"Brother, who were you talking to just now?" Tobirama asked as he approached his older brother, Hashirama, after Su Xiuyu had left.
"Brother, we have a major battle with the Uchiha clan tomorrow. You can't let yourself be deceived by them. The Uchiha are all evil," Tobirama said coldly.
"What are you even talking about? We've been fighting like this our whole lives, and sooner or later, we'll all end up dead on the battlefield. Is this the kind of life you want?" Hashirama frowned, looking at his younger brother. "Tobirama, you're my brother, and I refuse to believe that you'll always have such a narrow-minded view of the world."
Hashirama wanted to persuade Tobirama, but he knew his younger brother too well. Tobirama was precocious and had his own independent thoughts. Even when it came to their father, Senju Butsuma, Tobirama only pretended to obey. Hashirama had always known that his brother had his own ideas.
"Tobirama, believe me—I will create a peaceful world. The Senju and Uchiha will live together and put aside their past hatred," Hashirama declared with conviction.
Tobirama remained silent for a moment before sighing. "Brother, just get some rest. You'll be going to the battlefield tomorrow. Try not to die."
As he turned away, Tobirama felt helpless. His brother was an idiot—too idealistic for his own good. The only reason Tobirama even came back was to make sure Hashirama wasn't being manipulated by the Uchiha.
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The Next Day
The sun hung high in the sky, and the cold autumn wind cut across the faces of the warriors like blades.
"Uchiha Tajima, how have you been?"
"Senju Butsuma," Tajima sneered. "It seems you've been living well, but after today, that might change."
"Hmph, your little tricks won't work on me," Butsuma scoffed. "Even if you boast all you want, your Fire Release techniques won't do a thing against me."
Tajima's eyes sharpened. "Against these eyes, Butsuma, you have no chance of winning. Enough talk—let's fight!"
Both clan leaders flung their shuriken, the metal colliding midair, sparks flying as the weapons fell to the ground.
"Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!"
A monstrous wave of flames surged forward from Uchiha Tajima, engulfing the battlefield. The sheer range of his Fire Release was terrifying, swallowing everything in its path.
"Water Release: Water Formation Wall!"
Butsuma countered instantly, unleashing a towering wall of water to smother the incoming inferno. Water and fire clashed violently, sending dense steam rolling across the battlefield.
The moment their leaders clashed, the rest of the Senju and Uchiha clans erupted into battle.
The hatred between them ran deep—every Uchiha had bloodstained hands, just as every Senju carried the resentment of their fallen comrades.
This endless cycle of hatred had bound them to war for generations.
Bloodshed. Revenge. War.
It never ended.
"Madara... I never thought that after all this time, we'd meet again on the battlefield," Hashirama said bitterly.
"Yeah," Madara replied, his voice heavy with emotion. "You're the heir of the Senju, and I am the heir of the Uchiha. Fate is cruel, isn't it? Each of us carries our clan's burden. Hashirama, don't expect me to hold back. Of my brothers, only Izuna and Chisato are left."
"Madara... I'm sorry," Hashirama murmured. "I only have Tobirama left."
The sound of metal rang through the battlefield as their kunai clashed. Sparks flew. They broke apart, then engaged in a furious exchange of taijutsu. Fists, kicks, counterattacks—the battle between the two was intense.
Then came the ninjutsu.
"Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!"
"Water Release: Exploding Water Shockwave!"
Madara leaped back, hurling a dozen shuriken.
"Fire Release: Hōsenka Tsumabeni!" (Phoenix Sage Fire: Crimson Claw)
Flames wrapped around the shuriken, turning them into deadly projectiles that cut through the air toward Hashirama.
"Earth Release: Earth-Style Wall!"
Hashirama reacted instantly, erecting a barrier of solid rock to shield himself from the fiery barrage.
Madara smirked. "If this is all you've got, you better watch yourself, Hashirama!" His laughter echoed as he relished the battle.
"Madara, stop this!" Hashirama shouted. "Let's end this pointless fight! Let's talk to our clans and stop this madness!"
Madara's smirk twisted into a scowl. "You're still as naive as ever! Don't you see? The Senju and Uchiha are already drenched in blood! It's too late to change anything now!" He pointed his sword at Hashirama. "Come at me, Hashirama! Either defeat me, or be defeated by me! Prove that you're right!"
The battlefield was littered with destruction. Ninjutsu scars marred the earth, and the air reeked of blood.
The war raged on until the sun began to set. The crimson glow of the sky mirrored the flames of the Uchiha, painting the battlefield in shades of red.
Uchiha Tajima and Senju Butsuma were both exhausted. They had fought to the brink, now resorting to hand-to-hand combat while trying to conserve chakra. They wanted nothing more than to kill each other, but neither dared lower their guard. Both were seasoned warriors, wary of each other's tricks.
Then—
"Ten Finger Drilling Bullets!"
A storm of bone bullets rained down upon both the Uchiha and Senju warriors.
"There's an ambush!"
Tajima and Butsuma narrowly dodged the attack, but their men weren't as lucky. Many were caught off guard, some falling instantly from the deadly assault.
"Damn Kaguya clan!" Tajima roared. "Are you insane?! Do you want war with both the Senju and the Uchiha?!"
Butsuma was just as furious. "Sneaking around like cowards! What do you bastards want?!"
A sharp scream echoed from the battlefield.
"No—!!"
"Chisato! Chisato, wake up!"
Madara dropped to his knees beside his dying brother, Uchiha Chisato, whose mouth bubbled with blood.
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"No, no, no, Chisato, you'll be fine."
Madara and Izuna knelt beside their youngest brother, watching helplessly as blood seeped from the corners of his mouth. No matter how much they wished otherwise, they could not stop it.
"Brother… I… I feel… so cold… so cold… help me…" Uchiha Chisato's voice trembled, his body growing weaker by the second.
Madara and Izuna could only watch as their youngest brother drifted closer to death. Their hands trembled, their hearts pounded, and blood trickled from their eyes, staining their faces with red tears.
"Brother… don't… cry," Chisato whispered, his voice fading into the howling wind. "I… will… miss… you…"
As the last breath left Chisato's lips, the three tomoe in Madara and Izuna's eyes spun wildly, faster and faster, their sorrow igniting something deep within.
The world blurred.
Four lines of blood and tears dripped into the blood-soaked earth.
"Kaguya Itabashi!" Senju Butsuma roared, his voice laced with fury. "Why did you attack us? Our clans have no feud that would justify this slaughter. What is your reason?"
Kaguya Itabashi, the leader of the Kaguya clan, simply smirked, his bloodlust barely contained. "Reason? We fight because we enjoy killing. The real grudge belongs to the Blood Pond Clan. Their leader, Miya Kido, asked us if we wanted a real battle, and we couldn't resist."
His grin widened. "They want the Uchiha dead, and we just came along to enjoy the bloodshed."
Butsuma clenched his fists, his rage barely under control.
(The Kaguya Clan was infamous for their love of battle and met their downfall when they rebelled against the Fourth Mizukage, Yagura. The Blood Pond Clan, an obscure but powerful group, was known for their Blood Dragon Eye, a dojutsu resembling the Sharingan that enhanced their illusionary techniques. The Blood Pond Clan and the Uchiha had always been sworn enemies.)
"Blood Pond Clan… Kaguya Clan…" Madara's voice was eerily calm, his grief twisting into something darker. His Sharingan spun violently, his gaze filled with nothing but murderous intent. "I want you all dead!"
Izuna, standing beside him, shared his brother's wrath. His hands trembled, his breath ragged with rage.
"Madara, calm yourself!" Uchiha Tajima ordered, his tone sharp and cold. As their father, he felt the loss of Chisato, but he was a man forged by war. Sentiment had no place in the Warring States Period. His sons were valuable, but he could not allow emotions to cloud judgment.
There was no time for grief. The Uchiha had to survive.
"Butsuma, for now, we're on the same side," Tajima said, turning to Senju Butsuma. "You take care of the Kaguya. We'll handle the Blood Pond Clan."
Butsuma hesitated. Fighting alongside the Uchiha? The thought was absurd. But looking at the battlefield, he knew they had no other choice. Both their clans were exhausted from years of war. If they continued fighting separately, neither would make it out alive.
"Fine," Butsuma growled. "Tajima, I never thought we'd be fighting together."
"Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!"
Madara charged forward, releasing a massive torrent of flames. Several unfortunate Blood Pond warriors were caught in the inferno, their agonized screams echoing across the battlefield.
A chuckle came from the smoke. "Little brat, your opponent is me."
Stepping forward, Miya Kido, the leader of the Blood Pond Clan, stared at Madara with his blood-red Blood Dragon Eyes. His eyes wept crimson tears, the price of using his clan's strongest illusions.
"Blood Dragon Eye – Secret Technique: Illusion of the Dead Blood."
The moment their eyes met, Madara's vision twisted. The battlefield vanished, replaced by an endless river of blood. Countless corpses floated around him—his clansmen, his brothers, his parents.
And there, at the center of it all—
Chisato.
His lifeless body lay in the bloodied water, eyes hollow and empty.
"No…" Madara trembled. "You dare—!"
Miya Kido grinned. "How does it feel, Uchiha? To drown in the corpses of those you failed to protect?"
"You bastard!"
Madara's fury erupted like wildfire. The illusion shattered in an instant as he broke free, his Sharingan burning with newfound power.
Before Miya Kido could react, Madara hurled a shuriken, embedding it deep into his left hand.
"Tch." Miya Kido winced, blood dripping from his wound. "You broke free faster than I expected. I guess I underestimated you."
His hands flashed through a series of seals.
"Blood Dragon Eye – Secret Technique: Endless Sea of Blood."
A tidal wave of crimson chakra surged toward Madara.
Madara's eyes widened. Without hesitation, he used the Body Flicker Technique to evade, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat.
Six explosive tags clung to Miya Kido's body.
Madara vanished again.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion engulfed the battlefield. Flames and smoke consumed Miya Kido's form. His agonized screams pierced through the chaos.
Nearby, the Blood Pond Clan warriors turned, horror flashing in their eyes as they heard their leader's final cries.
But the Uchiha warriors, led by Tajima and Izuna, seized the opportunity, striking down their distracted enemies without mercy.
As the flames died down, Miya Kido lay on the ground, barely alive. His body was a mess of charred flesh, one arm and leg missing. Blood gushed from his wounds.
He coughed violently, spitting up a mouthful of crimson.
"Hah… hah…" He chuckled weakly. "Damn… you really are something, Uchiha Madara…" His fading eyes locked onto Madara's. "Your name… will be remembered… in hell…"
Madara approached, his face devoid of emotion. "The world is already hell. How much worse could it be?" He lifted a shuriken, pressing it against Miya Kido's throat. "Even if I become a demon, I'll crawl back from the depths to finish what I started. The Blood Pond Clan will cease to exist."
With one swift motion, he slit Miya Kido's throat.
Blood pooled beneath the dying man, his final breath fading into nothingness.
Madara stood there for a moment, staring at the lifeless body. The rain continued to fall, washing away the blood—but not the hatred in his heart.
He clenched his fists.
He wasn't strong enough.
If he had been stronger, Chisato wouldn't have died so meaninglessly.
One day, no one would be able to take anything from him ever again.
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