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When I warned you all about how busy I would be I really did intend to manage to post something besides poetry. But well, that is how Outdoor School works. You are lucky to find time to sleep. Hope everyone enjoys the new part.
Devil's Breath Part Thirty-seven
Great fissures of earth filled with steaming water covered the ground while the remnants of trees and shrubs smoldered nearby; mist and smoke rising into the air to combine with the lingering sharpness of a nearby lightning strike. Or maybe more than one. Even the clouds had been affected, a result of the fluctuating temperatures. In the center of the destruction lay two figures.
Mere feet apart, the two could not have been more different in some ways. They were light and dark, fire and ice, yin and yang. At the moment though, they were utterly and completely exhausted. Chests heaved as the pair desperately gasped for breath. In spite of everything, it seemed they were as evenly matched as ever.
Truth be told, Tobirama had not been surprised in the least that the hiraishin had failed to grant him victory. Just like every other jutsu he had ever developed, Izuna was now ready for it. Not that he had been disappointed by that. It had been, the albino freely admitted, the best fight he had had in years. At the same time though, Tobirama frowned in faint discontent. "Tie then?" As it stood, the score was dead even.
Dark eyes flickered to his rival before Izuna's face hardened with determination. Ignoring screaming muscles, he levered himself up onto one elbow, before reaching out to poke the Senju firmly in the shoulder. "Point to me," the Uchiha groaned before flopping back to the ground. "That means I win."
For a moment Tobirama considered contesting the matter. Except. His limbs felt like he had half a ton of lead attached to each of them. "Very well," he conceded. "But I'm still ahead, one to two."
Izuna opened his mouth to protest only to be interrupted by their older brothers.
"Tobirama!"
"Izuna!"
"What have you done?!" Hashirama and Madara spoke together as they surveyed the disaster that had once been a training field.
Tobirama just rolled crimson eyes before turning his head to meet his rival's gaze. "Our brothers," he announced. "Are hypocrites."
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Hope you liked it and please review. I will be going back through peoples comments the next couple weeks to see if inspiration strikes. Though I do have a great idea for the final chapter so that is taken care of.