The bright light from the swollen full moon combined with his new eye prowess made it easy to find his way to the Naka River where he had frequently met Hashirama. Madara stood on the river bank staring at the river where only days earlier he had warned his former best friend of the impending danger. Now, he could do no more to help him. Hashirama was his mortal enemy now, a member of the Senju clan. Madara turned his gaze from the steadily flowing river to the moon shining overhead.