Centuries ago, there was a man who existed in the world. This man was so powerful, many people referred to him as a god. This man saved the world alongside his brother from a monster known as the Ten Tails, or the Juubi. This man was the Sage of the Six Paths, the one who would seal the Juubi inside himself and become it's living prison, the one who would establish peace and order- his name was Hagoromo Otsutsuki. Hagoromo longed for peace, and created teachings known as Ninshu, to guide humanity into the peace he so wished for. With many followers, it seemed at first that the Sage's dream had become a reality. However, he knew that he would not live forever, and on his deathbed, he chose a successor.

Hagoromo himself had two sons, the older and prodigious son Indra, and the younger and talentless Asura. Both sons wished to complete their father's dream, and both had ideas of how to go about it. Indra knew he had power and a weaker version of his Grandmothers eyes- the Sharingan. He knew his power was unique and that he was special. He trained by himself and saw that he could do anything in the world with his own strength. Indra's idea of how to bring peace was through power alone- by dominating the world, he would stop all wars and fighting and bring peace. Asura had no talent or power at first. He couldn't do anything by himself, and was always considered weaker than his brother. However, on his own travels around the world, Asura gained many followers of his own, and many friends. These people were precious to him and he found that by working together with everyone, he was able to do anything.

Eventually, Asura's own Chakra and abilities awakened, and he gained the power he'd inherited from his father also- the body. Asura gained great strength, regenerative abilities, powerful life force and the ability to enter Six Paths Sage Mode. His abilities increased to the point where he was on par with his older brother. On his deathbed, as well as giving his son his inheritance, Hagoromo named Asura as the heir to Ninshu and entrusted him with the task of bringing peace to the world, after which he split the Juubi's Chakra into nine separate entities that he each gave a name to. The Sage then used the last of his life-force to create a construct in which he sealed away the Juubi's husk, which would one day be called the moon. However, Indra, blinded by greed, jealousy and hatred towards his sibling and manipulated by Black Zetsu, a manifestation of their Grandmothers will- challenged his brother for the title of heir. The two brothers fought fiercely, however, eventually Asura defeated his older brother in battle. Indra, now even more enraged at his loss to his 'weakling younger brother' fled and vowed to beat him one day.

Over the years, Indra and Asura continued to battle one another. Both brothers still held their beliefs that power/love was the key to true peace, however, neither had any time to think about that as the battles raged on. Down through the years, they fought, and eventually both started families of their own. Split apart by differing opinions and hatred towards each other's families, the two ended up taking different last names. Asura chose the name of Senju, while Indra chose to change his last name to Uchiha. Over time, the Senju split into two separate Clans, the second becoming known as the Uzumaki Clan. Eventually Indra and Asura both passed on like their father, leaving the Uchiha and Senju to carry on their fight down through the centuries.

However, neither one was willing to give up on their beliefs, and, despite the fact that Asura didn't want to fight anymore, he knew that if he didn't do something, there would be no one to stop Indra when he appeared again in a new life, Asura also wanted to try and mend the rift that had been created between them. So both of the brothers, with such powerful Chakra that they could keep from passing on, chose new vessel's to carry on their beliefs, will and Chakra. Asura chose a Senju as his next reincarnation. This Senju was Hashirama Senju. When Indra chose his Transmigrant, it was an Uchiha boy named Madara Uchiha. Both lived their lives in the Warring States Era, and despite getting off to a good start of being best friends, the hatred between their clans eventually split them apart again. The two fought countless battles, both as children and as adults, but eventually were able to put aside their differences and create the village of Konohagakure, in which children wouldn't have to die and would learn the abilities they needed to survive. Just when it seemed like both friends were going to be able to put an end to the hatred that had plagued themselves and their Clans since the beginning of the Shinobi world- Madara was again manipulated by Black Zetsu, who had altered the Tablet Hagoromo had created to set his Uchiha descendants back on the right path.

Madara left the village, then returned later with The Sage's third oldest son and first creation, Kurama, the Nine Tailed Fox under the control of his Sharingan. The two fought and Hashirama believed that he had killed his former friend; however the man survived by using one of his Mangekyo Sharingan techniques to rewrite time so that he lived, and, still being manipulated by Black Zetsu, integrated a small portion of Hashirama's DNA that he'd managed to bite off during their battle into his own wounds. At first the DNA seemed to do nothing but heal him, but as he reached the end of his natural life, Madara awakened his ancestral fathers Dojutsu, the Rinnegan. With the power of the Sage at his disposal the Uchiha managed to extract the Juubi's body from the moon, which he called the Gedo Statue.

By attaching himself to it, Madara was able to live far beyond his natural lifespan, and eventually met a wounded Uchiha boy named Obito Uchiha from the leaf village that had been found in the underground tunnels that he'd constructed over the years. After drawing the boy over to his side by saving him and having Rin Nohara, the girl he'd loved die by the hand of Obito's best friend, Kakashi Hatake Madara told Obito how to complete the Eye Of The Moon Plan, which, unknown to him, was Kaguya's plan to trap everyone in a fake world while she took back the Chakra that her sons had given to everyone else. Obito, wanting Rin back, gladly followed his ancestors plan after Madara died, leaving him with a creation called Zetsu to watch over and guide him. This is where our story really starts.

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Hashirama Senju slowly opened his eyes. The last thing he remembered was fighting in the first Great Ninja War and being struck down from behind. He also remembered the devastated look on his little brother Tobirama's face as he fell. Hashirama was by no means an arrogant person, however, being killed by some no-name Shinobi was pretty embarrassing, even by his standards. The Shodai' sighed, he'd always said he'd protect his last brother and make sure he lived for as long as possible, however, he never imagined after everything he'd been through that it would be him who would get struck down and killed. The man sighed deeply, he was the oldest and he couldn't even protect his own younger brothers.

Hell, Tobirama could have died right after that for all he knew so his death meant nothing in the long run. Thinking about such things brought on the Senju's (in)famous flash depressions and Hashirama slumped over with a dark cloud hovering over him, thundering occasionally. Was his baby brother really dead? Had he really been so much of a failure in life that he couldn't even save one person that he cared about? Suddenly, Hashirama stood up straight again. Yes, he was dead. But if he was dead, then where was he now? Looking around, the Shodai' saw that the area was a – well, he couldn't really call it a room, it was more like a vast expanse of space, swirling with glittering colours, mostly though a combination of dark purple and gold. Looking down, he noticed the floor he was standing on wasn't really a floor at all, instead it was a huge body of water.

Looking down into the depths, Hashirama saw in its reflection that he was dressed in his battle armour and it was pristinely clean, as was his skin and hair. He raised an eyebrow at this. During his time, there was never enough time to spend washing one's body and clothes so that you were completely free of dirt and marks, especially since you would most likely just get dirty again the next day. "Well," he spoke to himself, as there was seemingly no one around but himself to talk to, "this is most definitely an odd situation" he remarked. With no other choice, Hashirama sat down on the surface of the water and crossed his legs, 'I may as well get comfortable, who knows how long I'll be here for' he thought.

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Hashirama had been in that unknown place for a while now. There wasn't much to do, so the brown-haired man mostly just spent his time training with clones of himself, or wondering the empty plain, trying to see how far it went. One day as he was lying on his back relaxing, the Senju sensed a powerful, but somehow familiar Chakra signature. Hashirama shot up into a sitting position, eyes eagerly scanning the entire area. He didn't know how he knew this person or who they were, but he did know it, and very well in fact. Even more than he knew his father's or brother's Chakra signatures. It was as though, despite the Chakra feeling slightly different, he was sensing himself walking towards him.

Soon a figure came into view. As it came closer, Hashirama was able to make out more and more of the persons feature's. It appeared to be a young man, roughly 20 to 22 years old. He had short brown hair that spiked wildly around his head, a thick wrapping of bandages tied around his forehead, with two bangs of hair framing his face, bound tightly by more bandage to keep it neat. He had almond shaped brown eyes, thin eyebrows and wore a white robe with a high collar with six black Magatama decorating down the chest area in a 'v' pattern. The young man also had a black sash around his waist and two black straps that went over his shoulders like one would carry a pack and it was these that kept a sword tied to his back. Hashirama analyzed all that he could of the man as he walked towards him. His steps were sure and confident, and his body language- having his arms dangling by his sides, but with a straight posture indicated that this man was laid back and easy going but had been raised by some form of nobility at least.

The young man also had an easy smile on his face as he walked slowly towards him, his eyes twinkling with a bright happiness, kindness and youth. However, the former Shodai' could also see the unmistakable look of pain, weariness and regret in this persons eyes, having seen the exact same look in his own eyes every time he saw his reflection. Soon the man came to a stop when he was only a few feet away from Hashirama, still with that happy smile. Hashirama cocked an eyebrow at the young man before him, then spoke, "I'm sorry, but- do I know you from someplace?" he asked curiously. That familiar feeling was really bugging him by now- he felt sure that he should know this person, but he was drawing a blank when he tried to remember where from. The man smiled, "my name is Asura Otsutsuki, you probably wouldn't know me, but there is a reason I feel familiar to you Hashirama- and that is because I basically am you, or rather your previous life" he said. Asura then went on to explain exactly what happened and why they were here. By the end of it, Hashirama was wide eyed with awe and wonder.

"I-I don't even know what to say," he muttered, "I can't believe that I am actually the reincarnation of someone like you, the son of the Sage Of The Six Paths- it's just- wow" he breathed. Asura laughed, "yes, I know it's a lot to take in, but it is true" the Otsutsuki's eyes sparkled with mirth, he'd had a feeling that his Transmigrant would act this way after all. Hashirama stared silently at who he now knew to be his previous life and Transmigrant, until a thought hit him, "wait, we're Transmigrating because our feud with Indra/Madara hasn't been resolved yet right?" he asked. The other man nodded, "that's right" he replied easily. The Shodai' frowned, "if that's the case, then 1. Where is Madara, and 2. Why did we meet out of all the other Transmigrant's we must have had in the past who didn't know any of this?" he asked. The Otsutsuki sighed, closing his eyes, "since your second question is the more important of the two I'll answer that first,".

Asura opened his eyes again, and stared at the man, this time there was no mirth in his eyes, only deep seriousness. Hashirama slightly shifted, wondering if his own serious face looked that intimidating to other people, "my father, the Sage of the Six Paths named me the successor to his teachings of Ninshu on his deathbed, causing my older brother Indra to get furious and jealous. We fought each other and I won eventually after a long and hard battle. At seeing his defeat by my hand, my older brother became even more furious, and left, swearing vengeance on me." Asura paused to sigh deeply at this, while Hashirama listened with a heavy and aching heart, "well, I guess you probably already know what happened after that- the endless battles, going on and on, and on throughout the years, and each time he was defeated, Indra's hatred became stronger and darker than before. Both of us soon had families of our own, and I think you already know what names we chose for ourselves," the Shodai nodded, "you chose the name Senju, didn't you- and Indra chose the name Uchiha?" he asked.

Asura nodded again, "that's right, I had two sons as well and eventually my youngest decided to leave home, also choosing a different name- Uzumaki. My oldest kept the name Senju and he is the one who went on to create the Senju Clan. Meanwhile Indra had also started a family, however, he had passed on his hatred of me and my kin to them. I warned my children of Indra and his new Clan, not wanting the two to fight or get hurt if I could help it, however, I knew that my brother hated me for being chosen over him still and for his defeats at my hand, and I wanted my sons to at least know why their cousins would try to kill them if they met," at this point, the Otsutsuki clenched his fist, anger showing on his face for the first time. He took a deep wavering breath and continued, "soon enough my sons grew up and had families of their own, but that was where things went bad. My youngest son had just had triplets, two boys and a girl, and was coming home to let me meet them, however on the way there, they were attacked by Indra's Uchiha family, and his wife, daughter and one of his sons were killed," Hashirama's eyes showed sadness, he definitely knew how it felt to lose family.

"By the time my son had gotten to me, he was traumatised, and vowed that he and his last remaining son would have nothing to do with our blood feud. Time passed and my Senju children continued to grow and multiply, as did Indra's children. As I grew older, I became slack with my Clan members, not paying as much attention to them as I normally would have, and it was this lack of attention on my part that allowed things to get out of hand. As soon as my oldest son heard what had happened to his baby brother and his family, he became enraged and swore vengeance on those who'd taken his Uzumaki brethren away from him and hurt his precious Otouto so much. I tried to turn him away from that path, but he still loathed the Uchiha for what they'd done, and as soon as I was unaware, he took his Senju Clansmen and attacked the Uchiha. No matter how much I hated it, there was nothing I could do to stop my children and Indra's children from killing each other- so I did the next best thing I could, I tried to curb the hatred that had built up by expressing that love was the key to peace and begging my children and grandchildren not to hate and fight the Uchiha on the day I died," a single tear rolled down Asura's face and hit the water below them.

The tear created ripples in the water, "it was no use though, when I died, both Clans began fighting each other even more than before. I began to despise myself as I watched on from above- all the fighting and killing, it was horrible. It was no use, as long as I had this horrible guilt inside me, I knew I would never be able to pass on, nor could I let my brother continue to spread such hatred and suffering. When I saw that he had transmigrated to a boy from his own Clan, I knew that I had to stop him- not only that, but I also wanted another chance to reconnect with my brother, start fresh if you will. So when Indra entered a newborn body, I followed in an attempt to fix my past mistakes and save my beloved big brother from his hatred and suffering," Asura smiled slightly, "my brother and I went through years and years of Transmigrants, none of them having any luck in stopping the feud between our two families. Finally we entered our most recent bodies- I think you already know this part of the story?" he asked.

Hashirama nodded, "they were Madara and I" he replied, before his eyes became downcast, "we failed as well" he said, depressed. Asura nodded and placed a hand on the long-haired mans arm, "but this time something changed. You may not have succeeded in completely ending the cycle of hatred, but both Indra and I had enough- you two came the closest we ever have to stopping this useless fighting, and before we traveled to our next hosts, my father appeared to us and explained everything that had happened. Indra was obviously furious at having been manipulated this whole time, and was all too glad to help me truly bring peace at last, for he was getting tired of the constant fighting between us. He is currently talking to Madara at this very moment, then, once everyone is ready, we will move on to our next hosts- however we will not be able to communicate with them for a while, or at least that's what father said, oh yes, and he also said that out new host is the container of my younger brother Kurama, the Kyuubi".

They stood for a moment, as Hashirama absorbed this information, before nodding to show that he understood. Asura smiled, "we are going to take the form of the age our current Transmigrant's are, so we will be around six or seven I think when we meet them, and we will be able to manifest outside both of them once we have made contact- we have to be careful- even with Indra and Madara on our side now, it isn't going to be easy" he said seriously. Hashirama nodded, "I understand, and I am grateful for this chance," he replied. The Otsutsuki nodded and turned to look forwards. Hashirama copied him, "let's end this once and for all!" he cried, as a bright white light engulfed the two most powerful Shinobi after Hagoromo Otsutsuki himself.

To Be Continued