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"Goddammit!"

Madara hated politics. He hated hated hated Hashirama. He'd wipe that smug look off his 'friends' face if it was the last thing he'd ever do. The tall man's long black hair swayed in the wind that snuck in through his window. The mirror he was looking into reflected the sad truth to him. Those eyes that stared back at him....they weren't his...were they? They were his brother's, yet they were in his head...how?

Anger filled him. It was uncontrollable, unimaginable. He couldn't keep himself calm. The glass broke as his fist collided with it, breaking into his skin and flying onto the floor.

His thoughts wandered as he watched the blood flow from his fingers. Would he really beat that damn Senju? Was his brother's death in vain?

How the hell did being a Kage work anyways? How would they grant the title to someone when they retired? Hashirama probably had it all thought out, that bastard. He clenched his fists just thinking about him. How dare he?

Anger gave way to tears.

If he could just...just...

Just win.

Just make his brother's sacrifice count...

Then he...

Maybe he could understand some of this complicated shit.