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"don't you get tired?"
madara stood far above the forest she grew, she tended, she birthed, while his inferno danced swallowing them. his susano'o swept, cutting the forest in half, and hashirama emerged as bloodied bones while her muscles and skin sew themselves to health.
"i am," she answered in a raspy voice, creating wooden tower to face him in the air.
"liar."
she didn't deny it.
"i've killed you more than we both remember," he snarled. "you never killed me, not even once! are you even serious?"
hashirama pushed her hair from her bare shoulder, shaking her head. "i want to stop you without killing you, madara."
"most people would've hated me for killing them once."
"i am not most people." hashirama rested her palms together. "i'll never hate you, no matter how many times you kill me."
a grin spread across his face. "we'll see about that."