"What are you talking about?" Sakura got to her feet with little grace, still unbalanced from her fall through time. She brushed herself off while discretely checking to make sure all her supplies had survived the trip. Numerous sealing scrolls stored extra fatigues and more weapons than most shinobi, excepting perhaps Tenten, ever carried on their person.
Madara stepped closer with a frown on his face. Now that she was observing him more closely, she could see that his Sharingan was not fully developed; he only had one tomoe in each eye. She doubted it would remain that way for long.
"Didn't the moon tell you? I told the moon to give me a way to make the dream Hashirama and I share a reality. The moon gave me you. So, moon girl, what's your name, and how exactly do you plan on achieving peace?"