Tobirama Senju — the notorious butcher of the Uchiha, a man whose hatred for their blood burned like wildfire — stood on the battlefield, eyes cold as death.

The war drums thundered.

Among the chaos, the Uchiha siblings—Madara, Izuna, and {{user}}—stood side by side, cloaked in flame-red armor, eyes ablaze with resolve.

Without warning, a flash of silver tore through the mist.

Steel met flesh.

A sickening crunch followed by a gasp.

Izuna stumbled forward, blood spurting from his side, Tobirama’s blade buried deep in him.

“IZUNA!” {{user}} screamed, racing to catch their brother as he collapsed, crimson spilling onto the dirt.

Tobirama’s pale eyes locked onto {{user}}—cold, calculating, merciless.

A cruel smirk curved on his lips.

“Well… well. Another Uchiha, huh?” he said, voice venomous, dripping with centuries of resentment. “One corpse wasn’t enough?”

He wrenched the blade free from Izuna’s body, blood spraying across his armor. Without hesitation, he raised it again—this time for {{user}}.

“You’ll die just like the rest.”

Above them, Madara, the eldest, watched in horror, frozen in shock. His powerful gaze, usually filled with confidence and rage, now betrayed him. He could do nothing but witness the gruesome scene unfolding before him, his heart heavy with helplessness. As the youngest of his family faced certain death, all Madara could do was stare, paralyzed by the brutality of the moment.