames greatly. Manji had halted beside the Uchiha, looking blanky at the heavily assaulted etheral being in which Madara had taken refuge. Susanoo was utterly encompassed in a blaze of white. A cacophony of cracking filled the air, echoing in congruity with the roar of the white inferno; Susanoo's bones were shattering, yet Madara face only registered utter indifference.
The Uchiha's yes still dimmed as usual, looking detached. Perspiration had however, broken out on his forehead, and beads of sweat trailed down his hardened face, due to the heat of the inferno that surrounded him. His hands intertwined across his chest, Uchiha Madara stood as his defense crumbled in the face of Saigo's blaze. “How foolish Tobirama. Why would I lose to the remains of Saigo, former leader of the Uchiha, when I killed him myself.” thought Madara. His eyes widened, a bestial look in both of them. “I'll show you the true power of Uchiha.”
To Be Continued.
“Lighten up, Madara. You look like you're about to give yourself a headache.” quipped Hashirama casually. The raven haired Senju was still perched atop the One Tail, staring down at his enemy through warm, brown eyes.
“Be quiet, Hashirama.” said Madara grimly. Chakra began to flood from his body, the surge of energy resembling flames as they danced dangerously around the Uchiha. Blood red eyes widened, looking manic. “I'll be sending you to your gr--”
The fuming Uchiha was interrupted by a loud and ominous rumbling of the earth. Immediately, blood red eyes darted in every direction, keen on finding the source of the great disturbance. They zoomed around and finally settled on the massive cloud of pitch black smoke that gently drifted skywards. Madara grimaced, it was clearly the aftermath of a large explosion, but he knew not one of his men who could boast such destructive power.
“What has Tobirama done?” Hashirama mused with a sigh. His eyes, darkened in irritation, as they also peered at the thick cloud of smoke.
“Your brother....my men.” Madara seemed to have become incoherent with shock and fury, his voice was more like the threatening roar of a savage beast. Quickly, nimble feet pushed his body forward, carrying the seething Uchiha in the direction of the blast.
Hashirama leapt off his sandy pet, landing on the ground with a quiet grace. The Senju looked somber as his grimy, calloused hands lazily formed a seal, causing his feet to merge with the earth, his legs taking the light shade of brown that colored the soil. The rest of his build also became one with the ground beneath him and he sank completely into it.
A soft tap was heard as Madara came to a halt. The Uchiha's eyes were narrowed into ferocious slits as he gazed at the deep crater from which smoke still exuded. A threatening scowl on the his face, Madara scanned the terrain in haste, scarlet Sharingan in desperate search of the silver-haired Senju who was doubtlessly responsible for this.
Suddenly, a small screech echoed softly. It seemed to come from nowhere, as a jet-black portal tore though the fabric of space and time, beside Madara. Shinji slowly emerged from the gaping abyss, looking battered, grime painted on every inch of his frame. His clothes were singed in some places and torn in others. His breath was labored, lungs straining to receive and release air.
Coughing and wheezing immediately followed as the aged shinobi sank to one knee, the weight of his own frame overbearing. He would have completely slumped to the ground, were it not for the fact that had concentrated his weight on a badly burnt arm to steady himself, though he still wobbled and trembled precariously. He winced slightly at the throbbing pain that surged through said arm as it rested against the coarse grainy sand that carpeted the battlefield.
“What happened?!” thundered Madara, clearly having not registered Shinji's plight. “Speak, old man!” the spiky-haired younger Uchiha rasped, still fuming, glowering at the elder as though the wounded old man was the reason for his ire.
“Tobirama....I...our men...” Shinji's strained voice was rudely interrupted by more coughing, his lungs grumbling complaints concerning the contaminated air which they were forced to deal with.
Madara's brutality was in full display as he grabbed the old timer by his torn, tattered robe, lifting him up harshly raising him to his trembling feet. Dull, feeble Sharingan eyes met the icy glare of cold ones and the elder looked positively terrified. “WHAT - HAPPENED?!” Madara snarled with a fury.
“I managed...” he paused, already short of breath, the smoky air was choking and his lung were straining to permit speech, “I sent all our comrades....away...before...” and he resumed his violent coughing, his feet immediately gave way beneath him and he collapsed with a resounding thud.
Madara's gaze lingered menacingly over Shinji, then shifted and was now dancing across the terrain, in search for the perpetrator of this horrible feat. Scarlet eyes finally found their mark, and became glazed with renewed anger. Tobirama Senju stood afar off, only partially visible, his armored frame shielded from view by thick clouds of smoke. His posture, even from a distance, disclosed his immense pleasure. Madara was completely certain that their was a smirk on his face.
Tobirama's arms were carefully folded across his chest, hands tucked at his sides. Crimson eyes refused to look away from the enormous crater. Each passing moment spent gazing at it seeming to bring him even greater pleasure.
Dust, ash and dirt appeared, swirling and dancing to reform the bulbous frame of Manji. His feet were first molded into existence, torso following suit, his belly still as large as ever, then his head.
Madara peered at the oddity; the shape of a man being forged before him, out of thin air, and it suddenly became transparently clear. “Tobirama's technique to raise the dead. So, it is real.” he mused darkly.
The bulbous Blast Element user bounced towards Uchiha Madara, eyes blank, absent of any emotion whatsoever. Madara called upon Susanoo, and the ethereal manifestation plunged an undulating blade into Manji's belly, stopping him in his tracks. Madara expected blood but nothing was spewed, the wound produced only dust and dirt which fluttered merrily around the entry of Susanno's weapon. More shocking, the man began to drag himself free from the large blade, unfazed by the blow.
Madara commanded Susanoo to raise the blade, with Manji still pierced and hanging near its tip. Now in mid air, it was difficult to escape the grasp of Susanoo's weapon, as movement was limited. Manji noticed and ceased all attempts to wrench himself free. Instead, the pot bellied ninja landed a punch on the sword, calling upon his explosive Kekkei genkai. Susanoo's weapon shattered with a bang, the portion embedded into Manji immediately broke off from the rest of the blade.
Manji collapsed with a thud but quickly leaped to his feet, only to meet Madara standing in front of him, scarlet eyes staring into his black ones. He had fallen under a genjutsu, and stood frozen, defeated before the Uchiha.
Madara began going through the motions. First a cocky grin stretched across his face, then he folded his arms nonchalantly, though still looking as dangerous as ever. Up next was snide comments: “Tobirama, you are no mat--”
Suddenly, the large tub immobilized before him, disappeared in a puff of smoke. Madara failed to hide his shock in that moment . The man reappeared, in a coffin, before Tobirama, whose hands were clapped; the hand seal that called forth his Edo Tensei. Tobirama promptly released his weapon from Madara's genjutsu.
“You were saying?” asked Tobirama, managing the words through a chuckle. Madara was enraged, his eyes stared daggers at the silver-haired Senju. The flame-like embers of Susanoo shrouded him, stirring his bushy mane of hair into a wild dance behind him. The legendary Eternal Managekyo Sharingan shone with fury, and Madara was emanating from hatred from his very being.
Tobirama looked anxious. Red eyes narrowed slightly at Madara, as he levelled the Uchiha with a cautious gaze. “I must be careful.” he bemused, as right hand found left and both united into a hand seal.
Manji and Saigo darted towards Madara, who was utterly unfazed by the incoming opposition. The Uchiha leader stood ramrod straight, Susanoo flaring dangerously about him like wild fire . Only the ribs of the ethereal being had been conjured and they were suspended around Madara, providing a defense of extreme potency.
A searing blaze of white shot at Madara, launching towards the Uchiha from Saigo's fingertips. The flame embraced Susanoo, the immaterial Mangekyo technique now wearing muscle over its massive bones.
The noise was deafening, as the flames pitted their tremendous heat against Susanoo's defensive ability. Susanoo's muscular exterior was soon devoured by the white inferno, and its bones were already cracking soundly. Were it a living entity, it might have screamed in agony.
“Saigo's flames are said to reach near the temperature of lightning. Compared to Amaterasu, it has less heat. However, the method of delivery; a non-stop high-intensity expulsion of massive flames, will allow it to burn far quicker than Amaterasu ever could. The black flame Amaterasu hits its target in an instant, yet burns them slowly. But the white flames of Synergy reaches the target with immense speed and consumes it equally as quickly. There is no doubt; to cause this much damage to Susanoo so quickly...” Tobirama mused, a smile stretching across his face. “...it is even more effective than those black flames.”
Saigo poured in more chakra to his fingers, which magnified the Synerygy flames greatly. Manji had halted beside the Uchiha, looking blanky at the heavily assaulted etheral being in which Madara had taken refuge. Susanoo was utterly encompassed in a blaze of white. A cacophony of cracking filled the air, echoing in congruity with the roar of the white inferno; Susanoo's bones were shattering, yet Madara face only registered utter indifference.
The Uchiha's yes still dimmed as usual, looking detached. Perspiration had however, broken out on his forehead, and beads of sweat trailed down his hardened face, due to the heat of the inferno that surrounded him. His hands intertwined across his chest, Uchiha Madara stood as his defense crumbled in the face of Saigo's blaze. “How foolish Tobirama. Why would I lose to the remains of Saigo, former leader of the Uchiha, when I killed him myself.” thought Madara. His eyes widened, a bestial look in both of them. “I'll show you the true power of Uchiha.”
To Be Continued.
