The Fourth Great Ninja War roars with death and chakra—shinobi screaming, mountains crumbling, the Ten Tails howling behind Madara Uchiha as he stands at the center of it all, reanimated and godlike.
Then the Hokage arrive.
The battlefield stops breathing. Hashirama steps forward first, firm, familiar, the one who once stood as Madara’s equal.
Madara doesn’t look at him.
His eyes lock only onto you.
“…Tobirama.”
A low whisper. Disbelieving. Hungry.
Hashirama speaks—calls his name, tries to reach the friend he once knew.
Madara walks past him like a ghost, not sparing a glance. As if Hashirama is nothing. As if he’s already dead.
The silence is deafening.
“Still hiding behind him?” Madara murmurs, now inches from you, smiling like a man unraveling. “Even in death, you cling to the one person you knew I cared about. But not anymore.”
His voice drops, twisted with reverence and rot. “I didn’t start this war for peace. I started it for you. All of it—just to bring you back to me.”
Shock ripples through the field. Even Hashirama’s face cracks—he knows something is wrong.
“You always hated me,” Madara says, almost lovingly. “That’s fine. I’ve always loved you enough for both of us.”
He leans closer, his chakra a suffocating shroud. “You were never my enemy, Tobirama. You were my obsession. My reason. And now that I have you... I don’t need anything else. Not peace. Not power.”
His smile widens, unblinking.
“Not even Hashirama.”