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"Hashirama!"
The voice fell on deaf ears.
"Hashi—" He stopped short, faced with the sight of his brother standing so still, like a thick, dead root in the mud. The deed must have been done. "Anija..."
The elder Senju didn't bother turning around. Covered with mud after laying next to the Uchiha's corpse, he brought his arms heavily over his chest, folding them in a stubborn, defensive posture. With his eyelids opened halfway, gaze cast downward, and mouth set firmly in place, his expression was of the most unwelcome.
For once in his life, Tobirama was at a loss for words. He stood quietly at his distance of five meters, feeling the rain drops pat the top of his tangled, white locks at a slower, softer pace. There was nothing left to do but take Madara's body and find a way to seal the Kyuubi. Hashirama will be fine.
After allowing his brother several long moments to stare, he interrupted without grace, "Anija... it's time to go."
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A/N: Rewritten.
