Samsara's Curse

by Xeno Gotenks

A epic retelling that deals with the final 24 hours of Izuna Uchiha. Discover how Izuna's influence revolutionizes the Uchiha clan's legacy forevermore and the world through sacrifice, blood, sweat, and tears. A tale marked by enlightenment and rebirth.

1. Karma

Chapter 1: Karma

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters involved besides my very own OC's. Everything else rightfully belongs to Kishimoto.

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The Land of Fire was weeping.

Destruction was abounding.

Corruption was spreading.

And the plateaus burned over the horizon, allowing smoke to claim the Heavens over prayers.

The sun rarely reveals itself, choosing to hide behind an eternal set of grey clouds. Heavy storms that devoid the world of color reigned supreme for months on end.

At night, a full moon is always visible, theorized by some cults to be created by spilled blood. It always glowed an eerie red, which boils the blood of animals who gaze into it.

Animals that want to hunt and prey upon their kind.

Bodies covered in wounds laid everywhere in the open fields, consisting of men from all walks of life.

Tortured and beaten.

Maimed and disfigured.

Attached or split open.

Decaying or being eaten.

A grim sight that has no end to its madness. Nobody cared about their fellow man unless they were related by blood. A perspective that been mainstream for nearly a whole millennium.

Heavy rain was drowning the nation, viewed by many as the Earth herself crying. But beyond the swollen borders shown nothing new. All lands occupied by man was in strife, forever cursed to house dirt stained by spilled blood.

Some blamed god. Others blamed their neighbors. And a select few secretly blamed themselves for the state of the world.

Nonetheless, Death herself was god for the living. A lamenting fact all was forced to bear with.

The life expectancy was only thirty years. Birth rates were declining. Children as young as five were expected to be thrown in battles against adults, resulting in near one-hundred percent guaranteed fatalities. Happiness was non-existent, and only fear and hatred propagated in the mind of man. Love was frowned upon, seen more as a weakness and hindrance for combat. And with constant food shortages, foreign invasions, and corrupt politics, peace was impossible to attain. There was too much pain and unresolved conflicts to heal.

Compassion was lost.

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Uchiha Hideout

The Uchiha Clan was among one of the most feared clans in the entire world. Blessed with heavenly eyes and powerful chakra, little could stand up their collective might and natural born talents. All enemies are either burnt to a crisp or fell into an illusion that leads to their deaths. They were the standard all mercenary clans wanted to be. A fact the Uchiha felt proud for such respect.

But internal war was inbound.

Over the years the equally infamous Senju Clan of the Forest has been resulting in massive casualties at various fronts. Some Uchiha can no longer fight, permanently disabled and left bitter in their dust-ridden beds. Others fled and became nomads, terrified to be found out and executed for abandonment. A couple tried to stage coup d'état, finding the current leading government lacking in revolutionary skills. And even fewer betrayed their clan, finding it more ideal to join the invincible Senju Clan. They were always the first to be killed in combat for treason. Division over ideals and circumstances was splitting the members up one by one.

Yet today all remaining Uchiha felt unified. Their leader, Madara Uchiha, was having a solo meeting with their second-in-commander, Izuna Uchiha, whom happened to be his younger brother. They were making war plans to bring the Senju Clan down since they will engage them in a few hours. Tensions were high, and many Uchiha dreamed about the deaths of their most hated nemesis.

The entire clan lived on a mountain that has been heavily terraced. Vast forests inhabited many of the levels, with the actual housings being among the top. But a sacred temple laid at the apex, where public announcements were made.

And the sole resting quarters of the leaders.

All able-bodied men stood before the temple, looking at the front doors with their Sharingan active. The ones who couldn't activate their Sharingan simply allowed their onyx eyes to observe the fortified steel doors, held together by a statue of Sun Wukong. The women who couldn't fight or was pregnant were at their homes caring for the children, sick, injured, and elderly who were lucky to live so long. But the rest of the females were with their male counterparts, with some being as young as ten years old.

Times were desperate, and drastic recruitment was mandatory nowadays to keep the forces strong. The experienced teens and adults stood firm and composed, waiting for the orders to venture out. But the children were afraid but did their best to be strong appearance-wise. As Uchiha, it was their duty to retain diplomacy even with crippling fear gripping them. No exceptions were made.

The doors finally opened, allowing a loud thud to accompany them. And two silhouettes appeared, eyes glowing red in the darkened temple. They were the leaders, and the only ones to possess the legendary 'kaleidoscope tengan', the evolved form of the Sharingan.

The Mangekyo Sharingan.

All members held their breath as they came into the light.

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Throne Room (Several Minutes Earlier)

The two brothers were inside of a large room, entirely dark save for a few torch lights on the walls. Madara was sitting on the throne chair, staring intently at his brother who stood still. Izuna's onyx eyes were shaking yet refused to blink. An aspect Madara squarely focused on.

"Tell me, how do your new eyes feel Izuna?" Asked Madara, the leader and strongest member of the Uchiha clan. His Mangekyo Sharingan was activated, observing his younger brother despite being close to blindness itself. Yet despite being almost sightless with the room being dark, he could see well before him.

Izuna closed his onyx eyes, suddenly appearing in deep thought. Opening them slowly, his Mangekyo Sharingan design came into view, glistening in the darkness.

"I can see now. Better than ever in fact. Like all obstructions and fog has disappeared from my sight. The truth is foreseeable."

Madara smiled and got up from his throne seat to approach Izuna. He placed a comforting but firm hand on his shoulder. Izuna simply looked into his elder brother's eyes.

"Father would be proud of you. With this we can do anything now."

Izuna's mouth dropped.

"You think so?"

Madara's smile widened.

"I believe so."

Izuna allowed a smile to grace his face, a reaction Madara wanted to see. Madara felt like his heart grew a few more inches. Izuna was all he had left since everyone else is deceased in their family. Their father, mother, and three younger brothers have been dead for years. And seeing his younger bro becoming a magnificent shinobi was all he could ask for in life.

Even if it came at a high price.

"Madara, I think we can do it this time. I believe we can now wipe out the Senju Clan with our combined ocular powers. We can finally achieve our long-sought ambition against those fools."

"I agree Izuna."

Madara's eyes briefly widened, believing to see Hashirama in Izuna's vision. Izuna noticed the change.

"What wrong?"

Madara let go of Izuna's shoulder, allowing a serious expression to claim his face. Madara began to wipe and blink his eyes.

In the back of Madara's mind, brief flashbacks with Hashirama flooded his consciousness. For so many years he has tried to kill him in a bid to erase his presence forever, but in each match, he always fails. Like it was an impossible task to achieve. And the more vision he lost from his Mangekyo Sharingan, the more common these phantom sights became. It was beyond aggravating to the Uchiha leader.

"It is nothing." Said Madara as he turned his back. His ascended eyes eventually stared at the portrait behind the throne, which bared the kanji 'fox' surrounded by eight windy red swirls. It symbolized the natural disaster that plagues these lands known as the Demon Fox Spirit. The Stone Tablet left behind by the Sage of the Six Paths eluded to its power and a connection to the Uchiha Clan. A reminder of the future wars down the road.

Izuna frowned, staring at the Uchiha symbol on Madara's back.

"Elder brother, what did you just saw? Are your seeing things again?"

Feeling haunted from the questions, Madara ominously turned around and folded his arms to keep an air about him. Izuna was not buying it.

"Izuna, I am fine. These eyes are simply just deteriorating faster than what I'd imagined."

"Is the medicine prescribed not working?"

"I'm afraid not. At the rate I am going, I won't see anything ever again in about a weeks' time."

"Then Madara, stay behind and allow me to lead our forces. I will shoulder the burden of our clan as you recuperate and find a solution for your eyesight."

Looking into Izuna's Mangekyo, a wave of guilt washed over in Madara's heart at the implications. Izuna in just two weeks ago attained the Mangekyo Sharingan to protect his pride. They are untested in combat, and Izuna himself does not know what they can do yet. Madara refused to sit on his laurels and put his brother in harm's way unintended, especially if he begins to suffer from the same symptoms as his own Mangekyo Sharingan.

"No. In actuality you should stay behind, and I go in alone for this mission."

"What!"

A pang of worry crossed Madara's heart at the anger that came across Izuna's face. Even Izuna's palms balled up into fists.

"Ever since you attained those eyes, you have yet to train or even utilized them once. We do not even know what they can do and trying them out against the Senju Clan is heavily advised against. And do to us being hired by the Wind Daimyo for this very mission at the same time you got them, we have been planning for this instead of you properly training for honing. Plus killing him has made you depressed lately, despite how right you are. Let me lead the clan for tonight as you progress those eyes."

Izuna clenched his teeth so hard that veins were dancing all over his face. Deep down he agrees with Madara, but his pent-up anger at all his recent perils needs to be taken out against the foes he despises the most. There will be no exceptions.

"I am going on this mission Madara."

"But Izuna-"

"There is nothing you can say or do to stop me. I am going to fight and finally put them down like the dogs that they are. Today is the day the Uchiha Clan finally comes out on top. Hashirama and Tobirama will finally meet their ends."

"Is all of this aggression coming from our last bout with the Senju Clan?"

More hatred came across Izuna's face, the root cause of his recent pains.

"Yes. We lost that fight and ultimately forced me to kill him. They will pay for that."

Madara closed his eyes and signed out loud, unfolding his arms in the process. He knows this ambition well when it comes to ideologically killing against one's enemies. And Izuna is justified to feel this way too, but still he is not ready. His high emotions and untrained eyes might be a hindrance more than an asset against the Senju's. Yes, his absence will hurt them on the battlefield, but it will be made up once he becomes more skilled and calms down.

"Please hear me out brother. I just think you are not ready for thi-"

Pow!

Receiving a left hook to his right cheek, Madara gasped as his body stumbled back and fell on the throne. Izuna was breathing hard as his offending arm was still outstretched.

"Izuna! What is the meaning of this?"

Blood was trickling down Madara's lips as both anger and disappointment claimed his heart. Izuna's entire body began to shake from unbridled rage.

"That damn clan took everything from us. Our father, Tajima, killed himself along with Butsuma in a battle that was like no other. His death was what awakened my Sharingan. Don't you remember? And our three younger brothers died in combat against the Senju, followed by our own mother dying from illness and a broken heart. They cannot live. They must be vanquished for our survival. We are their betters. I will no longer tolerate sharing the same oxygen with them." Yelled Izuna.

"I know that. I am in the same boat as you, but you dying will not solve anything. Do not forget I am your brother and lost the same family members. I share your pain." Yelled back Madara.

"Then why do you hold me back from our destiny?"

"It doesn't concern you."

Madara got back up and got into Izuna's face. A tense atmosphere surrounded the brothers in the dark temple.

"The Hell it does."

Izuna stepped an inch closer to Madara, allowing a mere centimeter to separate their noses. Both Mangekyo's became locked to its counterpart, trying to intimidate the other in a battle of will alone.

"Do not allow anger to cloud your judgement. I feel the same just as you do. How do you think I even achieved these eyes? I lost just as much as you did and seek the same profits destined to be bestowed upon us. This is why I became this strong."

Nothing was said for a whole minute.

Feeling the conviction and raw passion from Madara, Izuna's eyes slowly began to shake before Madara's stone rigid Mangekyo.

Unable to handle Madara's intense stare into his soul, Izuna begrudgingly tore his eyes away from the standoff and turned around. Izuna walked a few paces before stopping, each step counted by Madara.

Izuna was fuming inside but hearing and seeing Madara's conviction convinced his heart a little bit. But compromise was still going to be made since he is going to join his brethren in this fight.

Slowly Izuna's eyes degenerated back into the basic Sharingan, followed by its default form. Madara subconsciously did likewise, feeling a little less light in his own eyes. He has already reached his limit for the moment.

"Whether you like it or not brother, but I am coming. Today justice will prevail. We will win."

"So, anything I say or do won't convince you to stay?"

"I am sorry. I need to go. It is my calling and birthright for this fight. I need to avenge our families honor. My late friends, and the future children born into this clan will learn peace. I will put my life into this dream."

Madara closed his eyes and unconsciously started to rub his sore cheek. He couldn't change his mind in the end, so he might as well allow him to battle like he always had. Madara just hoped that he wouldn't regret his decision.

"Fine. I won't stop you brother. But promise me that you will remain safe and avoid overusing those new eyes of yours. Anything can go if caution is not utilized."

A small amount of silence took place. Only the torch lights burning on their sticks made any audible noise.

Izuna slightly turned around, boring into Madara's own eyes.

"I promise."

Izuna then turned back around and began to stroll towards the closed doors. Two huge statues of Buddha framing the doors was noticed by Izuna and saw it as a sign of his good fortune. His karma was about to change, no doubts were made in his heart. This was his moment and good things were about to come into fruition.

Having no further use for discussion, Madara opened his eyes and followed behind Izuna. Now by each other's side, both brothers looked at each other before opening the doors together.

A flood of light penetrated their sight before clarity took place. An occurrence Izuna liked since his dark past was about to end for a brighter future.

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Outside of the temple, both brothers were in an elevated position above their clan members. The brothers witnessed nearly every able-bodied warrior with their Sharingans activated, a testament of their pain of loss.

Izuna folded his arms, feeling eager for war more than ever. Madara simply had a hand resting on his hip.

"Prepare for glory, because tonight we dine in Hell." Yelled Izuna. All Uchiha cheered, minus Madara who appeared indifferent thanks to his discipline. But that didn't stop the joy he felt in his heart upon seeing his clan embracing the same conviction for victory and freedom.

"Men, move out."

Hearing Izuna's command, all used the body flicker technique to move down the mountain. Izuna went immediately afterwards, but Madara waited. Besides the elderly, babies, sick, and truly pathetic, virtually all men, whether they are fathers or husbands, were about to engage in another fight that will result in casualties. But will this fight truly be any more different, regardless of their assigned mission's success?

So far, he has fought against Hashirama Senju in three different battles with his Mangekyo, and yet he lost in each single fight. Less than a month ago was their latest bout. Not enough time to truly advance in power. Yes, his Mangekyo grown in strength, but he has also weakened from it too. Despite having two unique abilities along with his greatest jutsu, the Susanoo, he made little to no progress in the grand scheme of things. It is likely that one more battle will result in total blindness, thus forever sealing his Sharingan for good. Such an occurrence will doom him in any future battles with Hashirama if they failed today. And Tobirama, the second-in-command of the Senju will become a great threat to Izuna since they are equals in almost every field. And Izuna's lack of training for his new eyes will likely cause detrimental effects on his battle skills in the near future. Too bad Izuna's eagerness for war and their client's deadline for territorial invasion collided against any possible time for training.

When eight breezes of wind rocked his hair, Madara silently vanished on a path to the battlefield. Quickly catching up to his clan, Madara took his place at the forefront with Izuna, whom smiled to see his elder brother with him. Madara briefly looked at him before activating his Sharingan, mentally preparing himself for glory.

Because triumph cannot be achieved from doubt.

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The Fire Daimyo's Countryside

On top of a hill stood the Uchiha Clan, imposing and dignified in the blazing sun. No clouds blocked the sunlight, a rare phenomenon nowadays. Madara had his arms folded and bore down on the land before him. Izuna did likewise, activating his Sharingan in the process. Birds were seen flying up to the Heavens, raining down feathers that were submissive to the wind.

The air was filled with tension since no flags or war drums claimed the atmosphere. Only concentration on the impending battle was visible.

Below the Uchiha stood the Senju Clan, appearing just as composed as their hated counterparts. Hashirama and Tobirama stood at the front, bearing neutral expressions on their faces. No defective Uchiha were seen in their ranks, implying they were purposefully left behind for this fight.

A lone gravel road stretched as far the eyes could see, disappearing behind the Senju and ending at the gated manor of the Daimyo. Natural gravel darted at various spots among the tall grass as various mountains expanded in the endless backdrop.

A perfect field for war and combat.

Nobody spoken, and the air felt heavy and rigid. Madara stared into the eyes of Hashirama, whom wielded a large white scroll across his back. Madara was holding his iconic gunbai fan, hilt attached to his wait via string. A sickle was in his other hand.

Izuna was frowning at Tobirama, desiring to murder the Senju on the spot. Since he was a little boy, they have always fought akin to their elder brothers. Today victory shall be his with Tobirama's decapitated head dangling in his hands. And if they conquer this land, they will receive a nice sum of money from their client. A perfect foundation to help grow their clan.

A nasty "tch" escaped Izuna's eyes as his eyes flared up.

"Charge!"

Hearing their second-in-command giving the signal, all Uchiha rushed down to claim heads. Seeing a avalanche of men descending upon them, thus briefly blocking out the sun from their viewpoints, the Senju rushed forward with total abandonment.

Appearing like a blur, madness and battle cries claimed all ears present. Swords collided with shuriken as flames triumphed over the grass that claimed the base of the hill.

The wind remained silent, allowing the droplets of blood to fall to the Earth unimpeded.

The leaders however remained still and saw their brethren fight. Placing his palms together, Hashirama had enough and used Wood Style to flatten the hill. Both Uchiha brothers jumped off and landed several meters in front of the Senju duo.

With supreme fighting happening from behind, all four gazed at their opponent before disappearing, needing room to battle against their counterpart. And no Uchiha and Senju were foolish enough to interrupt, impede, or aide their leaders in combat.

They wouldn't be able to handle it.

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"Madara, we do not have to do this. Lay down your weapons and let's talk things out diplomatically."

Hashirama stood before Madara many meters away, having no structures between them. The gaze from Madara's Sharingan bore nothing but hatred and determination. A look Hashirama detested.

"Peace can never be achieved in this world Hashirama."

"But we are both the leaders of the strongest clans around. We can make a difference in the world if we joined forces."

Madara gripped his weapons harder in his hands.

"I have lost too much over the years to stop now. This is merely a stepping stone until prosperity for the Uchiha is realized."

"At the cost of yours, mine, and many soldiers lives?"

Madara's Mangekyo Sharingan activated, prompting Hashirama to tense up.

"Those eyes of yours are double edged swords. If I had to guess, you now have eye problems the way you are squinting now."

A deep scowl appeared on Madara's face, justifying Hashirama's observation.

"It is of no concern to you."

Creating the tiger seal, a magnificent blue aura materialized around Madara. Slowly it morphed into a humanoid shape as bones and flesh became conjured. When the feet were made, it grew many meters higher before a supreme armor surrounded the giant, leaving ghastly blue eyes behind its veil. Its hands were too making a tiger seal, and Madara hovered inside of its head.

"I see that your Susanoo has made a little bit more progress. You can now materialize this state much faster than last time. I presume this is as far it can go?"

Madara remained quiet and ignored his bleeding eyes the technique caused on them.

Receiving no response, Hashirama clapped his hands together as his hair waved along the passing breeze.

"Wood Style: Wood Golem Jutsu."

The Earth split open before Hashirama as the displaced dirt and water generated an enormous entity made entirely out of wood. Several wood dragons was materialized and wrapped around its torso, completing the summoning. Hashirama quickly jumped on top of its head.

"Well that's interesting. Is this a new jutsu you created since our last battle? To combat against my Susanoo?"

"It is. I knew you would grow stronger since last time, so finding a way to strengthen my wood dragon technique gave birth to this move. Are you sure you do not want to give up?"

An insane smile appeared on Madara's face. And with the blood dripping down his cheeks, it appeared he became lost in both the adrenaline and mania.

"You never cease to be amusing Hashirama. But today I shall become victorious. Your pitiful jutsu will fall before me."

Madara's Susanoo split its hands apart, losing the tiger seal in the process. While spreading it, a blue string was made as three tomoe-like objects were attached to it.

"Now begone. Yasaka Magatama."

Throwing the beaded weapon like a shuriken, it rocketed its way to Hashirama whom materialized a wooden dome around his avatar.

It was time for battle. No more time for talking.

Boom!

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The leaves were flying in the wind, circling around the two combatants before dispersing back to the sky. Tobirama was in a samurai-style stance, gripping his katana that was still sheathed. Izuna was in a similar stance, rubbing his thumb against the pummel.

Their red eyes were locked against their opponent, seeing him covered in blood and dead at his feet.

"Tobirama, today is the day that you pay for your crimes."

Tobirama's frown turned into a deep scowl. He was not amused.

"You and your vile clan will not get passed us. Your mission along with your lives shall be forfeited. That is a promise, not a threat."

Hatred grew on Izuna's face.

"I've heard that before. And guess what, we are still here you damn bastard. I will wipe out your legacy once and for all."

"Try me Izuna. Let's end this."

The wind finally passed over, leaving a staleness in the air. A lone leaf trickled down between them, waving back and forth in the weak air currents. When it landed on a pile of dead leaves, both combatants blinked.

Rush!

With nothing else to say, both men charged in. Drawing out his sword, Izuna swung his sword horizontally, which Tobirama mirrored.

Clash!

Gritting their teeth, both started to swing their swords at various angles, but was blocked by their respective opponent. Sparks flying, both started to jump around, appearing like shadows that cut the tall grass. Thanks to his Sharingan, Izuna was able to easily predict Tobirama's movements, making his counterattacks easy to perform. But to Izuna's continuing dismay, Tobirama was able to block all incoming strikes, largely thanks to his familiarity to Izuna's attack patterns.

Avoiding eye contact at all times, Tobirama mid-swing took a hand off from his sword and started to make one-handed seals. Blocking the strike and finding it lacking in usual stopping power, Izuna instantly saw the hand seals and backed away.

"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu."

Arching his back, Tobirama expelled a torrential stream of fire from his mouth, condensing into a great fireball.

Examining everything with his Sharingan in slow motion, Izuna quickly performed the necessary hand seals and released his own Fireball Jutsu.

Boom!

A fiery explosion occurred, blanketing the immediate landscape in an inferno. Consuming the immediate vegetation, the cackling fire roared with fury at its own destruction.

Escaping without a scratch, Izuna hopped many meters back to observe the destruction. Making an audible "tch", Izuna scanned the entire environment and couldn't find Tobirama at all.

A ghost smile appeared on Izuna's face, recognizing the tactic. Quick hand seal movements possessed Izuna's fingers.

"Lightning Style: Lightening Rat Tremor."

Placing both palms to the ground, electrical energy disks escaped from his hands and rocked its way underground. Tobirama immediately came up, surprised to be found out so easily.

"Have you forgotten that I can see chakra as color? You were visible the moment from the start." Taunted Izuna. Tobirama only made a "Tch" noise before regaining his balance from his underground leap.

Tobirama placed both palms on his katana's hilt, hating the fact his 'Earth Style: Headhunter Jutsu' failed him.

Izuna smiled, still keeping his palms on the ground. Mentally directing his electrical disks right towards Tobirama, he saw nothing more than chopped meat in his head. But thanks to being a sensor-type, Tobirama looked at the ground in strife and quickly jumped, avoiding a fatal blow. Several other disks followed Tobirama, forcing the Senju to dodge them all mid-air.

Landing right back towards the ground, Tobirama heard the buzz-saw disks racing right back towards him. Tobirama made some hand seal movements and placed a hand over his mouth, letting just enough room for air to escape his lips.

"Wind Style: Great Breakthrough."

A great gust of wind was generated, dispelling the lightning disks instantly. As a consequence, the inferno grew in size, fueled by the high velocity winds.

By a single nano-inch, Tobirama avoided a lethal strike towards his face, though a strap to his forehead protector came undone. Grunting, Izuna flew over Tobirama before stopping mid-air and rebounding from the ground. Getting his guard up, Tobirama blocked every strike Izuna threw at him.

A lone tree caught on fire and collapsed from its station. As luck will have it, it threatened to flatten both Tobirama and Izuna.

Plow!

Disengaging from their duel, both were at the other side of the burning tree. As flickering embers and smoke cascaded around, Tobirama turned around to block a stab through his heart. Pissed that his body flicker failed him, Izuna channeled lightning chakra through his blade. Surprised, Tobirama became alarmed when his blade was cracking from the pressure.

Snap!

Sword snapping in two, Izuna's katana ran right through his chest. A sickening smile came over Izuna's face as blood rushed through Tobirama's mouth.

"At last, it is over."

A gross smile came over Tobirama's face. Drawing the blade closer to him, Tobirama grabbed Izuna's wrist and briefly touched his chest.

"Got you."

Paper bomb symbols came out of Tobirama's clothing. Izuna's eyes widened as his entire body became lit.

Bang!

Another explosion occurred, allowing the newly made fire to merge with the pre-existing one. The area looked like Hell itself in the chaotic madness.

Tobirama emerged from the ground, unscathed from the destruction. Still on guard and serious, Tobirama was glad his Shadow Clone was spotted before he was. It allowed him to detonate his proxy in a suicidal manner.

And so far, it appeared to have worked.

Walking towards the blast point, Tobirama saw nothing remaining of Izuna besides a scorching Earth. Tobirama made some quick hand movements.

"Water Style: Water Shockwave."

Releasing a massive stream of water from his mouth, it turned into a great wave that drowned the entire fire. Directing it with his hands, the entire immediate environment was drenched, replacing ashen craters with pools of water.

But something was amiss.

Returning back to the area Izuna died at, Tobirama noticed several pieces of drenched wood in the crater.

'Could it be.'

At that instant a shadow appeared behind him. Turning around, a grim set of red eyes met his vision.

"Shit."

"Too late."

Tobirama became paralyzed, finding himself in a grey-scale area that bore nothing extraordinary. A ghostly image of Izuna came before him.

"Genjutsu. How could this have happened?"

A dirty smile came over Izuna's face.

"Substitution, Body Flicker, and Transformation Jutsu. You got me all right, but I replaced myself with a burning pile of wood to escape the detonation. And during the explosion, I teleported a distance away and turned into a fire ant. You never seen it coming."

"I see now." Said Tobirama plainly. He did not like the fact that Izuna was wielding a sword in his hand, likely mirrored in the real world.

Tobirama struggled to lift a single hand, desperate to make the seal of confrontation. Seeing the supreme amount of effort in Tobirama trying to move by using a great deal of chakra, Izuna cackled before rushing towards his trapped prey.

Four seconds before impact.

His hand was almost to his chest, drenched in sweat as veins appeared all over him.

Three seconds before impact.

Izuna positioned his blade to impale Tobirama's heart. His eyes reflected the malicious intent his deed was about to commit.

Two seconds before impact.

Tobirama's entire body was shaking, mere inches away to get into position.

One second before impact.

Izuna's sword was mere centimeters from Tobirama's chest, parallel to his rising hand.

Plack!

The sword penetrated the chest, allowing blood to leak from the mouth. The victim was surprised, unable to grasp how it all happened. Through the Sharingan, Izuna saw innards leaking from his gut as the body became rigid and stale.

Izuna switched places with Tobirama, whom had a look of triumphed relief.

In disbelief, Izuna dropped his sword to the ground as Tobirama's blade remained glued between his ribs.

"How did you…do this." Spat Izuna who coughed up blood in the genjutsu world. He tried his best to not lose his cool before the smiling Senju.

"A new jutsu of my own invention. The Flying Raijin."

"Impossible. I've made this...world. I've made that image of you."

"I think you've misunderstood whose world is this."

Leaving the implications to be left unheard, Tobirama withdrew the sword from Izuna's gut and planted it in the floor. Vision suddenly going black as nothing but darkness laid before him, Izuna cursed at his newfound predicament. Smiling, Tobirama made a hand sign reminiscent of the tiger seal, knowing his time was limited before Izuna regained his bearings.

"Genjutsu: Release."

The entire illusionary landscape disappeared, bringing Tobirama back into the real world. Quickly he fell to his knees, exhausted from the ordeal he went through. To his shock Izuna also fell to his knees, appearing just as tired as he was. Tobirama quickly theorized that Izuna probably meant to kill him multiple times in the illusion to break his spirit to make a torturous slow death in the real world practical. His sadistic means ultimately meant his survival.

"Damn you Tobirama." Yelled Izuna, holding onto his right eye that was pained from the failed genjutsu. He was still failing to grasp how his perfect genjutsu flopped on him. How could such a jutsu be performed to switch places with him in his own created world? He wanted to break Tobirama's will before killing him off in the real world. And extracting any useful information regarding about Hashirama.

"You should know by now that your prized genjutusu cannot work on us. We will always find ways around it, even if caught."

"How did you do that?"

A dry smile came across Tobirama's face.

"Look at my hands."

Izuna narrowed his left eye.

"The tiger seal. Just like in the genjutsu."

"Presto."

"What does it mean?"

"I'd defeated your genjutsu the moment you cast it on me."

"Explain."

Tobirama made a lone chuckle, making murder run down Izuna's mind.

"I have battled you Uchiha scumbags again and again. And as a mere child, I learned early on that a Sharingan's power is split into two."

Izuna remained quiet, now clenching a fist.

"And that is the Sharingan's collective prowess is archived into two categories. The Eye of Insight and the Eye of Hypnotism. And as the name suggests, all of the genjutsu capabilities falls into the latter."

"What does this has to do with anything?"

Tobirama focused all of his attention to Izuna's clutched right eye.

"Eye contact is the key for your genjutsu to initiate. But what you don't see will hurt you. I knew something was amiss when I didn't see your smoldering carcass in that pit, so I made the tiger seal to use my own genjutsu."

"You used a genjutsu on me? Preposterous."

"Believe it or not, but its the truth. Remember when your entire sight disappeared in that genjutsu?"

Izuna's left eye widened, a reaction Tobirama liked.

"Not too long ago, I decided to train in a field that not really my cup of tea. And that Yin Style. And genjutsu falls underneath said category. And during this time of research and training, I created a genjutsu specifically designed to counter against your notorious eyes."

"You bastard."

"I call it Infinite Darkness Jutsu, a technique that can be used from a single hand seal in moments. And since I am the bringer of such darkness, I am immune to the sightless casting my enemy will suffer from. Only a powerful Genjutsu: Release could restore your lost sight."

"But that does not explain how you overridden my own jutsu?"

"You see, I have discovered that genjutsu can be combated by other genjutsu. And my genjutsu affected you immediately the moment you cast me in yours since my chakra quickly entered and disrupted your chakra networks. And unlike yours, vision or any other unique stances were not required besides the tiger seal. Now it did took me a few seconds to take over your genjutsu, but I succeeded since I subconsciously won our war of stronger chakra control. And when I won, I was able to regain my body and use other jutsu in that world. And that is when my technique started to affect you."

"It cannot be. I didn't even noticed the delayed effect until it was too late."

"It not often to have your genjutsu used against you, huh?"

"Damn you."

Tobirama smiled even harder at Izuna's growing rage.

"But that Flying Raijin or whatever it was. What does that technique have to do with all of this?"

"That none of your concern."

"I despise you."

"Likewise."

Finding his breathe and seeing a opening, Tobirama picked up his katana and rushed Izuna. Shocked, Izuna tried to block it, but thanks to his right eye still being closed, his lack of depth perception rewarded him a nasty cut to his shoulder. Yelling, Izuna backed away, leaving Tobirama to chase him.

"Your mine."

Allowing lightning chakra to cake his body, Tobirama caught up to Izuna and kicked him to the ground. Coughing up spittle while losing his blade, Izuna's face kissed the wet Earth as Tobirama landed next to him. Turning around to get back up, his chest was kicked and became pinned down. Tobirama placed his katana to Izuna's throat.

Izuna was trapped.

"I told you that this would be your end Izuna. Any last words?"

A deep angry expression came over Izuna. He was at the complete mercy of Tobirama, a one-eighty mere moments ago. He couldn't wield signs and was not in a proper position of leverage to turn the tables. And worse, Tobirama was avoiding his eyes to initiate another genjutsu.

"I see. Rather die in silence in the name of pride and country huh? So be it."

About to perform the coup de grace, Tobirama pumped chakra in his arm to perform the throat stab. This would be a major victory for the Senju and corner the Uchiha even more.

Feeling the sensation of the muscle contractions in Tobirama's arm, a million thoughts raced through Izuna's head. He was doomed to die, failing in everything he stood for. His dream for the Uchiha to conquer everything will disappear along with his life.

He couldn't allow it to end this way.

Flooding chakra into his eyes, Izuna activated his Mangekyo Sharingan, an occurrence Tobirama noticed at the absolute last second. Throwing chakra into his left eye, Izuna prepared to see what will happen regardless if he makes it out alive.

Freet!

A surge of black flames shot out from Izuna's left eye, aiming at the head of Tobirama. Thanks to his caution and Flying Raijin, Tobirama teleported instantly next to a spot he marked earlier when using the Headhunter Jutsu. Turning around, he saw those black flames shooting far into the sky before falling down. It landed in a puddle of water, devouring it instantly. The heat it gave off was insane, something Tobirama could feel even at this distance.

Stupefied, Izuna was amazed at what just happened.

He lived.

Rubbing his hand against his sore throat, Izuna slowly got up and stared at the black flames he conjured. He was lost from the intensity they gave off, threatening to melt his very own flesh at such proximity.

"Could it be…that?"

According to the Stone Tablet deciphered by Madara, Indra could use a jutsu described just like this. Black flames that burn for seven days and nights that were as hot as the sun. The flames from Hell itself that represented the material world and light. By all accords, the highest level of Fire Style that not even water can quench.

The legendary and almighty Amaterasu.

Izuna opened his right eye, now too displaying the Mangekyo design his left eye showed.

He possesses the same power as the son of the Six Paths. He truly was gifted after all. Adrenaline and barely restrained mania coursed through Izuna, feeling enlightened at his blessed eyes power.

Izuna ominously turned around, staring at Tobirama who was at high alert. There was no mistake for the Senju, it was the Mangekyo Madara also possessed.

"So, you too possess those damn eyes. To think you had them this entire time. Or did you just awaken them?"

Blood started to drip down Izuna's left eye, but no pain occurred for the smiling Uchiha.

"I can do anything now. After nearly a millennium, I am the one to achieve the infamous Amaterasu."

"Amaterasu? Is that the name of those black flames?"

"Why ask such questions when I can cover you in their warmth."

Izuna closed his eyes briefly, making Tobirama tense up.

"Amaterasu."

Opening his left eye, black streams of unholy fire rushed out at near impossible speed. Thanks to his heightened reflexes born from high-conditioned training, Tobirama dodged it. The flames quickly devoured the ground Tobirama just stood at.

Just getting started, Izuna released numerous torrents of flames from his eye, each shot directed at Tobirama's current location. Doomed to eventually get hit, Tobirama created four clones and used Flying Raijin in conjunction. Marking his clones quickly, the real Tobirama dodged the first set of waves while teleporting away to pre-existing markers. The clones acted as shields and were consumed in no time. But still the Amaterasu flames came rushing out from Izuna, quickly chasing down the Senju.

Teleporting to a relatively clean patch of land, Tobirama was mortified to see a sliver of the black flames impacting against his chest. Izuna smiled darkly, closing his eye at the immense amount of pain now coursing through it. But his right eye enjoyed the Hell he created, and the very same flames now daring to consume Tobirama.

Terrified, Tobirama quickly shot water from his mouth, but it had absolutely no effect against it. Spreading all over his chest, Tobirama decided to do a risky move to save his life. Placing a marker on his armored shoulder, Tobirama used the Flying Raijin to teleport the entire armor off of him. Appearing a few meters away, the entire blue chest armor burnt to a crisp, leaving nothing behind.

Tobirama's black shirt bore a hole from the intense heat of the Amaterasu's center point. His skin was slightly damaged, easily first degree burns according to his quick review. If the black flames truly penetrated his armor at that moment, Tobirama had no doubts he would be a dead man. His quick thinking and relative luck saved for.

Getting back up, Tobirama's forehead protector that doubled as a face mask fell down from his head. The remaining straps broke, leaving his bangs to cover his sweaty forehead. He felt exposed, but also lighter.

Tobirama picked up his katana, dirtied from the fight.

Izuna started to slowly approach Tobirama, appearing like a black demon in the flames he created. Tobirama realized that his left eye was closed, thankful for the reprieve.

"Why don't you just die already? You cannot win against this kind of firepower."

"I'll die when I finally die. Until then, expect this to not be easy."

"Hehehe, I still got loads of power left in me. You cannot even begin to compare against me."

"Hogwash."

"Is it so?"

Izuna extended his palm out, generating five small flames on each fingertip. He then slammed the palm against the ground.

"Fire Style: Uchiha Flame Formation."

Instantly the entire Earth formed cracks before a supreme cylindrical barrier formed around the area. Growing many meters tall and wide, it's walls were a reddish flame that swayed like water. And to Tobirama's astonishment, the heat it emitted was top-notch, making water style techniques almost ineffective against it.

Izuna was breathing hard but wore a smirk that screamed victory.

"This is a jutsu of my own creation, born for this specific purpose. You are now trapped in this cage of hell with me. And with limited mobility, you won't be able to run away from me anymore. This is your tomb."

Izuna's left eye opened, gushing out blood that rolled down his cheek. He also raised his katana, pointing it at Tobirama. Victory felt secured.

Acknowledging his predicament but not one to fold under challenging circumstances, Tobirama made a lone chuckle. Tobirama swung his arm, generated a nice sounding whip vibration before getting into a sword stance. Izuna was surprised to see such confidence on Tobirama's face.

"Again, I am not going to die so easily without a fight. Do your worst, because I too have yet to do mine."

Anger came across Izuna's face, vowing to end Tobirama's existence.

The same leaf that fell at the beginning of the battle flew up, impacting the barrier before disintegrating entirely.

Phase two was about to begin.

---

Six mountains were utterly destroyed from the groundbreaking duel. Barely any wildlife remained, a testament to the level of destruction.

Boom!

Surviving a brutal explosion, Madara's Susanoo jumped out from the epicenter and landed on some flat ground. Immediately it lost most of its features and regressed into a simple ribcage. It shrunk to accompany Madara's natural size.

Plish!

Hearing a supreme rushing noise, Madara looked at the sources direction and was amazed to see a massive pillar of fire in the distance. Hashirama did likewise.

Despite his injuries and situation against Hashirama, a smile came to Madara's face.

"Izuna, you finally performed that huh?"

"What is happening over there?" Asked Hashirama, staring at the massive pillar of fire at the distance. His Wood Golem however remained posed for battle despite losing an arm.

"Unfortunately for you, your brother Tobirama is going to pass away. His time on Earth is limited."

Shock overcame Hashirama's face.

"Explain!"

Hashirama was glaring daggers at Madara, whom the latter found amusing.

In an act to keep a superior air about him, Madara disengaged his Susanoo entirely and sat down on a boulder. He rested his chin on a fist that sat on a raised knee.

"Neither me or you can help either of our siblings now. That is a high-class Fire Style that is designed for detainment and protection. One touch and your entire being will turn into charcoal. And to make matters worse, it appears that my brother finally discovered his Mangekyo abilities."

"What? Izuna also has those same eyes now?"

"Yes. As my brother, it is natural for him to be an overachiever too."

In the end, Madara is actually happy at the turn of events. His circumstances against Hashirama is unfortunately typical, but his brother has stepped up his game. Perhaps his worry was ultimately meaningless after all. Besides, judging from those black flames that is barely visible inside the flame pillar, Izuna most likely attained Amaterasu.

Madara's smile became crazed.

'Well done Izuna. You have the same power as Indra now. I would have never guessed that would be your newfound power. Is it possible that you also have that in your other eye? If so, you will be invincible just like the eldest son of the Six Paths. Make me proud brother.'

Madara stood up straight, folding his arms in the process. Despite being elevated higher than Madara, Hashirama felt like that Madara was looking down on him.

"For once the luck of the Uchiha is about to flip Hashirama. So many negatives can affect a clan for so long before karma turns it around."

Hashirama however completely ignored Madara, irking the Uchiha. Madara saw Hashirama turning his head back at the fire barrier, eyes lost in worry.

'I need to go save Tobirama. If what Madara said was true, I cannot stand back and let him die. I refuse so.'

Whoosh!

Raising his head, Hashirama saw Madara charging down on him. Jumping back, he missed getting decapitated by his sickle. Madara landed on the head of the Wood Golem, using it as a rebounding center to rush after Hashirama.

Making the necessary hand signs, Hashirama summoned two great swords out from his still-sealed back scroll. Duel-wielding, he blocked both Madara's gunbai and sickle in one swing.

Hashirama's eyes turned blue, a rare indicator of him releasing his chakra.

"You leave me no choice. Strong Sword: Helmet Crusher."

Infusing massive amounts of purple colored chakra into his swords, Hashirama forced a tremendous quantity of pressure into his slash. To Madara's bewilderment, both his sickle and gunbai shattered, a fact he could not believe.

Slash!

Body ripped open vertically, Madara gasped as the same slash also destroyed the entire Wood Golem in the process. Split in two, it bled out water as the eight wood dragons screamed to the Heavens. Hashirama clenched his teeth, free falling between his destroyed avatar while looking at his slain opponent.

It couldn't be helped. Tobirama needs to be saved. Hopefully Madara survives long enough to be rescued.

Falling down to his death, Madara coughed up blood and damned himself for being so careless. His adrenaline made him reckless, and ultimately doomed him to an early grave. Izanagi should have been utilized, despite it being a death sentence for his eyesight. And another usage of Susanoo will seal one of his eyes guaranteed.

'I have no choice.'

Feeling like a meteor, Madara's left eye started to glow and spin, pouring out blood in the air.

"Amatsumikaboshi."

Like magic, time reversed itself as everything briefly stopped in the entire world. Slowly the seconds rolled back, showing Madara rising back into the air and standing on top of the Wood Golem. Swords exited him as his body healed itself, he found himself once again in the air, daring to pounce on Hashirama.

Time reset itself and restored everything back into motion.

Feeling déjà vu, Hashirama looked up to see Madara above him. To his surprise he was weaving hand seals.

"Fire Style: Majestic Hurricane."

Swinging his gunbai while also spewing fire, a grand shockwave of fire that generated tornadoes rained down on Hashirama. Having no chance to endure or block it, Hashirama used Earth Style to travel through his Wood Golem and exited out from a Wood Dragons mouth. The entire construct caught on fire, roaring in pain before falling apart.

Back on flatten ground, Hashirama took a knee, breathing hard as Madara too landed on a knee.

Both were at their breaking points as a cold stalemate ensued. Pieces of the Wood Golem and Dragons rained down, looking like a shower to symbolized the destructive force the two ninja were capable of.

To Madara's great woe, his left Mangekyo Sharingan felt dead, and morbidly realized that he has finally went blind in the eye. Hashirama noticed that the eye was entirely white, having no definite features anymore before Madara closed the eyelid.

"That sensation. I've felt it before in our last three battles. What is that jutsu you used?"

Madara, regaining his breathe, made a "hmph" sound since it was no longer necessary to keep the technique a secret. He cannot ever use it again anyway.

"That jutsu is a unique power born from my left eye. No known person in history claimed to ever attain it, so I called it Amatsumikaboshi."

"Amatsumikaboshi? I recognize that name as being a malignant deity from a religion."

"Correct. And I found it fitting for this technique. Dread Star of Heaven is perfect in more ways than one."

"Explain."

"Patience Hashirama. I'm getting to it."

Hashirama bit his bottom lip, wanting to know the secrets of this jutsu. After all, can he do the same for his right Mangekyo?

Madara touched his closed eyelid before removing his hand from the useless body part.

"Amatsumikaboshi is ultimately a space-time ninjutsu that allows the user to control the continuum at the highest level. Most specifically, the aspect of time itself. Whatever my eye casts itself on, I can reverse anything in my field of vision by a set amount of time. At full strength, I can go back as far as five minutes. But weakened enough, only by a few seconds as you have just seen."

Hashirama's face became surprised, finally understanding why sometimes Madara was able to defeat tactics he knew for sure would be fatal. Madara was a scary man indeed when it came how resourceful he was.

"And to my observation and research, others are affected by this jutsu too, but seem to never experience anything out of the ordinary other than what some assume to be destiny. Only you seem to have noticed the shift in the perspective of time, but only after the effect. Perhaps it is this jutsu's only weakness when somebody survives it enough times to put the pieces together."

Regaining some strength, Madara stood up fully. Hashirama did likewise, doing his best to get into a battle stance.

"Yin Style is used as a basis for this jutsu, making it appear similar to genjutsu. But the effects are entirely real, not some illusion to trick the mind. Sometimes I likened it to Izanagi, but far more practical and versatile in usage. If my entire army suddenly died, I could theoretically resurrect them all and allow their sense of premonition to change their fates."

"That jutsu sounds broken." Joked Hashirama, trying to lighten the tightness in his gut.

"Rest assured it is broken, since my eye is now useless. It can never be used again."

"So, you really are blind in that eye?"

"Correct."

"But what about your right eye Madara? To this day you never seem to perform any jutsu with it, unless I am mistaken and never noticed it."

A dry smile came across Madara's face, now also getting into a battle stance.

"That jutsu is too dangerous to use, even by my standards. In practice it is hard to control, with each usage degenerating my eyes even further. Besides a single use of that, Susanoo, or Izanagi will cause total blindness to me now. It is not worth it. Heck, maintaining my right Mangekyo Sharingan is too much already."

At that statement his eye devolved back into the basic Sharingan. At this stage, he could barely see, everything appearing to be grey and inverted. Depth perception was lost, making it even worse.

"Madara, why go so far? While you can still see, lets unite our forces and change the ninja world forever. We can convince our clans and save our brothers from their duel. Please do not allow your heart to become blind to a better reality."

Madara suddenly began to cackle madly, shooting dread down Hashirama's spine.

"Your still on that nonsense Hashirama? Peace between us is impossible, just like how the highest gods look down on Naraku. It cannot be done. Our history is soaked in too much warfare for any of us to grow pass it. Do you not remember that our fathers killed each other on that fateful day?"

Hashirama clenched his fists.

"I vividly remember that day like it was yesterday."

"Then why preach such nonsense every time I see you? Is it because of our brief childhood friendship Hashirama? I've long ago discarded such garbage memories from my memory banks. I'd advised you do the same since it was just childish gibberish in the end."

"That not true and you know it Madara. Such a bond can never be so easily thrown away. Look past the hatred and you will see the light too."

"There is no light in this world Hashirama. Only darkness and death exist. I am the living proof of that." Yelled Madara, now getting pissed at the conversation.

"Madara, have you not heard the saying that 'in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king'?' You can be the guiding light for all of those who are trapped in such darkness. Allow me to be the torch you hold to realize this."

"Tch', your persistence is annoying Hashirama. Enough talk. I grow weary of hearing your mumbling."

Hashirama slowly closed his eyes, hating the fact his wisdom was falling on deaf ears.

But alas he was powerless to change his heart.

"So be it." Said Hashirama, opening his eyes and finding the conviction to win the battle through brute force, not through diplomacy.

Madara smiled at the instinct to kill in Hashirama's eyes.

"I like that look in your eyes Hashirama. Now we are talking."

Madara sealed away his sickle and gripped both hands to his gunbai.

"Fire Style: Great Fanned Fire."

Swinging the fan, three enormous swirls of fire was released. Charging straight at Hashirama, the Senju leader clapped his hands together as his will for victory grew.

"Wood Style: Domed Wall Jutsu."

A fortified dome appeared before Hashirama but allowing the back to be exposed.

Boom!

All three swirls impacted against the shield, detonating in a dazzling explosion. Unharmed, Hashirama turned around to see Madara coming at his blind spot. Upon being in range, the previous fire style jutsu's smoke covered Hashirama's vision. Being in near touching distance, Madara attempted to cut Hashirama's eyes out with a kunai, but Hashirama covered the backside of the dome.

Now trapped inside, Madara started to hack away at Hashirama inside of the enclosed dome. But to his dismay, the bloody Hashirama turned out to be a wood clone.

The real Hashirama was outside of the dome, using both Earth Style and camouflage from the smoke to escape. He transformed his entire hand into a miniature wood dragon, intending to merge it with the dome and start stealing Madara's chakra reserves.

"Fire Style: Great Fire Annihilation."

The entire dome glowed red before cracking open and exploding. Slightly dazed from the backlash, Madara was scorched and discarded his ripped clothing, revealing a muscular chest. Hashirama was speechless at how far Madara was pushing himself while walking out the makeshift crater.

"I am not finished yet Hashirama. I can still go on."

Knowing any form of retort would be pointless, Hashirama summoned a sword and charged right at Madara. Not dismayed in the slightest bit, Madara too rushed in at Hashirama.

With determination for utmost victory or glory, both swung their weapons down at their opponent's head.

Clash!

---

A supreme silence filled the battlefield, with only the Amaterasu flames making any noise on the terrain. The heat was nightmarish, making both combatants sweat like pigs in the makeshift furnace.

But they never once closed their eyes as dirty sweat rolled down their brows.

In every three seconds, both Izuna and Tobirama inched forward, stopping when the ground underneath made any noise.

Wielding mirroring scowls, both envisioned victory and the desire to end their years long rivalry once and for all. Their fathers killed each other, their younger brothers were slain by the opposing clan members, and their mothers both died from illness and a broken heart.

Enough is enough.

Slowly they inched along, feeling one with the flames that burned just like their convictions.

Both took the same step, crushing a leaf underneath them.

"Now."

Both Izuna and Tobirama rushed forward, looking like shimmers that produced afterimages.

Clash!

Colliding their swords together, the very same sparks flew down and ignited the dried leaves around them. Seeing their reflections in their rivals blade, both disengaged and started to hack at the other with complete abandon.

Second slash.

Ten slashes.

Fifty slashes.

Two-Hundred slashes.

Both sporting cuts all over them, Izuna managed to grab Tobirama's wrist and flail him around. Before being launched, Tobirama kicked him in the face, being released as Izuna flew back.

Landing on his feet, Tobirama immediately chased him. Izuna recovered and pointed his blade at the ground.

Stab!

Planting his blade into the floor, Izuna performed a hand spring from the hilt. Missed decapitating Izuna by a hair, Tobirama turned around to see Izuna land behind him. The Uchiha member turned around and released a 'Fire Style: Giant Fireball Jutsu' with frightening speed. Performing the necessary hand seals, Tobirama quickly released water from his mouth in the form of 'Water Style: Water Wall Jutsu'.

Bang!

With steam filling up the immediate location, Izuna observed the landscape with his Mangekyo Sharingan. Seeing shuriken passing through the smoke, Izuna dodged them all thanks to his heightened awareness.

Plow!

Tobirama rushed through the smokescreen, sword pointing straight between Izuna's eyes. Izuna got on guard, ready to split Tobirama's jaw open.

Mere inches away, Tobirama eyes shimmered.

Slash!

With his stomach completely ripped open, Izuna was bug-eyed as blood and guts leaked out from him. Coughing up blood, Izuna cursed as he collapsed by landing on his knees before impacting the ground face first.

Few feet behind Izuna's prone body, Tobirama's entire body was shaking as his shoulders went up and down. Hearing incoherent noises escaping Izuna's throat, he ominously turned around to gaze at his fallen opponent.

Izuna wasn't moving, mouth slowly opening and closing as strange choking noises took place.

"Flying Raijin: Strike. You may not remember, but earlier in our battle I'd touched your chest. I'd marked you so that I can have the opportunity just for this occasion. My trump card. You never saw it coming, did you?"

Nothing came out of Izuna's mouth, still breathing erratically.

Tobirama walked towards Izuna, positioning his blade over his back.

"Goodbye."

Stish!

Tobirama penetrated his blade into Izuna, causing the Uchiha's eyes to widen. Heart pierced, his Mangekyo Sharingan vanished as soulless white eyes took their place.

He won the duel.

Tobirama took a knee, leaving both palms on the hilt as he stared at Izuna's upturned cheek.

"I always hated you, but nonetheless I still respected your power and fortitude. If only you weren't blind to your ideals, perhaps we could have worked something out. But I guess you Uchiha are cursed thanks to your blood and eyes. A shame really."

Finishing a quick prayer and eulogy, Tobirama got up to view the entire body of Izuna. He almost appeared at peace. Taking his sword out, Tobirama scanned the arena and was still perplexed at why the barrier did not disappeared. Or why the black flames continued to burn. Is it possible that a time limit was set up?

"Perhaps I can escape with Earth Style by traveling underground outside of the barriers reach. I doubt this barrier travels too far underground. Or use Flying Raijin and escape the perimeters. I'd marked Hashirama and should be able to teleport out."

Unbeknownst to Tobirama, a bloody smile appeared on Izuna's face.

Poof!

"What the Hell?" Yelled Tobirama, shocked to see Izuna's entire body exploding in a puff of smoke.

A shadow quickly approached Tobirama's blind spot.

"You are wide open." Said a familiar voice behind Tobirama. A cold feel traveled through the Senju's spine.

Turning around, Izuna, fully healed, was alive and stabbed Tobirama in the gut. Twisting his body by a mere inch at the last second, Tobirama avoided absolute death.

Breathing heavily as light amounts of blood dripped down from his mouth, Tobirama grimly realized that he was fooled. And what's worse, his own jutsu was used against him.

Hatred appeared on Tobirama's face as Izuna smiled wickedly.

"I see now. Shadow Clone Jutsu. You copied it, didn't you?" Said Tobirama, trying his best at not coughing up blood.

Dark chuckling escaped Izuna's lips.

"Thanks to the Sharingan, I can always see the smallest of details. Even hand signs in the middle of combat. Seeing that technique many times beforehand, it was second nature to learn. Thanks for a new technique."

Izuna slightly dug his sword deeper into Tobirama, causing the Senju to curse inwardly.

"When did you utilized it?"

Izuna's Mangekyo Sharingan glowed from the good feelings.

"When I disengaged from my sword and planted in to the ground. In the moment I was above you, thus briefly escaping your vision, I created the clone and used body flicker to escape. From a taijutsu user, I learned the 'Shadow of the Dancing Leaf', which allowed me to be in my clone's shadow before escaping. Not even a sensor such as you are keen enough to see that escape."

Tobirama coughed up blood and landed on Izuna's chest.

"Tch', after giving me such a beautiful death speech, you still end up coughing up blood on me. What a vile creature you truly are Tobirama, but even I am nice enough to give you a proper burial. Cremation will be perfect for you."

Making a dark laugh, Izuna dislodged his sword from Tobirama and kicked him away.

Poof!

Tobirama exploded in a puff of smoke, revealing it to be a Shadow Clone.

"I already knew you were a shadow clone, made when our elemental attacks collided. I know you are hiding underground Tobirama. Do you forget my eyes can see chakra even underneath the Earth?"

Tobirama immediately burst out, appearing no different than before.

"For a sensor you are quite too sensitive even in battle. How did you had the foresight to send a clone after my clone and draw the real me out with my perceived victory? Even your impressive speed and senses shouldn't have been able to see me escape with my teleportation jutsu."

"You ask too many questions. Just call it experience."

"Hehe, I cannot wait to end your arrogant behind."

"Likewise."

Both ninja got into their respective combat stances, swords drawn for action.

'At this rate, this fight will never end. We understand each other's abilities too much and are roughly at the same level. And thanks to this fiery landscape, heat exhaustion or heatstroke's are likely to happen. It is time to try that out.'

Izuna used his free hand to remove the bangs covering his forehead.

Concentrating chakra into his right eye, blood started to leak from it. But to his surprise, nothing happened besides gaining a feeling of heat.

Heat that was directed towards the surrounding black flames.

Eyes focusing on the black flames, a rush of telekinetic control started to happen. The black flames immediately started to twist and contort, turning into any shape he could imagine.

He can manipulate the Amaterasu flames. A master of the flames of Hell itself.

Tobirama became alarmed when the flames started to change and shape shift out of the blue. The Hell kind of power was this?

"I can see."

The Amateraus flames immediately became animated and started to rush after Tobirama. Alarmed, Tobirama used Earth Style to escape the tsunami, but quickly left the Earth when black flames penetrated that too. Jumping and dodging, the endless waves started to shoot miniature missiles at him, forcing the Senju to sacrifice precious chakra by sending clones out as shields. Some of the flames took on a misshapen humanoid form, attempting to get in high-speed taijutsu matches against Tobirama.

Dodging a devastating kick from the humanoid, Tobirama backed away and formed some quick hand seals. Izuna recognized the sequence as another original jutsu from the Uchiha Clan.

"Fire Style: Phoenix Flower Jutsu."

Cupping a hand around his mouth, Tobirama released six miniature fireballs at the humanoid. Grinning as its hollowed eyes twinkled, it allowed the fireballs to hit its chest. But to Tobirama's dismay, it did absolutely nothing to the entity.

"Damn, so fighting fire with fire does not work in this situation. I-"

Seemingly using body flicker, the humanoid appeared before Tobirama and tried to uppercut him. Dodging it by a hair, Tobirama saw a black fist coming straight to his nose.

Tobirama, unable to initiate Flying Raijin, held his breathe as his end drew closer.

About to get punched in the face, the humanoid suddenly disintegrated into a flaming pile, sparing the Senju from absolute death. Izuna from afar was coughing up spittle, closing his right eye from the sheer agony.

Once again Tobirama thanked the Heavens for his luck and Izuna's inexperience with such eyes. Tobirama quickly got on a clean patch of ground, a rarity at this stage of the match.

Vision shaking, Izuna recognized the jutsu. According to the tablet deciphered from Madara's Mangekyo Sharingan, the eldest son Indra Otsutsuki could use a jutsu that controls the Amatrasu. A supplementary and support jutsu. Hailed from his right eye, he called it 'Kagutsuchi' and used it numerous times against Ashura.

A perfect jutsu indeed to possess.

Izuna began to chuckle as he wiped the blood off from his cheek. Tobirama's infamous water styles are now truly useless against him. He now has total control of the terrain.

"What was that jutsu?" Gasped Tobirama, amazed that he almost died so easily. To easily use shape transformation against such flames should be impossible, regardless of talent.

"Kagutsuchi."

"Kagutsuchi?"

Izuna, now fully composed, burst out laughing in another fit of mania. Tobirama was disgusted by the Uchiha's increasing delusions of grandeur.

"With this and Amaterasu, I wield control over the flames of Hell itself. I am fire. I am death."

Izuna then started to point at Tobirama, proclaiming that he was going to perish no matter what. Both Mangekyo eyes appeared crazed.

"Your insane."

Widening his left eye, Izuna released numerous Amaterasu waves at Tobirama. Thinking fast, Tobirama began to teleport all over the area that was marked by his weapons.

Swish!

Pssh!

Fletch!

Running low on chakra, Tobirama released clones and shuriken to act as either locators, shields, or decoys at the ensuring chaos. To the untrained eye, it appeared that hundreds of Tobirama's were scattered over the arena, with many more replacing the vanishing afterimages. Growing tired, Izuna closed his left eye, even falling to his knees at the sheer agony.

Weaving numerous hand signs, Tobirama performed 'Water Style: Severing Wave' to create a path out from the black flames. But to his horror, the water streaming from his mouth immediately evaporated upon touching the black flames.

"Damn it all. I really can't get rid of these cursive flames. This is not good."

Hopping on a tree, Tobirama reevaluated the environment and knew his chances of survival were practically non-existent. Easily ninety-nine percent of the total area was scorched, leaving little to sit on.

He was screwed.

"I might end up regretting this, but it is worth it. Shadow Clone Jutsu."

Creating a cross with his fingers, a clone of Tobirama materialized. Jumping from the tree, the clone used 'Earth Style: Hiding Like a Mole Jutsu' to merge with a safe patch of sand. Traveling underground, the clone went towards the direction of Hashirama before colliding against the Uchiha Flame Wall. Cursing, the clone roared in pain as the fire destroyed his flesh.

He disappeared, making the real Tobirama gasp from the painful memories and realization he couldn't escape.

Tobirama was forced to take a knee on the tree branch.

"Darn it all. That was the furthest I could travel underground, and it still failed. Can this blasted thing also prevent space-time ninjutsu? I cannot risk spending the chakra on a clone to test it out. What should I do?"

Tobirama saw Izuna regaining his composure, though his left eye was still tightly closed.

Knowing he doesn't have much time left, Tobirama threw shuriken at Izuna, with some compacting against the higher Amaterasu fires.

Izuna's right eye widened at seeing the attack.

"Kagutsuchi."

Izuna made the shuriken-cloaked Amaterasu flames disappear, but then his right eye felt horrible. Closing it, Izuna did his best to move his body, but several of the shuriken struck his being.

Izuna fell back to the floor, mortified that his arms, legs, and ribs were injured. Painfully he plucked them off, but it was damning to know that his chakra levels and overall health decreased significantly.

He was close to reaching his limit.

Drawing out his katana, Izuna planted it against a rock and used it as a crutch to rise up. Blood dripping everywhere, Izuna's entire body was shaking as he forced his eyes open. To his great dismay, his eyes were forced to return to their default state, no longer able to use even the basic Sharingan.

The blood stopped dripping down his cheeks, but to Izuna's discomfort, his vision felt hazy and less crisp.

His vision deteriorated from the fight.

"Curses. It is true after all with these eyes. I am going blind. Darn it all."

Tobirama jumped from his sitting position, appearing several meters before Izuna. Exhausted, he too took out his blade and struck it against the ground as a crutch. He has enough strength for perhaps a few more jutsu before going out in unconscious land.

This was the final stage.

Nothing was said. Nothing was heard. Both ninja simply breathed and stared at their greatest rival. Fiery embers slowly rained down like snow, covering their bodies and the ground in soot.

On a patch of land that surrounded a perimeter of a hundred yards, this was the final area not scorched in fire. Everything else was damned, including the tree Tobirama just left from. Outside of the fire barrier, a lightning storm grew in the distance, shooting out streaks of bolts to intensify the atmosphere.

Boom!

Thunder rang across the sky, shaking the landscape right down to the foundation. Tobirama and Izuna saw the lightning flash, covering the area in a blueish shadow.

Yet not once did the combatants took their eyes away from their enemy.

Hearts bumping through their chest, the end game echoed its closing credits through their heads. It was time for the finale.

"We are both finished Izuna. Just like me, you can only do so much before throwing the towel."

"So what? Long as you are dead at my feet then I will be happy. Even if my life is forfeited."

"You always talk a tough game, but reality is showing me something anything than what bravado you are spewing."

"You think you are so smart and cool. Always thinking you are right when in fact you are nothing more than horse crap. I cannot wait to bury your sorry ass here."

A dry smile came across Tobirama's face. The enraged Izuna became even more mad.

"The Hell is so goddamn funny to you? Do you not realize your predicament?"

"I wonder if our own fathers had a conversation just like this before they killed each other? It seems fitting that their sons continue the fight they failed to finish."

Izuna allowed a nasty sneer to cross his lips.

"How dare you talk about that to me. You have no right to question or converse with me about that."

"Stop acting like that you are the only one hurt from that day. We both lost a father and can never get them back. I've known you for years. Virtually my entire life and yet I am no closer to understanding you."

"Why bother? We are oil and water. Our clans hated each other for whole centuries. Countless generations killing each other off in the name of justice. Peace and understanding between us is impossible and pointless. Too much blood has been spilled. We cannot forgive you."

Tobirama fixed his position, finding his legs getting tired at each passing second.

"I used to think the same too. I used to see you Uchiha nothing more as monsters that deserved to be purged. But when your own members started to defect to our clan, I was highly against it and wanted them to either be executed or used as simple shields. But slowly I began to listen to them and understand how your clan thinks."

"You know nothing about us. Those traitors are nothing more than cowards who cannot understand loyalty. They will stab your back if you allow them too."

"Even so, I was given the opportunity to understand your psychology. Some even offered up their bodies to be examined by our medics, to help us understand their physiology and most importantly, the Sharingan."

"What!?"

Izuna was so pissed that he began to grind his teeth. Those traitorous pigs will be killed by his own two hands for revealing their long-kept secrets.

"Your lineage is cursed. Your blood is the reason why you think the way you do, and unable to see the bigger picture. Love and pain are the gateway to your fallacies."

"Shut up. You know nothing of us. Just because you did a few science experiments that suddenly you know everything about us. Trifling buffoon, I'll kill you where you stand."

"We'll see." Said Tobirama, enjoying the madness contorting Izuna's face. Once they perform their final jutsu's, Tobirama is betting on his anger to cloud his judgement. Even a single lapse in logical thinking can make a difference in combat. His experience in wars taught him that painful lesson.

Another lightning strike sounded off, eclipsing the area in a frightening light.

"How did you get those eyes?" Asked Tobirama, needing to know the source of Izuna's pain.

"I rather go to the grave and burn in Hell than tell you that bastard."

"Why? Afraid of the truth that I might be on to something."

Izuna crunched his teeth so much that blood escaped his cracked gums.

Somewhere in Izuna's brain, something snapped deep within his reservoirs. Like all of the anger he stored was released from his synapses.

"Mangekyo Sharingan again huh?" Asked Tobirama, seeing the eyes once again appearing in Izuna's skull.

Unable to speak, Izuna stood up firmly and let go of his katana's hilt. Ominously, he extended his right arm out, palm pointing towards the sky.

Right Mangekyo spinning, all of the available Amaterasu flames magically came alive and rushed after Izuna. Surprised to not see any coming after him and instead towards the caster, Tobirama saw all of the flames including the earlier regular flames condensing into his palm. An unholy sphere blacker than night all that remained, crackling with black lightning and shining in an eerie manner.

Will-O-wisps appearing from some demonic origin generated around Izuna, which created phantom shapes of the image of screaming men. Even terrifying noises came from their mouths, sending terror down Tobirama's spine.

The area once again became caked in a blueish shadow, cascading terror on the arena as Izuna's image warped with madness.

"You've brought this upon yourself. You've made me to this. Now it is time for you to be reaped, you bastard."

Eyes almost appearing an unnatural red, Izuna's chakra grew to unprecedented levels, burning the very Earth underneath him. Outside of the barrier, Izuna's very own chakra escaped and penetrated from the surfaces of lakes and ponds, reaching up to the very clouds themselves. The color of the entire sky and immediate location changed, becoming grey-scaled and dirty. Lightning strikes became a deep red, burning everything around and forcing some ninja to dodge them.

Hair spiking up, the air around Izuna appeared in a different form of animation, looking out worldly and alien-like. Tobirama braced himself, shocked to see such pressure emitting from a tired foe. What were the limits of Izuna?

"You have no say about the Uchiha. Resistance is futile against our might. One blast and you'll become cinders. We win, and you lose."

A purplish-black aura generated around Izuna, painting his outline a terrifying white. Somehow a lone lightning strike passed through the barrier and collided against Izuna, caking his body in more power. Steam pouring out from his mouth as his screaming became deeper in bass, dragon-like energy wisps spiraled out from his aura, roaring in synchronization to Izuna. Phantom afterimages of Izuna's face rushed at Tobirama, making the Senju putting up his best guard before realizing that it dissipated before touching him.

Izuna's right arm became a mixture of bloody red and black, a tell-tale sign of fourth degree burns. Cracks were running all through it, ending just pass his shoulder and upper back. The orb in his palm grew by many diameters, appearing like a massive sphere that spun just like a planet. A sole white light was visible in the black sphere, appearing like an evil eye looking out from a portal. Many of the dragon-wisps circled around it before dissipating.

All upper garments and remaining ninja tools blew away from Izuna, leaving his entire chest and stomach naked. Even parts of his pants blew away, revealing all of his injuries from the duel.

But he paid them no mind.

Witnessing Izuna's extraordinary transformation, Tobirama figured that he might as well perform his strongest jutsu while he still has the strength and time for it.

After all, the pride of the Senju's was on the line.

Letting go his sword and sheathing it, Tobirama made the snake seal, the beginning of his final attacks.

"This is it. Prepare yourself Izuna."

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Author Notes: The first half of this "One-Shot" has been released. The second half will be released next friday. Stay tuned for that.

As for Madara's Mangekyo abilities, I originally had plenty of room to work around with. In the actual series, he never used its abilities besides Susanoo. So a few things could have happened:

1. He has the same abilities as Sasuke and Indra (anime-wise since the manga never explored them). Thus he would have Amaterasu and/or Kagutsuchi (though Anime Indra never used the latter). This is further supported in the anime since Indra and Sasuke has the same Mangekyo design, though it makes one wonder why Madara doesn't and the fact Indra has a totally different design in the manga.

2. Acquired original powers that had the same technique in both eyes (like Obito's Kamui or Shisui's Kotoamatsukami) or two different techniques in a sole eye (like Itachi's Tsukuyomi and Amaterasu).

Since I gave Izuna the same eye powers as Sasuke, it makes sense that Madara will gain some original jutsu. While his right Mangekyo power remains unknown, but his left's technique, "Amatsumikaboshi", was a perfect addition to Madara's overall abilities. To understand my reasoning for giving Madara this jutsu, let me explain the backstory. For the name, a malicious shinto god who is rumored to be older than the five heavenly gods themselves already makes the name sound appealing. And since the name is shared by a badass Marvel comics villain, it made it fitting for Madara to have such a name. And most Mangekyo Sharingan jutsu's are named after Shinto gods, I said "why not" and made it a reality.

As for the power of Amatsumikaboshi, it was inspired by Ultimate Ninja Storm Generations (Tale of Madara Uchiha) and Naruto Shippudden: Episode 338. For the former, there was a brief scene where Madara seemingly reversed time against a fuma shuriken thrown by Hashirama. After blocking it with his gunbai while his left Eternal Mangekyo glows and spins, the shuriken magically goes back to Hashirama, who manages to catch it with a tree branch. For the latter, Izanagi performed by Rai Uchiha to resurrect deceased Uchiha members contradicts every other instance of Izanagi as a genjutsu 'performed on oneself'. It should be impossible to use such a power on others, thus making it a mistake by the animators, regardless how cool it was (unless his Mangekyo played a role in this diversion). Nonetheless, both depictions was used for the creation of Amatsumikaboshi's development.

While unsaid in the actual story of this fanfic, but Amatsumikaboshi cannot stop time or fast forward it. Only reversing it up to five minutes tops. And upon a single usage, even by a mere second, a cool down period of ten minutes takes place. So until the time lapse passes, it becomes impossible to use Amatsumikaboshi, another drawback for the time manipulating jutsu.

And to help explain why Madara may have never used Amatsumikaboshi in the actual series, but upon being reanimated, Madara had no need to reverse time. The kage's and shinobi alliance gave him no reason to reverse anything since it would impede the Ten-Tails resurrection even longer. And upon being pinned by Hashirama's torii seals as Obito became the Ten-Tails jinchuriki, Madara simply gave no fucks since his contingency plan (Black Zetsu) was going to help fix the situation in his favor. Now the ONLY time I can see Madara using Amatsumikaboshi was when Black Zetsu was converting his body into Kaguya's, but I theorize it that Madara couldn't use it since Black Zesu had total control of his body. Thus he was doomed and unable to use his saving grace (which would have been Madara traveling back to the point of him saying "I am the savior of this world", brutally rip Black Zetsu to shreds, and have a honorable duel against Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, Kakashi, and Obito).

In Ultimate Ninja Storm 4, some original jutsu in said game was used in this fanfic. And those include "Strong Sword: Helmet Crusher" and "Fire Style: Majestic Hurricane". The jutsu "Fire Style: Great Fanned Fire" was used in multiple Ninja Storm games, mainly by Obito in his Fourth Great War costume. I am saying all of this just in case for clarification and reference reasons.

And as for why Tobirama Senju could use all five chakra natures, it was explicitly stated in the Fourth Databook that he could. This is highly impressive for a shinobi with no known kekkei genkai's, a feat shared with Hiruzen Sarutobi. So this is the reason why Tobirama used many different styles of jutsu against Izuna.

And yes in the anime, Tobirama was the one to use the Infinite Darkness Jutsu. So that explains why he has it, and with me taking it a step further and having him to be the one to create it. And as for the genjutsu combating against other genjutsu trope, this was borrowed from the anime when Kabuta failed to override Izanami with his Tayuya genes.

According to the Second Databook, Amaterasu is considered to be the "antipodes" to Tsukuyomi. They are opposites, yet born from the same mold. Nonetheless I didn't necessarily want Izuna to be a "earlier" version of Itachi Uchiha. Yet I know some will flank me for making Izuna "another" version of Sasuke, which is perfectly understandable. But due to his appearance, I've always envisioned him to have similar powers to Sasuke, not having original Mangekyo powers like my version of Madara. Take it as you see fit, but at least my perspective is out there.

Now some might flag me for making Amaterasu "too OP", but I think I did a reasonable job in the realm of reality. I've always thought that Kagutsuchi could make the Amaterasu technique far more versatile than what was shown in the series. And as a fanfic writer, I decided to explore and expand on such a notion. Nonetheless, Amaterasu still has the same weaknesses shown in the canon series such as being able to be avoided (like the Fourth Raikage's speed), blocked (Gaara's sand or Naruto's version one cloak), deflected (Deva Path's Almighty Push), absorbed (Preta Path or Kamui), or sealed away (Jiraiya's Sealing Jutsu: Fire Seal).

And to close my case with Amaterasu, in general I've grown to dislike the term "Blaze Style/ Inferno Style". In practice, a single Mangekyo Sharingan having this power should be able to span hundreds or thousands of unique jutsu since it is a advanced nature release. But it can't, or at the least never has. It just a fancy term that literally manipulates the Amaterasu flames. "Kagutsuchi", the other half of the original Blaze Style is perfect on its own, and does not need the first half to perform all of the function Blaze Style entails. So this is why that "Blaze Style" was entirely omitted from the actual story. And for the record, "Blaze Style: Honoikazuchi" should be applied just like Kagutsuchi, and that being its own original Mangekyo Sharingan jutsu that either offensive or supportive. Yes this jutsu is anime-only, but such a cool concept should have been utilized more efficiently and make it different than the most basic administration of Kagutsuchi. Or at the least make it a support jutsu that manipulates the Amaterasu flames in a entirely different manner that Kagutsuchi could never do. That just my take on the manner.

As for Izuna, it felt good to give him a high plethora of abilities. In the manga, all he had was kenjutsu (swordsmanship), Sharingan (which he used to see shuriken being slowed down), and unknown abilities for his Mangekyo Sharingan while being rumored to be on par with Madara. Not bad, but somewhat lackluster. The anime made it a little better since Izuna used "Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu" and genjutsu via Sharingan, but still came up short overall. So these shortcomings ultimately convinced me to give Izuna these:

1 (Generic Techniques): Body Flicker, Substitution, Transformation, and Shadow Clone Jutsu (copied).

2 (Taijutsu): Shadow of the Dancing Leaf, and strong enough to fling Tobirama around with a single hand.

3 (Nature Transformations): Fire Style: Giant Fireball Jutsu, Fire Style: Uchiha Flame Formation (invented it), Lightning Style: Lightening Rat Tremor, and coating lightning chakra through his blade.

4 (Sharingan Exclusive): Keen to the smallest details, copying ninjutsu, and seeing chakra as color.

5 Mangekyo Sharingan): Amaterasu and Kagutsuchi.

So I hoped you liked this extensive library of attacks to Izuna's caliber.