Espadara Uchiha
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Madara stood silently, staring out of his window with a blank look on his face. His mind was racing through memories of the times he had spent with Hitomi, laughing as if there was no Great War going on, as if they were just a couple in love and the world couldn't change that no matter what...
But Madara had been a fool. He had lost track of the code the Uchiha live by, that Power is the key to Peace. He had been dreaming that maybe the Senju were correct, that Love was the key to Peace, and that he and Hitomi could live together, basking in their love like fools. She had paid the ultimate price for his failure, but with her death a power had awaken inside him, a power that rivaled that than any Senju. Even that bastard, Hashirama.
Madara gently rubbed a gloved hand across his closed eyes, remembering the power he had felt coursing through them just the week before. Black flames that burned for days, a genjutsu world created with merely a glance...and the strongest of the Mangekyo Sharingan's techniques, the armor and sword, Susano'o.
The Uchiha patriarch began chuckling softly to himself, before laughing out loud, a laugh crying of instability, desperate for anything to keep his mind 'sane'. His laughter filled the room, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his head as sobs began breaking through, until he was just sitting against the wall, letting his tears of things that could have been fall from the eyes that had cost him so much.
He didn't know how long he stayed there, letting his tears soak down his face, but he eventually stopped crying. He rubbed his eyes fiercely, rubbed them raw, dropping his hands to his sides in defeat after a few minutes, standing back up with the wall as support. He looked out over the Uchiha compound, his eyes taking over all the children running, playing games like 'Hide and seek' or 'kill the Senju'. He felt his lips curl up in a small smile, but he forced it back into a casual frown. He couldn't let this happen. He would see to it that every Uchiha under his protection would gain the power necessary to protect those important to them, to safeguard the bonds they would make.
That was the Law of the Uchiha. Power is the key to Peace. Bonds are the key to Power. It was shown in their Mangekyo...The loss of bonds was what activated it, Hatred born to protect Love, and Madara knew this...better than anyone.
***
Izuna gripped the kunai in his thigh, and wrenched it out. He slowed his breathing, and began using every illusion spell he knew to hide his location. He had to get back to the Compound, to warn his brother of the Senju's recent attack. He had been paying a visit to a small Uchiha Hideout, seeing how their defenses were. Madara had ordered a full analysis on each Uchiha hideout's defenses, and had deployed squads in all directions. Izuna was leading a small squad of about five or so Uchiha, and everything was going perfectly fine, until massive water pillars shot into the compound.
Leading the charge was the younger Senju, Tobirama, water magic swirling around him as he slaughtered Uchiha with a mixture of high level spells and swordsmanship. Izuna growled at the sight, memories of the Eastern Compound filling his mind, children slaughtered, his sister bleeding on the ground. Izuna had fought Tobirama, and had forced the Senju to back away from the hideout with the might of his Susano'o. The two rivals had fought with everything they had, and Izuna held the advantage with his new eyes until Senju reinforcements flooded from all directions. His Susano'o slayed nearly a hundred Senju, before Tobirama used a spell that cast hundreds of water dragons, which broke through the Susano'o's ultimate defense.
Izuna had been forced to flee, suffering several wounds that he couldn't dodge in time. He began dressing the wounds with some bandages, listening to the sounds of the night to determine if the Senju had fled yet. All he could hear was fires burning, and the screams of children filling the air.
"So you thought to hide here?" A voice said dully, and Izuna turned, sword in hand, to glare at the newcomer. His narrowed in hatred as he recognized Tobirama. Tobirama withdrew his sword, and tilted his head, as if Izuna was just a rather interesting leaf he had found on the ground. "You're probably wondering how I saw through your illusions. I'm quite capable at Sense spells, you see. Judging by the fact you relied on illusions, I suppose that armor of yours is too broken to be of use?"
Izuna swore in his mind, as he realized Tobirama was correct. While he could fix Susano'o, it would take more magic than he was willing to spare. The incomplete Susano'o he could summon, however, was too weak to sustain most of Tobirama's attacks, Not for the first time, Izuna swore the Senju's great vitality, as Tobirama didn't appear exhausted at all. Izuna held his sword in a ready position, Glaring slightly as Tobirama frowned and shook his head.
"I'm sorry," Tobirama said softly, preparing his sword, "But my brother told me not to waste time here. I would love to indulge you in a bit of fighting, but my brothers word is law, you could say." Tobirama held his sword so that the blade could be seen in the faint moonlight, and a small bit of writing was on the base of the blade. "This is an invention of mine, created with the help of the Uzumaki. Lightning Magic:Seal Technique:Leaping Thunder God." Izuna's Mangekyo, excelling in determining instinct and intent in battle, could barely detect as Tobirama shot forward in a lightning speed, the seal on his sword flashing once. The next thing Izuna knew was a roaring pain in his chest, sliding through his shoulder, than nothing.
***
Madara walked briskly through the compound, nodding politely to all of the Uchiha walking the early morning. He was going to the gate to welcome Izuna back from his mission, but what he really wanted was to see if Izuna was alright. Izuna often unintentionally gave mercy to his opponents, never realizing it. While Madara crushed his opponents in the most brutal way possible, Izuna always did what was necessary instead.
Madara reached the gate, exchanging a few words with the Uchiha on duty. A few minutes passed before figures could be seen approaching on the horizon. Madara emerged from the gate, noticing that Izuna's face was not among them. He looked on in horror as he realized what must have happened, and walked quickly to the four Uchiha who were still alive. He saw they were carrying with them white sheets with the Uchiha crest on them, bodies hidden within. One of the living Uchiha spoke to Madara, his voice low. "The Senju attacked...Tobirama was leading them, he killed Izuna...I'm sorry, Madara-sama." Madara tuned the Uchiha out as he looked at the dead body of his brother, feeling nothing but emptiness inside him.
Izuna was as pale as he was in life, his armor ripped to shreds, a massive gash coming from his chest to his shoulder. Blood still trailed down his face from his eyes. Madara gently opened Izuna's eyes, the Mangekyo Sharingan still active. Madara carefully removed Izuna's Mangekyo, and began speaking in hushed tones. "Do you remember, when we were children, Izuna? We swore we would find a peaceful world...that we would gaze upon it together. I remember that promise, and I will uphold it...I will take your eyes, and together we shall see the road to peace." Madara looked at one of the Uchiha, and said, "Prepare the medical room. I want them ready to perform an eye transplant. And you," he said, pointing to another Uchiha. "Get all of our scouts...locate Hashirama Senju."
The Uchiha ran off to complete the tasks they were given, and Madara softly closed Izuna's eyes, before setting him on fire using Amaterasu. As the black flames consumed Izuna's body, Madara turned around and walked off, his Mangekyo spinning wildly. It was time to get his revenge.
***
Madara woke in his room two months later, removing the blindfold from his face. His doctors had told him the transplant was a success, but he was forced to rest his eyes until they properly settled in. The Uchiha patriarch stood from his bed, looking in the mirror he kept in the corner of the room as his Mangekyo Sharingan flared to life. Madara felt a smile, as he saw that his eyes were now a mix of his and Izuna's. Every other time he had activated his Mangekyo, he had felt a small stinging sensation, but with Izuna's eyes that sensation was gone. Madara could only conclude it was Izuna watching over him.
He stepped away from the mirror, dressing in his battle armor and strapping his Gunbai to his back. Instead of his kama, however, he used Izuna's. He grabbed a small bag, full of Hitomi's supplies, and stared wistfully at it until placing it over his shoulder. Madara looked across his room one last time, knowing full well that this may be the last time he had to do so. He closed the door behind him and began walking throughout the compound, as every Uchiha watched him go with awe in their eyes. Madara had received news of Hashirama's location the night before, and had declared he would finish the Senju head once and for all.
Madara walked out of the gates, continuing down the trail until he reached the base of the Uchiha clans Kami No Ude, and withdrew Hitomi's supplies. Laying down a soft blanket, and lighting the candles with a small fire spell, Madara put himself within the lotus meditative position and began breathing slowly. He could feel his magic mixing with the energy the Kami No Ude was releasing, and allowed it to do so, slowly drawing himself in.
Madara opened his eyes, seeing himself in a room that seemed to have no limits. He could not tell where the ground was, as everything was the same shimmering, rainbow like colors. A man was standing in front of him, his silver cloak trailing to the floor. His silver hair was neck length, and his eyes were that of the Rinnegan. A black staff was held in his right hand, and six red Magatama's were hanging on a necklace around his neck. Just by looking at him, Madara was in awe of his power. A power that exceeded even his and Izuna's...maybe even his and Hashirama.
"Hello...Madara Uchiha." The man said softly, keeping a firm gaze on him. "I am Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki...The Sage of the Six Paths." Shock ran over Madara's face, but Hagoromo continued on. "I am here to explain to you the meaning of the world. The truth behind Natural Energy. The truth of Chakra."
Madara's eyes were wide as Hagoromo explained the secrets of chakra to him, the secrets of the Juubi, that the Kami No Ude's were, in fact, branches stemming from the Shinju, buried deep in the Earth. Madara stayed silent, absorbing all of this information, before he finally asked a question. "Why? Why would you explain this all to me?"
Hagoromo looked at him, and spoke. "Your wife, Hitomi, was the sole believer in the Shinju. You are destined for great things, and Hitomi placed her faith in you, therefore we place our faith in you. You have the blessing of the Shinju in your battle...however...you can never truly return to the Uchiha clan ever again."
"What?! But they need me, Rikudo!"
"The Senju Clan will call for your execution for killing their clan head. Should the Uchiha not comply, the fighting will reach a level never seen before. The wars will escalate, until both Uchiha and Senju are extinct. No matter how hard you fight...you will fail. You are needed elsewhere, anyhow. Soon, my soul will split from the Shinju, and I will finally be reborn. I require you to train my next form...he will be the one to bring peace to the world."
Madara stared at the ground, before finally nodding. "Fine. I'll do it, Hagoromo." Hagoromo smiled, and a flash of white light filled Madara's vision. Madara opened his eyes in the real world, feeling an aura unlike any other flowing from his body. Clutching his fists, Madara rose, and placed a palm on the base of the Kami No Ude. "I will avenge you, Hitomi, Izuna...this I swear, on the Shinju itself!"
***
Hashirama stepped into a clearing on the way to the Senju compound, looking around cautiously before jumping out of the way of hundreds of shuriken thrown by a massive wind. Madara shot from the trees, and shot his Kama at Hashirama. Hashirama slammed his hands together, then blocked the kama with an arm made out of tree branches. The tree branches wrapped around the chain, pulling Madara towards them, but Madara disconnected the chain connecting the Kama to the Gunbai. As the chain shot towards Hashirama, explosive notes hidden in the chains exploded as they reached him.
Hashirama rubbed a glowing green hand over his injured arm, as the remaining pieces of chains fell to the ground. Hashirama yelled, his voice echoing in the clearing. "Really, Uchiha? You think you can face me?" Hashirama placed his palms together, then performed hand signs. "Mokuton:Spell:Forest Destruction." Tree roots began growing at massive speeds, shooting up into the sky as Madara jumped from branch to branch, each one trying to kill him. One branch got through his guard, but Madara suddenly disappeared in a cloud of smoke, much to Hashirama's confusement. A log appeared in his place, before the explosive note on it cast an explosion destroying several of the trees.
"Over here!" Madara yelled, as Hashirama turned only to be punched in the face with a chakra infused punch. Hashirama was shot across the clearing, eventually regaining his bearings and slamming his fists into the ground, slowing him down. Hashirama wiped the blood from his mouth, slamming his palms together with much more force than necessary. Before he could perform the handseals, however, Madara shot forward swinging his Gunbai like a mad man, launching wind blasts everywhere. Hashirama aborted his spell and jumped onto a tree, darting back and forth between the branches that were shredded by the intense wind.
Madara raced through handseals. "Fire Style: Great Fire Annihilation!" A blast of flames caught onto the wind, increasing their destructive power, burning the trees. Madara was now laughing, a crazed look on his face. Soon Hitomi would be avenged...
"Mokuton:Spell:Kami Ultimate Spear!" Madara's Mangekyo caught sight of the fast wooden spear, and black flames shot out and turned the spear to ash. Madara grinned to himself. 'The destructive power of my Sharingan, combined with Izuna's ability of detecting attacks...incredible.'
Hashirama cursed as his ultimate attack was destroyed by the black flames. Hashirama knew for a fact that Madara was not this strong before. The death of the Uchiha ***** proved that much. Hashirama began channeling all of his magic in one of his ultimate attacks. "Mokuton:Summoning:Wood Human Technique!" A wooden statue rose from the ground, dwarfing all of the trees. It had the face of an Oni and a wooden dragon draped across his neck. Madara looked at the statue, and frowned as blue aura began surrounding him.
The aura soon formed into a colossal samurai-like warrior, covered in armor. This was Madara's Perfect Susano'o form. The Susano'o began slashing the Wood Human statue with a speed unexpected from one so large, and shattered it with a massive swing of its sword. Hashirama glared at Madara, than slammed his palms together. "Secret Art:Mokuton:Summoning:True Several Thousand Hands!" A colossal Buddha statue, surrounded by hundreds of hands, emerged from the ground with Hashirama on top.
The statue was nearly twice as big as Madara's Susano'o, and began attacking with all one thousand of its hands. Madara was pushed back by the fierce blows, feeling his concentration on the Susano'o fading as cracks began appearing. The Uchiha opened his eyes, and saw with the Mangekyo's advanced vision the sight of Hashirama glaring smugly at him, as yet more fists went to break through Madara's ultimate defense. Madara felt white hot rage course through him, the sight of that bastard acting so smug caused something within him to snap.
As the next rain of blows went down, black flames shot all over the Susano'o's armor, burning the fists that made contact with it. Susano'o began slicing the statues arms off, black flames shooting up the arms that were sliced. Hashirama could feel his control over the statue slipping, and shot forward with one last blow. "Mokuton:Spell:Top Transformed Buddha!" All of the Buddha's hands began striking the same spot on the Susano'o, cracking through it. Eventually one fist broke through the Susano'o itself, and the Susano'o exploded, shooting black Amaterasu flames everywhere, injuring both Madara and Hashirama.
As the two Clan leaders fell towards the ground, surrounded by flaming chunks of wood, Madara swung his gunbai at one that was particularly close to him, shooting it straight towards Hashirama as his Gunbai shattered from the impact with Amaterasu covered wood. Hashirama swung a magic infused fist, destroying the debris and suffering only a minor burn, sending a smug grin at Madara while preparing a spell, only to realize that Madara wasn't there...
Madara shot a blast of Amaterasu flames at Hashirama's back, just as Hashirama turned around to launch his spell. As the black flames began burning Hashirama, his control over his magic went haywire, shooting magic at both opponents sending them straight towards the ground.
Madara clutched his head as he stood up, his Gunbai burning to his side. He looked around the clearing until he came up to Hashirama's body, still burning with some black flames. Madara smirked in the face of his greatest enemy, and withdrew a kunai, pricking Hashirama's arm and placing the blood within a small vial. Madara grinned at Hashirama's lifeless body, before completely destroying the body with Amaterasu.
Madara began walking off, collapsing on the ground a short while later, unconscious.
***
When Madara finally managed to return to the Uchiha compound, it had been nearly a month. The Uchiha had believed he had been killed, and had held a memorial for him launching more attacks on the Senju. When Madara entered it was to the sight of hundreds of teary eyed Uchiha, all hugging him and thanking him for saving their lives, before finally treating the wounds he had suffered against Hashirama.
When some Uchiha spoke about rubbing Madara's victory into the Senju's faces, Madara spoke up. "No..let them believe me and Hashirama killed each other. If they learn I am still alive, they will do everything in their power to kill me...and the rest of you. Better they believe me dead, than kill those I swore to protect." Madara stood, collected his repaired Gunbai and supplies, and looked at a disbelieving Uchiha Clan. "I must leave in order to protect you all. Please...Forgive me." The Uchiha looked at Madara, before cheering and crying wildly.
Madara continued walking down the dirt path, approaching the end of the Senju-Uchiha territory and beginning of the desert. He stopped and tensed, as he turned his head to see a familiar crop of white hair.
"And here everyone thought you were dead, Uchiha." Tobirama stated, one eyebrow raised slightly. Madara withdrew his Gunbai, but Tobirama held his hands up. "I'm not here for revenge. Way I see it, we're even. Hashi killed your wife. I killed your brother. You killed Hashi, and now I am left without a brother. We feel each other's pain."
"Shut up! You know nothing about my pain, Senju!" Madara screamed, his chakra flowing in anger.
"Calm yourself, Uchiha. I am not here to fight you. I wanted to thank you. Hashirama used to be a kind man...but the constant war made him something far worse. Had he survived, he would have driven us further from peace..."
Madara's eyes slightly widened, as he heard what Tobirama said. "I see...what will you do with the Senju?"
Tobirama looked towards the sky, and smiled. "I will see if I can lessen tensions between our clans. I must warn you now, that if you are ever sighted by the Senju, war will break out. So go, I will keep your survival quiet." Tobirama turned and walked back towards the Senju territories, and Madara had to resist the urge to throw a kunai through his skull. Madara simply nodded, and continued walking towards the desert.
It was time to find a Sage.
Done. Tell me what you think!
But Madara had been a fool. He had lost track of the code the Uchiha live by, that Power is the key to Peace. He had been dreaming that maybe the Senju were correct, that Love was the key to Peace, and that he and Hitomi could live together, basking in their love like fools. She had paid the ultimate price for his failure, but with her death a power had awaken inside him, a power that rivaled that than any Senju. Even that bastard, Hashirama.
Madara gently rubbed a gloved hand across his closed eyes, remembering the power he had felt coursing through them just the week before. Black flames that burned for days, a genjutsu world created with merely a glance...and the strongest of the Mangekyo Sharingan's techniques, the armor and sword, Susano'o.
The Uchiha patriarch began chuckling softly to himself, before laughing out loud, a laugh crying of instability, desperate for anything to keep his mind 'sane'. His laughter filled the room, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his head as sobs began breaking through, until he was just sitting against the wall, letting his tears of things that could have been fall from the eyes that had cost him so much.
He didn't know how long he stayed there, letting his tears soak down his face, but he eventually stopped crying. He rubbed his eyes fiercely, rubbed them raw, dropping his hands to his sides in defeat after a few minutes, standing back up with the wall as support. He looked out over the Uchiha compound, his eyes taking over all the children running, playing games like 'Hide and seek' or 'kill the Senju'. He felt his lips curl up in a small smile, but he forced it back into a casual frown. He couldn't let this happen. He would see to it that every Uchiha under his protection would gain the power necessary to protect those important to them, to safeguard the bonds they would make.
That was the Law of the Uchiha. Power is the key to Peace. Bonds are the key to Power. It was shown in their Mangekyo...The loss of bonds was what activated it, Hatred born to protect Love, and Madara knew this...better than anyone.
***
Izuna gripped the kunai in his thigh, and wrenched it out. He slowed his breathing, and began using every illusion spell he knew to hide his location. He had to get back to the Compound, to warn his brother of the Senju's recent attack. He had been paying a visit to a small Uchiha Hideout, seeing how their defenses were. Madara had ordered a full analysis on each Uchiha hideout's defenses, and had deployed squads in all directions. Izuna was leading a small squad of about five or so Uchiha, and everything was going perfectly fine, until massive water pillars shot into the compound.
Leading the charge was the younger Senju, Tobirama, water magic swirling around him as he slaughtered Uchiha with a mixture of high level spells and swordsmanship. Izuna growled at the sight, memories of the Eastern Compound filling his mind, children slaughtered, his sister bleeding on the ground. Izuna had fought Tobirama, and had forced the Senju to back away from the hideout with the might of his Susano'o. The two rivals had fought with everything they had, and Izuna held the advantage with his new eyes until Senju reinforcements flooded from all directions. His Susano'o slayed nearly a hundred Senju, before Tobirama used a spell that cast hundreds of water dragons, which broke through the Susano'o's ultimate defense.
Izuna had been forced to flee, suffering several wounds that he couldn't dodge in time. He began dressing the wounds with some bandages, listening to the sounds of the night to determine if the Senju had fled yet. All he could hear was fires burning, and the screams of children filling the air.
"So you thought to hide here?" A voice said dully, and Izuna turned, sword in hand, to glare at the newcomer. His narrowed in hatred as he recognized Tobirama. Tobirama withdrew his sword, and tilted his head, as if Izuna was just a rather interesting leaf he had found on the ground. "You're probably wondering how I saw through your illusions. I'm quite capable at Sense spells, you see. Judging by the fact you relied on illusions, I suppose that armor of yours is too broken to be of use?"
Izuna swore in his mind, as he realized Tobirama was correct. While he could fix Susano'o, it would take more magic than he was willing to spare. The incomplete Susano'o he could summon, however, was too weak to sustain most of Tobirama's attacks, Not for the first time, Izuna swore the Senju's great vitality, as Tobirama didn't appear exhausted at all. Izuna held his sword in a ready position, Glaring slightly as Tobirama frowned and shook his head.
"I'm sorry," Tobirama said softly, preparing his sword, "But my brother told me not to waste time here. I would love to indulge you in a bit of fighting, but my brothers word is law, you could say." Tobirama held his sword so that the blade could be seen in the faint moonlight, and a small bit of writing was on the base of the blade. "This is an invention of mine, created with the help of the Uzumaki. Lightning Magic:Seal Technique:Leaping Thunder God." Izuna's Mangekyo, excelling in determining instinct and intent in battle, could barely detect as Tobirama shot forward in a lightning speed, the seal on his sword flashing once. The next thing Izuna knew was a roaring pain in his chest, sliding through his shoulder, than nothing.
***
Madara walked briskly through the compound, nodding politely to all of the Uchiha walking the early morning. He was going to the gate to welcome Izuna back from his mission, but what he really wanted was to see if Izuna was alright. Izuna often unintentionally gave mercy to his opponents, never realizing it. While Madara crushed his opponents in the most brutal way possible, Izuna always did what was necessary instead.
Madara reached the gate, exchanging a few words with the Uchiha on duty. A few minutes passed before figures could be seen approaching on the horizon. Madara emerged from the gate, noticing that Izuna's face was not among them. He looked on in horror as he realized what must have happened, and walked quickly to the four Uchiha who were still alive. He saw they were carrying with them white sheets with the Uchiha crest on them, bodies hidden within. One of the living Uchiha spoke to Madara, his voice low. "The Senju attacked...Tobirama was leading them, he killed Izuna...I'm sorry, Madara-sama." Madara tuned the Uchiha out as he looked at the dead body of his brother, feeling nothing but emptiness inside him.
Izuna was as pale as he was in life, his armor ripped to shreds, a massive gash coming from his chest to his shoulder. Blood still trailed down his face from his eyes. Madara gently opened Izuna's eyes, the Mangekyo Sharingan still active. Madara carefully removed Izuna's Mangekyo, and began speaking in hushed tones. "Do you remember, when we were children, Izuna? We swore we would find a peaceful world...that we would gaze upon it together. I remember that promise, and I will uphold it...I will take your eyes, and together we shall see the road to peace." Madara looked at one of the Uchiha, and said, "Prepare the medical room. I want them ready to perform an eye transplant. And you," he said, pointing to another Uchiha. "Get all of our scouts...locate Hashirama Senju."
The Uchiha ran off to complete the tasks they were given, and Madara softly closed Izuna's eyes, before setting him on fire using Amaterasu. As the black flames consumed Izuna's body, Madara turned around and walked off, his Mangekyo spinning wildly. It was time to get his revenge.
***
Madara woke in his room two months later, removing the blindfold from his face. His doctors had told him the transplant was a success, but he was forced to rest his eyes until they properly settled in. The Uchiha patriarch stood from his bed, looking in the mirror he kept in the corner of the room as his Mangekyo Sharingan flared to life. Madara felt a smile, as he saw that his eyes were now a mix of his and Izuna's. Every other time he had activated his Mangekyo, he had felt a small stinging sensation, but with Izuna's eyes that sensation was gone. Madara could only conclude it was Izuna watching over him.
He stepped away from the mirror, dressing in his battle armor and strapping his Gunbai to his back. Instead of his kama, however, he used Izuna's. He grabbed a small bag, full of Hitomi's supplies, and stared wistfully at it until placing it over his shoulder. Madara looked across his room one last time, knowing full well that this may be the last time he had to do so. He closed the door behind him and began walking throughout the compound, as every Uchiha watched him go with awe in their eyes. Madara had received news of Hashirama's location the night before, and had declared he would finish the Senju head once and for all.
Madara walked out of the gates, continuing down the trail until he reached the base of the Uchiha clans Kami No Ude, and withdrew Hitomi's supplies. Laying down a soft blanket, and lighting the candles with a small fire spell, Madara put himself within the lotus meditative position and began breathing slowly. He could feel his magic mixing with the energy the Kami No Ude was releasing, and allowed it to do so, slowly drawing himself in.
Madara opened his eyes, seeing himself in a room that seemed to have no limits. He could not tell where the ground was, as everything was the same shimmering, rainbow like colors. A man was standing in front of him, his silver cloak trailing to the floor. His silver hair was neck length, and his eyes were that of the Rinnegan. A black staff was held in his right hand, and six red Magatama's were hanging on a necklace around his neck. Just by looking at him, Madara was in awe of his power. A power that exceeded even his and Izuna's...maybe even his and Hashirama.
"Hello...Madara Uchiha." The man said softly, keeping a firm gaze on him. "I am Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki...The Sage of the Six Paths." Shock ran over Madara's face, but Hagoromo continued on. "I am here to explain to you the meaning of the world. The truth behind Natural Energy. The truth of Chakra."
Madara's eyes were wide as Hagoromo explained the secrets of chakra to him, the secrets of the Juubi, that the Kami No Ude's were, in fact, branches stemming from the Shinju, buried deep in the Earth. Madara stayed silent, absorbing all of this information, before he finally asked a question. "Why? Why would you explain this all to me?"
Hagoromo looked at him, and spoke. "Your wife, Hitomi, was the sole believer in the Shinju. You are destined for great things, and Hitomi placed her faith in you, therefore we place our faith in you. You have the blessing of the Shinju in your battle...however...you can never truly return to the Uchiha clan ever again."
"What?! But they need me, Rikudo!"
"The Senju Clan will call for your execution for killing their clan head. Should the Uchiha not comply, the fighting will reach a level never seen before. The wars will escalate, until both Uchiha and Senju are extinct. No matter how hard you fight...you will fail. You are needed elsewhere, anyhow. Soon, my soul will split from the Shinju, and I will finally be reborn. I require you to train my next form...he will be the one to bring peace to the world."
Madara stared at the ground, before finally nodding. "Fine. I'll do it, Hagoromo." Hagoromo smiled, and a flash of white light filled Madara's vision. Madara opened his eyes in the real world, feeling an aura unlike any other flowing from his body. Clutching his fists, Madara rose, and placed a palm on the base of the Kami No Ude. "I will avenge you, Hitomi, Izuna...this I swear, on the Shinju itself!"
***
Hashirama stepped into a clearing on the way to the Senju compound, looking around cautiously before jumping out of the way of hundreds of shuriken thrown by a massive wind. Madara shot from the trees, and shot his Kama at Hashirama. Hashirama slammed his hands together, then blocked the kama with an arm made out of tree branches. The tree branches wrapped around the chain, pulling Madara towards them, but Madara disconnected the chain connecting the Kama to the Gunbai. As the chain shot towards Hashirama, explosive notes hidden in the chains exploded as they reached him.
Hashirama rubbed a glowing green hand over his injured arm, as the remaining pieces of chains fell to the ground. Hashirama yelled, his voice echoing in the clearing. "Really, Uchiha? You think you can face me?" Hashirama placed his palms together, then performed hand signs. "Mokuton:Spell:Forest Destruction." Tree roots began growing at massive speeds, shooting up into the sky as Madara jumped from branch to branch, each one trying to kill him. One branch got through his guard, but Madara suddenly disappeared in a cloud of smoke, much to Hashirama's confusement. A log appeared in his place, before the explosive note on it cast an explosion destroying several of the trees.
"Over here!" Madara yelled, as Hashirama turned only to be punched in the face with a chakra infused punch. Hashirama was shot across the clearing, eventually regaining his bearings and slamming his fists into the ground, slowing him down. Hashirama wiped the blood from his mouth, slamming his palms together with much more force than necessary. Before he could perform the handseals, however, Madara shot forward swinging his Gunbai like a mad man, launching wind blasts everywhere. Hashirama aborted his spell and jumped onto a tree, darting back and forth between the branches that were shredded by the intense wind.
Madara raced through handseals. "Fire Style: Great Fire Annihilation!" A blast of flames caught onto the wind, increasing their destructive power, burning the trees. Madara was now laughing, a crazed look on his face. Soon Hitomi would be avenged...
"Mokuton:Spell:Kami Ultimate Spear!" Madara's Mangekyo caught sight of the fast wooden spear, and black flames shot out and turned the spear to ash. Madara grinned to himself. 'The destructive power of my Sharingan, combined with Izuna's ability of detecting attacks...incredible.'
Hashirama cursed as his ultimate attack was destroyed by the black flames. Hashirama knew for a fact that Madara was not this strong before. The death of the Uchiha ***** proved that much. Hashirama began channeling all of his magic in one of his ultimate attacks. "Mokuton:Summoning:Wood Human Technique!" A wooden statue rose from the ground, dwarfing all of the trees. It had the face of an Oni and a wooden dragon draped across his neck. Madara looked at the statue, and frowned as blue aura began surrounding him.
The aura soon formed into a colossal samurai-like warrior, covered in armor. This was Madara's Perfect Susano'o form. The Susano'o began slashing the Wood Human statue with a speed unexpected from one so large, and shattered it with a massive swing of its sword. Hashirama glared at Madara, than slammed his palms together. "Secret Art:Mokuton:Summoning:True Several Thousand Hands!" A colossal Buddha statue, surrounded by hundreds of hands, emerged from the ground with Hashirama on top.
The statue was nearly twice as big as Madara's Susano'o, and began attacking with all one thousand of its hands. Madara was pushed back by the fierce blows, feeling his concentration on the Susano'o fading as cracks began appearing. The Uchiha opened his eyes, and saw with the Mangekyo's advanced vision the sight of Hashirama glaring smugly at him, as yet more fists went to break through Madara's ultimate defense. Madara felt white hot rage course through him, the sight of that bastard acting so smug caused something within him to snap.
As the next rain of blows went down, black flames shot all over the Susano'o's armor, burning the fists that made contact with it. Susano'o began slicing the statues arms off, black flames shooting up the arms that were sliced. Hashirama could feel his control over the statue slipping, and shot forward with one last blow. "Mokuton:Spell:Top Transformed Buddha!" All of the Buddha's hands began striking the same spot on the Susano'o, cracking through it. Eventually one fist broke through the Susano'o itself, and the Susano'o exploded, shooting black Amaterasu flames everywhere, injuring both Madara and Hashirama.
As the two Clan leaders fell towards the ground, surrounded by flaming chunks of wood, Madara swung his gunbai at one that was particularly close to him, shooting it straight towards Hashirama as his Gunbai shattered from the impact with Amaterasu covered wood. Hashirama swung a magic infused fist, destroying the debris and suffering only a minor burn, sending a smug grin at Madara while preparing a spell, only to realize that Madara wasn't there...
Madara shot a blast of Amaterasu flames at Hashirama's back, just as Hashirama turned around to launch his spell. As the black flames began burning Hashirama, his control over his magic went haywire, shooting magic at both opponents sending them straight towards the ground.
Madara clutched his head as he stood up, his Gunbai burning to his side. He looked around the clearing until he came up to Hashirama's body, still burning with some black flames. Madara smirked in the face of his greatest enemy, and withdrew a kunai, pricking Hashirama's arm and placing the blood within a small vial. Madara grinned at Hashirama's lifeless body, before completely destroying the body with Amaterasu.
Madara began walking off, collapsing on the ground a short while later, unconscious.
***
When Madara finally managed to return to the Uchiha compound, it had been nearly a month. The Uchiha had believed he had been killed, and had held a memorial for him launching more attacks on the Senju. When Madara entered it was to the sight of hundreds of teary eyed Uchiha, all hugging him and thanking him for saving their lives, before finally treating the wounds he had suffered against Hashirama.
When some Uchiha spoke about rubbing Madara's victory into the Senju's faces, Madara spoke up. "No..let them believe me and Hashirama killed each other. If they learn I am still alive, they will do everything in their power to kill me...and the rest of you. Better they believe me dead, than kill those I swore to protect." Madara stood, collected his repaired Gunbai and supplies, and looked at a disbelieving Uchiha Clan. "I must leave in order to protect you all. Please...Forgive me." The Uchiha looked at Madara, before cheering and crying wildly.
Madara continued walking down the dirt path, approaching the end of the Senju-Uchiha territory and beginning of the desert. He stopped and tensed, as he turned his head to see a familiar crop of white hair.
"And here everyone thought you were dead, Uchiha." Tobirama stated, one eyebrow raised slightly. Madara withdrew his Gunbai, but Tobirama held his hands up. "I'm not here for revenge. Way I see it, we're even. Hashi killed your wife. I killed your brother. You killed Hashi, and now I am left without a brother. We feel each other's pain."
"Shut up! You know nothing about my pain, Senju!" Madara screamed, his chakra flowing in anger.
"Calm yourself, Uchiha. I am not here to fight you. I wanted to thank you. Hashirama used to be a kind man...but the constant war made him something far worse. Had he survived, he would have driven us further from peace..."
Madara's eyes slightly widened, as he heard what Tobirama said. "I see...what will you do with the Senju?"
Tobirama looked towards the sky, and smiled. "I will see if I can lessen tensions between our clans. I must warn you now, that if you are ever sighted by the Senju, war will break out. So go, I will keep your survival quiet." Tobirama turned and walked back towards the Senju territories, and Madara had to resist the urge to throw a kunai through his skull. Madara simply nodded, and continued walking towards the desert.
It was time to find a Sage.
Done. Tell me what you think!