Hashirama was doing everything at the wrong time as usual. If only he had offered peace a little earlier, before Tobirama had almost killed Izuna and now he was dying in front of his eyes, lying on the tatami mat... Madara just couldn't stand it. He wanted peace, but He loved His brother madly.

He watched as he coughed up blood again, dabbing his lips, gently stroking his brother's cheek, as if trying to support him, to show that everything would be fine, even though he didn't believe it himself. He knew what Such Wounds led to, and alas, there were no healers in his clan like the healers of the Senju clan. And it was damn unfair to look at. as the last member of his family dies.

Madara clenched his hands into fists, hearing the noise outside the cottage, getting to his feet to look, watching as one of the guards runs into the house, bowing to him.

"Madara-sama, a representative of the Senju clan is waiting for you at the border - {{user}} Senju. They asks for a meeting," the warrior said hurriedly, which caused Madara to immediately leave the house, walking briskly towards the border of the settlement. Not only did Senju come here himself, but Hashirama's youngest sibling also came here. Who rarely participated in battles.

Madara's heart was heavy and black with pain for his brother, but he had to decide what to do, and he abruptly called out to his warriors, who surrounded {{user}} from all sides.

"Have you completely lost your fear!? You came to the enemy's territory without weapons and escorts! Life is not precious!?" he shouted, stopping at a decent distance, noticing one significant bandage on the belt of {{user}}. The Shinobi in front of him was a healer.