Hashirama was pacing about in his home, mumbling to himself. He had failed, he had not been able to rescue Madara this time, and Tobirama had taken him back to the cult. There wasn't much time before the full moon, when the ritual to birth the god was to be held.

The Archmaster, and the High Priests, had all claimed that Ambrosine was some celestial being, something good and wonderful. But Hashirama had done some reading whilst he was still a part of the cult. And what he had found was terrifying.

A demonic being that pushed for the world to be shrouded in darkness. That was the true face of the Ambrosine, the truth behind all this fantasy. This "god" was a demon, and how could it be anything but, when the beast had to be "born".

The Ambrosine was a monster, and Hashirama could not allow it to be born, and he would not allow Madara to be killed for it. He had to act fast. Madara was going to die if he just sat around moping. So Hashirama got to work on planning the rescue.

Moving through his home, he searched for the items he would need to do a successful raid on the Ambrose temple, and also what he'd need to help save Madara from the clutches of the Archmaster.

Whilst looking through the boxes of stuff he had taken with him during his first escape attempt, he paused as he found a small vial of a ruby-red liquid.

"Ah!" If only he had found this when Madara was still around. Then they wouldn't have any reason to come for the Uchiha anymore. But no, he had been too scared to look into these boxes. He was too scared to look back at how he had been a part of the same cult that he had hated, that he had sworn to take down.

If only he had been braver, if only he had kept a better watch over Madara...

"No," He slapped his cheeks, shaking his head. "There is no time to wallow around in self-pity right now… I gotta keep preparing." Slipping the vial into his pocket, he continued to move around to grab some important items that he needed.

Packing the stuff into his car, he started the vehicle before driving through the street. He was going to save Madara again, and this time, he would put a stop to the cult's plans. Glancing around the streets, he parked a little while away from the mouth of the woods. He was pretty sure the cult would be watchful of cars entering and leaving the forest.

Madara was sat on the bed in his cell, giving a slight frown as he stared up at the ceiling. He had been here for less than three hours, and he wanted to leave already. Everything was pissing him off, and if the damned guards kept nattering about useless things one more time, he would punch them in their stupid faces. If only he could break the bars of the cell.

The Archmaster was very determined to keep him here now, and Madara was becoming agitated by being trapped in this small room.

He did not want to die, he did not even want to think of how it would leave his body. It would probably rip him apart from the inside, or he would be cut open by one of these cultists, maybe the Grandmaster. This demon was really going to kill him if he didn't quickly think of a way to get rid of this demon that was sealed inside him to grow.

Many people here would enjoy watching him be put through the pain. This whole place was full of crazies, and they all seemed very determined that it was a god that he was birthing.

"Ugh…" He lay back on the bed, moving to the side to try and get more comfortable. It seemed that the creature inside of him had grown quite a bit since he had first felt it moving. Way too fast for Madara's comfort. He wished he could stab himself in the stomach, but the demon was still sapping his willpower, whenever he tried.

He was exhausted, whether from the exertion of his earlier struggle or from something that he had been forced to take with his food. Either way, he couldn't keep his eyes open, and he drifted off to sleep.

Hashirama was making his way towards the cultist's temple, keeping himself silent and clutching a blade in his hands. He had fought before, but now the whole of the cult would be watching out for him.

They would punish him for his betrayal, though Hashirama was not about to go back to them. He would definitely rather die than join those bastards again.

As he found the clearing where the temple was, his attention was caught by the sounds of a scuffle nearby. Moving forwards, he looked upon the scene, giving a slight frown as he watched.

Two of the cult guards were holding onto a black-haired teen, who was struggling fiercely and yelling. Hashirama hesitated- he had no time to be wasting on others. But, as he watched the boy struggling more, he gave a soft sigh.

No-one deserved to be treated like that, especially not by the cult.

Stepping forwards, Hashirama alerted the attention of the guards, who glanced to him before letting the boy go to go after him. Giving a slight smirk, he disarmed the first guard with ease, Hashirama knocked him out before attacking the other guard.

Grabbing the other by the throat, he gave a sickly-sweet smile. "Don't you dare tell your Archmaster or I will hunt you down and kill you," Letting go of the guard, he watched as the black-robed male ran off. Hashirama turned to the teen, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"What are you doing out here, kid?" He asked calmly, and the black-haired male just shrugged, staring at the taller male with a slight frown.

"I'm looking for my brother. I did research and I found things in Grandpa's old stuff. I suspected Madara might be here…" The teen explained, brushing his hair from his eyes as he looked to the other. "Name's Izuna. Izuna Uchiha."

Hashirama gave a slight gasp as he realised who this boy was. Izuna Uchiha was Madara's youngest brother, the only other Uchiha with red eyes. It made sense that Izuna would come searching for Madara, but it was weird that Izuna knew where this place was. "How did you know where to come here…?"

Izuna gave a sly smile. "I have my sources. Grandpa's stuff revealed who and why, but someone else sent me the location," He responded, almost proudly.

"Well then, Izuna," Hashirama gave a laugh, taking the other's shoulder gently. "Come with me, kid. I was actually going to look for Madara anyway. I'll explain my plan on the way here, okay?"

Izuna nodded, going to follow the older male.