Massive Manga spoilers. Deviating from Manga 686 "Those that remain and those that pass on."

A BLAST FROM THE PAST

A tall Man with white eyes, light long hairs and wearing a large white kimono quitely made his way out of the battlefield, but with brisk pace nonetheless. Like he suspected, The Shinju, sprawled all across the plane with bodies dangling had no effect on him. And if he had heard Hagoromo right, about the technique he wanted to use then this was the best course of action. Get the fuck out before its too late.

He was still too weak. Too weak to even help them, let alone stop them. Also he was carrying a higly volatile mass of crimson chakra on the palm of his right hand, currently hidden by the long sleeves of his kimono, and he needed to find a host for it sooner then possible. It was already a huge gamble bringing that mass of chakra with him. But he was glad that Hagoromo like him was also weakened or else he would have sensed both his and the mass of chakra he carried in the blink of an eye. He was'nt worried about the other four individuals though. They would'nt know or find any difference between his chakra and the natural energy around them. Only Hagoromo could do that, and by the time he was done with Kaguya, The Man with white eyes would be long gone. But before everything he needed to find a host. And with those thoughts The Man continued his brisk pace across the forest bed.

After a few hours of trekking, The Man reached a good vantage point high up a nearby mountain. He had a good view of the surrounding area. The presence of the Shinju across the plane meant Kaguya was putting up a tough fight. The man sat down cross legged and closed his eyes. The mass of crimson chakra still on his right hand. He placed his left hand on the ground searching for any unwanted movements in the immidiate vicinity and beyond. His singular ancestry and unique abilities helped him carry out feats that no other living organism on the planet could. Not even The Rikudou Sennin. With finding no one around the man relaxed his shoulders and opened his eyes. Hagoromo and those other four must have made it to the other dimension. And it seems like there is still some time left. He thought. Moreover carrying the mass of chakra in his weakened state was taking its toll on the man. He decided to use this spare time ro regain as much of his strength as he could. Closing his eyes, he once again placed his left palm on the ground and ceased all his movements.

Immidiately a strong pulse was released from The Man's core throughout the area followed by a strong gush of wind that nearly uprooted the trees around him as The Man simultaneously started pulling immense chakra from the Shinju and everything natural around him.

A mere few minutes had passed when a collosal explosion shook the earth to its very core. The Man's connection to the Divine Tree was almost immidiately cancelled. His eyes shot open.

Mugen Tsukuyomi has just been released. He informed himself.

The Shinju will be summoned back to the earth shortly. This is my que. With that he stood up.

There is no time to find a host. I have to do this the old fashioned way. The crimson chakra on his right arm was beginning to warm up. He stretched both his arms forward.

Well, I've pulled enough chakra. He assured himselfand a blue mass of chakra began to accumulate on his left palm. A smile graced his lips as he felt the familiar rush throughout his body. Bringing back a lot of old memories along with it. The two different chakras floated off his palms and The Man brought his left hand down to form a single handed ram seal.

"Banbutsu Sozo" He muttered as best as he could given the sudden adrenaline rush through his body.

The two dofferent chakras started to float towards each other until the mearged into one forming a large ocean blue flame that floated just above the palm of his right hand. The Man began to focus more, so much so as drawing out an involuntary guttural groan.

The flame began to convegre all its energy to a single point in the between. And then another huge pulse erupted followed by the strong gush of wind, but this time it was from the core of the flame. The Man was awkwardly thrown back several feets by the sheer force of the wind, but he almost immidiately managed to regroug himself on all four and held his ground againts the continous burst of the overwhelming wind.

I need to grow my strength back soon. This is absolutely hillarious! He realized, dropping to one knee and frowning while his knuckle wiped the single drop of blood that had managed to escape his nose. The wind eventually subsided and the smoke and dust slowly cleared and his eyes then rested at the sight in front of him. His frown turned into a sneering smirk.

In front of him laid Uchiha Madara, asleep like a stone, clad in his battle armour. The Man stood up and slowly approached the sleeping legend. Upon reaching him, he looked down on his face. The Man did a good job on capturing the features of the Uchiha perfectly from the slight peek he had the memories of the numerous shinobi, while absorbing the chakra from the Shinju few minutes ago.

"Time to wake up, you shit." The Man snarled as he raised his foot and brought it down hard, right between legs of the Uchiha.

Sudden agonising pain between the legs shot straight up to his temples as the guttural howl of the prideful Uchiha rang throughout the forest. He immidiately sat up clutching his organ. Tears gushed from his eyes out to the sheer pain. The Man ignored the screams and turned to scan the area.

The roots of Shinju were lossening and the victims were starting to drop down to solid ground. The Man knew that once Mugen tsukuyomi is cancelled the chakra of the victim is retured. The shinobies the littered the ground won't stay down much longer. He needed to get away from there. The world did not need to know of his existence yet, specially Hagoromo. He turned to the writhing Uchiha legend in the ground, still clutching his balls. Sighing, The Man clutched the back collar of Madara's armour and started dragging behind him the writhing Uchiha deeper into the dense forest.

But a few moments later, the pain between Madara's legs subsided enough for him to find some semblance. He almost immidiately and intinctively freed himself off The Man's clutch and using his both hands as leverage behind him, Madara shot his legs out with every bit of force he could muster, attempting to kick to The Man just above his waistline, hoping to break or dislocate his vertebrae. And to Madara's delight his feet made strong contact, so strong that he himself was thrown back several feet from the recoil and landed flat on his back. However his delight was shortlived when he arched himslef back up on his arms and expected to see The Man lying face first in the ground. Instead it seemed like his own kick that sent him back flying, only caused The Man to stumble a few steps forward.

The Man frowned as regained his composure. He was'nt supposed to lose his balance by strikes like that. He then turned, revealing his face for the first time to the Uchiha.

Madara was awestruck as he looked at face of his assailant. He had pale white smooth skin, light coloured hair, white featureless eyes. Byakugan? He wondered. He had two horn like potrusion from his forehead and that enthralled Madara the most. Also the fact that he was unfazed by his strike earlier. Madara immidiately realized that The Man in front of him surpassed him in all ways. And that made Madara uneasy. Other then Hashirama there was no Shinobi alive that could surpass him, and yet he was staring into one right now. The Man also seemed good at hiding his chakra. Madara could'nt detect any chakra signature to associate his assailant with anything. May be if he was supressing his chakra, Madara could force through him. But before he could move a muscle The Man in front of him disappeared in a flash and the next instant he felt the wind being knocked out of his lungs as he felt the blow of The Man's knee right across his chest. He once again fell backwards by the sheer pressure and felt himself slowly sinking into the earth by the continous pressure applied to his chest.

The Man had Uchiha Madara pinned against the soil with his knee above his chest. The Man from his hunches, leaned towards Madara's ears and whispered, "Try something like that again, and I'll rip your head off your shoulders." He leaned back up to stare into the scared Mangekyou of the The Uchiha. "Understood?" He asked, ready to keep his words if the Uchiha showed any signs of defiance.

Uchiha Madara from beneath The Man's knee humbly nodded his head. The Man with a satisfied smile stood back up and let Madara find his bearing before speaking again.

"Follow me" The Man said with looking at him as he began to resume his walk deeper into the forest.

Madara began to follow with steady steps behind him. His mind was spinning. He immidiately began to analyze everything about their little confrontation few minutes ago.

The Man in front oh him was stronger then anyone he has met so far. No question about it. He also noticed the fact that he was back to his old self. The last thing he remembered was balck zetsu stabbing him in the back, after he had succesfully cast Mugen tsukuyomi.

Come to think of it. He wondered and checked the sky. He frowned when he saw the moon shining in its all previous glory. He turned to take in the surrounding. He could'nt feel the Shinju any more. Its confirmed now. Mugen Tsukuyomi had been realsed. He stopped abruptly in his tracks when he began sensing chakra signatures of his opponents from his last battle. Each one of them, alive. He weighed with a scowl. The Man ahead noticed and immidiately stopped too.

"Do you want to be a headless corpse dangling from a random tree?" He asked turning to face Madara staring back at him. He seemed unfazed by The Man's threat.

"I want answers." Madara replied, alert against any sudden movements The Man could make.

"Fine." The Man sighed and Madara relaxed. "But we talk on the way. Now follow." The man ordered as he once again resumed his walk, Madara folloing suit.

A number of affairs were haunting Madara at the moment, as he studied the magatama designs that adored the high collar Kimono of The Man walking in front of him. There were no holsters in his black trousers. He didn't seem to be carrying any wepons and Madara was grateful for that. The Man was lethal enough without any.

Madara took a few hurried steps to reach The Man and then relaxed into a steady pace once besides him.

"Who are you?" Madara asked looking towards The Man.

"A blast from the past." He replied. Without returning Madara's gaze.

"Are you The Rikudou Senin?" Madara asked again but The Man laughed in return. "What is so amusing?" Madara enquired with furrowed brows.

"Its such a frivolous name." The Man replied between his laughs. "And besides only a featherhead would call himself that." He added a moment later when his laughter died down. He flicked his eyes towards Madara to find him still looking at him, unamused.

"Allright." The Man sighed and began, " I shall speak about this only once, so listen and make no attempt to speak." Madara nodded slowly and the Man began his tale.

"I am called Otsusuki Hamura, Kaguya's second son and brother to your so called Rikudou sennin. And I am here to undo what my brother did and do what he never did."

a/n: Review guys, thank you. Next chapter shortly.