MADARA POV

After a rough and bloody day, I laid back on a high tree that was near my home.

You'd think that, since they were the enemy, you'd have no remorse about killing them.

On the battlefield, I was a killing machine, I was taught to show no mercy, because If I did, my head will be rolling away from my body. After I come back from a battle, I think about the ones I've killed and their families. I remember how awful it was when all my brothers died, each of their death was so hard to handle. I knew that their chances were slim, especially my two younger brothers, so I would prepare myself for the news that my brothers didn't make it and they died as honorable shinobi. I always thought I would be ready, but when my eldest brother died, I felt like I couldn't breath, like I completely forgot how to breath. I didn't believe it at first, I thought it was just a nightmare and I would wake up to see all my family members sitting down enjoying breakfast.

I was in denial, my older brother was my first 'loss of a loved one'. It was horrible for me to understand I wouldn't be seeing his smiling face anymore, or hear his stupid jokes. I was really close with him, he was my first best friend and when I lost him...it was like the world completely shut off on me.

After I was done feeling numb about his death, I started feeling anger, I wanted to avenge my brother, but I couldn't because females were not allowed on the battlefield. I was bitter about the rivaling clan and wanted them wiped out. I had these feelings after my two younger brothers died as well. I was bitter and it filled me with hate.

I had these feelings until my first battle.

It was awful.

Not only did I see my clansmen being so brutally killed, I also saw the rivaling clan die in a painful way to. I saw kids killing kids, kids killing grown men, and grown men killing kids. I was paralyzed in fear, and I almost got sliced in half because of it, if my father weren't there to stop that man from killing me, I would have been a gruesome sight.

I still remember that face of the man who tried to kill me. It was filled with so much hate. I still get shivers thinking about that face.

The man was so big, and I was so small. I couldn't believe it...did a grown man just try to kill a child...in such a brutal way?

My feelings completely changed when I saw my clansmen burn a child with their fire style.

After that, I had no feelings to destroy the rivaling clans.

Only to stop this madness...

IZUNA POV

I was glad I made it another day.

I spent almost the whole war fighting my enemy...

Tobirama Senju.

Ugh, even his name gets on my nerves.

I still remember our first meeting, it was a year after I joined the battlefield.

****FLASHBACK****

I was in an area where there weren't many shinobi around. There was still quite a few of them, but not enough to be crowded.

My ninja training had gone surprisingly well. Father had said both me and my older sister Madara, were prodigies.

After I had gotten rid of a duo, I sensed something behind, I turned, and just in time dodged a flying kick. As I had put a distance between us, I looked him over.

White shaggy hair, ruby sharp eyes, typical armor and a happuri with the Senju symbol on it.

"Hmmm? I didn't expect a runt to be able to dodge that." The boy said.

Are you kidding me? You'd have to be the worlds worst shinobi to not dodge such a simple kick.

"Who you calling a runt you stupid looking ape." I said.

His face turned mad when I insulted him, and I felt great about that.

"You wanna fight to see who's the better ninja." It wasn't a question really, this was war, you don't just decline a fight, and everyone knew that.

"Fine with me, Senju Mutt."

"Bring it on Girly Boy."

**** END OF FLASHBACK****

Ever since than we continued to fight, still trying to see who the better ninja was.

Thank you to everyone who has read my story #^_^#

Its my first one