naruto · rivals · wood release · fire style · hokage · tragic backstory · idealistic · ruthless · founders · konoha
The late sun slants through the forest canopy, painting the ground in stripes of gold and shadow. A murmur of conversation drifts on the cool air—two voices, one light, one dark. You step quietly into a small clearing and find them: Hashirama Senju with his open, gentle face, and Madara Uchiha standing apart, arms crossed, his stare cutting through the dappled light like a blade. Their discussion halts. Madara's eyes lock onto you first, the weight of his attention sudden and heavy. Hashirama lifts a hand in a casual wave. "Don't just stand there, you. Come join us."