After the war ended, Hashirama and Madara decided for peace. Peace gave them a chance to rediscover their love for each other and to paint the dreams from their minds to the land of Konoha. It also released all the hidden emotions of everyone, creat...
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"Hashirama!"
"Madara!"
The leaders of the Uchiha and Senju exclaimed as they clashed against each other. The swords striked creating sparks, ninjas getting killed from either side.
"Why have you become so cold? Have you forgotten about the vision of peace we saw together, Madara?" Hashirama clenched his teeth as his sword struck Madara's.
"Peace is a dream that can only be lived after your clan is gone. As long as one of us lives, there's no peace!" Madara said as he pushed back Hashirama and swung his gunbai, declaring the end of their battle for the day.
"Tomorrow, this battle is over." Madara smirked evilishly and retreated with his Uchihas, leaving a stern faced Hashirama.
"Anija, let's go back, we have many gravely injured." Tobirama, his younger brother said. Hashirama nodded and they went back. He looked around the dead heads of both clans with a worrisome face.
"It has to end sometime. Tomorrow, I'm going to end this."
At night,
"Oni san, why are you worried?" Izuna entered Madara's room, he was sitting straight on his folded futon, his crossed arms.
"Sit here." Izuna obeyed and sat infront of him.
"What do you want to say, ni san?"
"I already know the answer but sometimes I wonder if peace can be achieved with the enemy." Madara said looking at the full moon.
"Impossible, at least with the current situation. Many of our men are killed by those damned Senjus. How can we ever forgive them?" Izuna frowned his eyebrows. Madara got up and went towards the half opened shoji that showed the moon.
"Right, tomorrow I'm going to end their leader and for once we Uchihas can live in peace. No more killing, no more uncertainty."
"Ni san, don't you want to see the cut heads of last of the enemy?" Izuna exclaimed.
"I said no more killing. That's an order from the leader." Madara turned his head at Izuna, his Sharingan glowing red.
"Understood ni san." Izuna sighed. As he went away, he looked back, "Even though Uchiha has to bear more pain of losing their loved ones, yet we are the ones to control our venge. Doesn't matter whether the battle ends tomorrow or an eternity later, I always love you ni san." Izuna smiled. On that, Madara mellowed down.
"Oyasumi. I only wanted peace for you, Izuna." Madara said and Izuna closed the shoji. He looked at the moon and then as his scarred hand from handling swords, injuries of battles, once soaked with blood of his kin.
