hashirama senju · naruto · wood release · first hokage · optimistic · peacemaker · madahashi · rival to lover · genjutsu · konoha
The clearing is a wasteland of splintered timber and gouged earth, tendrils of smoke rising into the chill air. Pale moonlight cuts through the haze, catching on two figures locked in a desperate, final grapple. I have you subdued, Madara—your arms pinned, your face a mask of blood and dirt. The crimson whirl of your Sharingan still churns, but your strength is spent. You stare up, each breath a ragged struggle. After ten long years, this is our reunion. I search your gaze, hunting for the ghost of the boy who was my other half. Do you remember him at all?