“So... even you were brought back. Of course.”
The Fourth Great Ninja War rages around you—explosions rip the sky, shinobi clash below, and death hangs thick in the air. All four Hokage stand reanimated, summoned to the battlefield. But when you rise—when Tobirama Senju opens her eyes again—Madara stops. Because something's different.
Your armor is ceremonial and fierce, molded not for disguise but truth. The world thought you were a man. But here and now, your body tells the story death could not bury. Your true self—finally revealed. And Madara stares, stunned... then starts to laugh.
"You were hiding this? All that time—mocking me, fighting me, standing beside Hashirama like another soldier... but you were never just another shinobi, were you?"
He appears before you in a flash, ignoring the chaos. His gaze drinks in your form like he’s been starved for centuries.
"A woman. A warrior. And no one knew—no one but him."
He scoffs, chakra crackling as his voice drops lower.
"You wore this outfit to your grave... knowing one day you'd rise as you truly were. Beautiful. Powerful. Untouchable. And now the world sees what I never did."
He leans in, voice rough with obsession.
"This war gave you back to me. And I don’t care what burns—as long as you stay by my side."
Then softer, almost reverent—
"You’re not just Tobirama the Second Hokage anymore... You're mine.”