Dandelion-san: Lol. I'm laughing so hard right now, because the reviver is literally right under everybody's noses XD Thanks for your review :3
TammyHybrid21: Bwahahahaha! *Has dumb moment* uhhhh…who contact what? Anyways, yeah. Madara be mean 'n' shit. Lol, well, I don't want this story to be completely bitter and serious. I'd love to see a sprinkle of humor in an angst story at some point. I mean, yeah, Hashirama being protective towards Obito seems eligible for me. He seems like the protective type, if you look past all the battles.
Little to nobody was aware of the original plan; only Madara, Guruguru, Kuro Zetsu, Shiro Zetsu, Obito and Hashimoto were aware. Indeed ^3^ it's a pretty damn deep saying, no? Obito was never really conscious, he was just stuck in between consciousness and unconsciousness. Lol, thanks for your review :3
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Chapter 12: Perfection Is Corruption
Hashirama and Madara made it to the fire base within the hour. Obito was still out of it for reasons unknown, his eyelids halfway open with an exhausted, limp body. He hadn't moved at all since they left.
They landed in a clearing, Madara heading to the closest tree and touching the bark with glowing chakra fingers. He tapped his fingers against the bark three times before the clearing disappearing in waves, an entrance appearing right in the middle of the grass. They stepped down into the underground Hi no Kuni base, the doors closing behind them. Hashimoto sat in a chair, gauze wrapped fingers tapping against a meeting table.
"…You're our reviver, correct?" Hashirama asked.
The medic-nin smiled in amusement. "No. I'm your commander. And I'm the one who negotiated with your reviver with the promise of a Rinnegan—which he'll get. I mean, I already getting what I want."
Madara tipped his head slightly. "And that is?"
"Completing Tsuki no Me Keikaku," Hashimoto said, standing up with a grin. Obito visibly flinched. "Oto and Nagato are dead, and I've awakened another pair of Rinnegan just for you three lovelies."
Obito turned his head towards the medic, Sharingan eyes spinning to emphasize his death glare. They were clouded with exhaustion and pain. "And why would we need a pair of real eyes?" he questioned with a quiet, cracking voice.
"Ah, the man who revived you wants one of you to come back to life. I don't know who it is, he never specified," Hashimoto replied. He walked towards the three. "I am to revive all three of you using the Rinnegan, and when I die, one of you have to take the Rinnegan."
Hashirama and Madara stiffened, Obito's head rolling back into Hashirama's chest as his hands started shaking unconditionally. The Senju's lips pressed together in a thin line, "Why all three of us?"
"Because reasons," Hashimoto shot back. His dark eyes narrowed. "I don't actually know them, but your reviver is an unknown who I came into brief contact once and struck a deal with."
Madara cocked his head a little. "And you don't care about whether or not you're going to live to see if he completes his end of the deal?"
"He already did," Hashimoto stated. "The deal was this: He revives you three, hands all three over to Akatsuki with talismans for me, and then I bring you guys back to life after the Hachibi is taken into the statue."
"Kind of cheap, don't'cha think?" Hashirama asked. "After you die, he could betray you…"
The last surviving breathing Akatsuki member shook his head, eyeing Obito and Madara briefly. He smiled. "No, no. I'll be successful. Trust me on that, Hashirama, Mugen Tsukuyomi will be cast."
Obito's finger twitched, his body tensing up. Underneath his mask, his face was scrunched up and his jaw was clenched. Hashirama looked down at the Uchiha before he looked up at Hashimoto. The brunette simply walked up to the duo, fingers brushing against Obito's sleeve and pushing it up all the way to his shoulder to reveal chain-shaped bruises all around his arm, extending up past the Uchiha's shoulder and further.
Hashimoto looked at his cuffs and frowned slightly. "I can understand him being mentally drained to the point of barely being able to move a limb after the seals get destroyed," he started, "but I don't understand these…bruises. Where did he get them from?"
"He was covered in head to toe with Uzumaki chakra chains," Hashirama stated. "I mean, I was touched by the chains. But I didn't gain a bruise or anything as far as I'm concerned." He scanned Obito's arm, a sympathetic and dark look stretching across his face. "These bruises are ridiculously deep…"
Hashimoto nodded, his hand glowing green as he started scanning the Uchiha's body. His frown deepened even further, before his eyes widened in realization. His jaw slackened more than a little bit, but it was quickly snapped closed. He looked up at Hashirama and Madara, lines on his face showing up as he looked stressed. "His healing process will be abnormal," the man said. "He's gonna have to heal naturally. The Edo Tensei isn't doing its job…"
Madara frowned. "Why? Was there something in the chains?"
Hashimoto shook his head, his black eyes distant with dismay. "No, it has nothing to do with the chains." He paused for a brief second before looking at the three, "Slight change of plans. Originally we were gonna move out and attack all five nations within the next three weeks."
"And the change is…?" Hashirama drawled.
"Weeks have been changed to days," he stated, "and Obito will be delayed by two weeks. Three at most."
The Senju frowned. "But—"
"Don't question it," the brunette snapped impatiently. Something akin to fear flashed in his eyes before he abruptly turned away, walking around the meeting table and into the hallway. "Get ready! Now!"
The enmity and frustration in his voice didn't go unheard.
Tsunade was no stranger to doing multiple surgeries in a row. She was a pro at it, matter of fact. Learning Kage Bushin no Jutsu from Naruto just duplicated it; she was practically a god at doing multi surgeries now, and working with herself was something she was always best at.
She had one Kage Bushin on Kushina and Minato, whose wounds weren't severe, but bad enough to not be ignored. Their progress was on schedule. Naruto, on the other hand, had a bad wound and two Kage Bushin on him along with the original. It wasn't like a poisoned slash, or a hole in the flesh. It was all internal wounds. Where a stake stuck out, internal bleeding was occurring. In all, there were five, and judging from the amount of crimson liquid underneath him, she'd roughly say he lost five pints of blood already.
The stakes sticking out were hacked off, and the young blonde was numbed by anesthetics enough to not have the reaction of screaming in pain, just a wince or a grunt of pain.
She had managed to get out two out of the five pieces of wood, letting one other Kage Bushin take out the splinters and the third handling the internal bleeding. She was on her third—the most vital one, as far as she was concerned. It was alarmingly close to his heart, resulting in a collapsed lung and, once again, more internal bleeding along with internal wounds.
He was so lucky he got injured in a base with lots of medical materials, as Temari and Kankuro volunteered to get anesthetics and a glass needle-like pipe that was stabbed into Naruto's left rib, allowing the lung to inflate. He'd still have to visit a hospital afterwards, even though the base here basically had a hospital, albeit it wasn't very advanced.
She maneuvered her hands and finally pulled out the third stake, the other two Kage Bushin quickly getting to their jobs. One hour later, the fifth wooden stake was out and they were working on his internal wounds, two healing him with Shōsen Jutsu and the original Tsunade doing all of the stitching once the internal wounds were simply sensitive skin.
By the time she finished, three hours passed by and the fifteen year old had a needle and blood bag hooked up to his arm. Kushina had plenty of blood to spare thanks to the Kyūbi healing her up.
But, of course, Tsunade wasn't done. The other Kage had to be tended to.
Half of the aware shinobi suddenly stiffened, heads turning towards the hallway as Sakura and Sasuke walked in with Samui following closely behind.
Sakura looked at everybody, noticing the wounds and battered shinobi. She didn't hesitate to start healing up people, Tsunade visibly relaxing as she rushed to help. Sasuke cocked his head slightly, eyeing the injuries of the Uzumaki-Namikaze family along with Jiraiya, A, Tsunade and Ōnoki.
The wounds of the Kage-level shinobi he recognized, and was well acquainted with. He blinked stoically. "Madara attacked."
Jiraiya looked at him. "He did," he replied. "Got us pretty bad. I don't think anybody thought he'd find us so fast."
Sasuke blinked again. "You forget who he is," he stated pointedly. "…Anyways, what else happened? I know Madara wouldn't attack without reason."
"Obito attacked us at the island," Minato started. "We managed to subdue and capture him along with Shodai-sama…teleported the two here. Then this happened. I'm not sure why Hashirama-sama would attack us out of the blue, but I'm guessing it wasn't willing, was it?"
"Talismans," the secret Uchiha replied. He slightly tipped his head towards Sakura, who blinked dumbly as she wrapped up a concussion Ōnoki had. "She understands it better."
Minato's brow furrowed slightly, but he simply nodded. He was aware of Sakura's understanding of fūinjutsu, even taught her a bit. She professed in storage and talisman seals, so he advanced it slightly. She was, by no means, a fūinjutsu master; but she was getting close to one.
He paused at that, his brow creasing even more. A suspicious thought crossed his mind, and his eyes turned steely. He looked at the pink haired girl with a blank expression, blinking before looking away and back towards the recently arrived trio. "Did you catch any traces of them?" he asked.
Samui shook her head. "It's not cool," she said, "they left no scent, and the only remnants of their chakra is here."
"The closest base?"
"The fire base," she responded almost robotically. "Unfortunately it's inactive like most other Akatsuki bases, but it's not an excuse to be avoided and untouched by the members."
Minato slightly tipped his head. "Should we know anything important about it?"
"Yes," Samui said. "It can only be accessed by five people: Pain, the three division leaders and supposedly Konan, though she was never issued there, so it might just be the four formers."
"What of Pain?" A asked out of the blue, his voice painted with a certain venom that was hard to miss. "What about him?"
"Dead," she replied. "I snuck back into Amegakure; I found his corpse. The Rinneegan is no longer with him. Oto was found dead as well. His body was crushed by a fallen pillar."
"Who killed them?" Jiraiya asked. "The Edo Tensei are out of the question."
"It was undoubtedly Hashimoto," Sakura spoke up as she finished up with Mei. Her expression was serious, and she had a bitter look in her eyes. "He's a medic with enough strength to rival Tsunade-sama, and has a modified version of Sōzō Saisei Hashirama made a little while ago. I don't know his motivations, but he stole the dōjutsu and left. I believe he's their reviver, considering he's the last alive…well, that's an if. But you get my point. Suspicions is all it is."
Minato's face went flat before his nose was scrunched up in contemplation. He glanced at Tsunade. "How long until I can move again?"
"One week at least," she replied. "Internal wounds are nothing to joke about, it'll take longer to heal up than external wounds, especially if you move and hinder yourself." She looked at Naruto warily; the young blonde was unconscious from blood loss. "He'll take much longer than you, three weeks until he can sit up and be a shinobi, unless he uses his healing ability…"
Minato internally sighed in relief, nodding and not replying. Good. He's not in any imminent danger.
He was worried for Naruto, and was glad staying back for three hours was worth it. His jaw clenched slightly, but he felt a strain and instantly let the tension go.
"We're going to Suna," Tsunade announced. "Staying here isn't safe, and we are too weakened for our own good. Temari-dono?"
"I'm fine with it," the Rokudaime replied. "But it's my village. My village, my rules…that you have to follow. Are we ready to go?"
"Somewhat," Tsunade replied. "We're leaving tomorrow. No excuses!"
The sternness in her voice made everybody agree.
Obito was in a lot more pain than anticipated. He was shaking again, but this time it was out of pain. It was a new course of physical reaction but not one Hashirama wasn't unfamiliar with. Said Senju had seen more than enough people shake with pain on the battlefield.
The Uchiha resting on the futon before Hashirama no longer had his mask, and he had his war garment on.
Said attire hadn't really changed, as he wore a black version of the Konoha shinobi outfit. Over it, he wore a high-collared sleeveless mantle. It excluded the Uzumaki symbol, something that made Hashirama scowl. It was just plain black. Even the tape was black; the fingerless gloves he wore were more like a dark grey, but on the dark scale nonetheless. By his side was his tachi's and a six-ringed shakujō along with normal or poisoned kunai and shuriken.
His sleeves were rolled up to reveal the chain-pattern bruises, which were black and blue. It was rather concerning. He was an Edo Tensei. Edo Tensei's heal automatically, no matter what.
The only excuse was the power of the Jūbi and Rikudō Sennin.
Madara had gotten his weapons and Uchiha war gear, a different and customized gunbai on his back along with sickles and duo katana's at his hips. It made Hashirama snort; the Uchiha was always weapons-heavy. But he wasn't one to talk. He wielded an over-sized sword in the battle at the valley.
All of their masks were off, discarded with glee at having a free face.
Hashirama had his own original Senju armor attire, a sword at his hip. He didn't wear any other weapon, he was more of a taijutsu-ninjutsu ninja. He also wore his Konoha headband proudly over his forehead, something Madara scowled at.
Madara tipped his head slightly, looking at Hashirama, who was sitting on his knees by Obito's futon. "Do you have an answer for this?"
The Senju lifted a gloved hand, pressing his index and middle finger against one of the bruises. Obito's teeth clenched and his brow furrowed, his expression becoming looser a few moments later as the pain resided. Hashirama had an expression of contemplation for a few moments before his eyes slightly. He pressed against another bruise with more force, making Obito grunt this time. Then he lifted his own sleeve and pressed against his own skin.
The standing Uchiha sighed impatiently, but didn't rush the man. Despite him not seeing the legendary Senju for a good sixty or so years, he remembered that having patience of a Buddha was necessary.
Hashirama suddenly blanched. "The flesh…" he murmured.
"What of it?" Madara questioned.
"It—it's real…"
Three days later…
Obito's wince didn't go unseen. Slowly, the Uchiha turned his head, his expression tense as he looked at the departing trio. Hashimoto blinked, cocking his head around to look at the downed Edo Tensei. "We'll be gone for two weeks at most," he announced. "Hashirama left a Kage Bushin here, and the seals will be locked. Don't move from your spot, let yourself heal up."
Obito simply blinked, but to them it was equivalent to "understood". They left without another word, and Obito turned his head back to the ceiling, his eyes closing as he left himself drift onto the border of consciousness and unconsciousness.
He wasn't sure how long he was out of it, but a sudden pain in his right upper arm made him grimace and become aware of the world around him. His eyes snapped open, and he glanced at Hashirama's clone with a halfhearted glare.
"Your Hatake friend is in here along with the Yondaime Hokage," he whispered. His eyes narrowed. "Get up, and get your gear on."
Obito shot him a questioning look.
"As much as I hate to admit it, we can't show any weaknesses to them," Hashirama murmured, keeping his voice low. "Please bare with me, Obito."
The Uchiha sighed reluctantly, slowly up. He pushed his sleeves back down. He grabbed his tachi, buckling the belt around his waist and putting the kunai into inner pockets of his sleeves. He mixed them up in said sleeve pockets and grabbed the shakujō, slowly standing up with his one Sharingan and Rinnegan spinning into activation. Hashirama nodded, and sunk into the ground, blending in with the bases' surroundings.
The Uchiha internally scowled, but made no other movement. He felt Kakashi and Minato's chakra signature run towards the room, so he slipped out of said room in time for the duo to walk in, the rings of his shakujō being the only indication of his being once there. He emerged into a large, tall, dark hallway, not minding the many turns. This specific base was designed to be like an eternal maze with genjutsu only an Akatsuki member could not be effected by. It confused one's sense of direction and time, mixing up gravity very often.
He heard Kakashi trip over himself, a small smile of amusement etching his lips as he reached the shadowy fork. He glanced over his shoulder, his eye glowing red. The other two shinobi quickly followed him as he turned around the right corner, his small smile expanding as Minato decided to suddenly fall onto his back from genjutsu. Kakashi hurriedly dragged the blonde along, forcing said man to his feet.
This'll be interesting.
"Obito!" Kakashi called. "Wait—Obito!"
The Uchiha didn't stop walking, though. He just continued, turning corners and alerting them with sounds of the shakujō, since using visuals wouldn't work any longer. Eventually—after many trips and falls—they reached a box-shaped room. In the middle of the room was an alter, said alter having fūinjutsu kanji scribbled over the outside.
Minato and Kakashi emerged into the room, Kakashi face planting for the fifth time. He quickly got up, rubbing his nose before looking at his secretly amused Uchiha friend. His eyes slightly widened as he recognized the kanji that indicated time-space fūinjutsu. "What the hell are you doing?"
Obito's mismatching eyes narrowed, all amusement forgotten very easily. He looked at them with a flat and steely expression, fear and hate flashing in his eyes before he blinked.
His head tipped to the side as he pulled down his high collar to reveal the ugly bruises he gained. They still hurt a lot, so he was hindering himself greatly just by standing. "Saving our inept asses," he replied, putting the collar back. "You won't understand it, but none of this is real—nothing. We're all just sitting sheep waiting to be slaughtered with survivors drowning in their own blood. I'm aware of it."
"Aware of what?" Minato questioned.
"What is truly going on," Obito stated. "…Let me give you a riddle." He smirked. "There is one of everything, and the theories were incorrect. The Mother has damned us all, and the awareness of it was nearly zero."
Confusion crossed both of their faces, but before either of them could question it, the trio disappeared in a flash of white, Hashirama's clone dispelling itself.
Hashirama suddenly blanched, barely dodging a bijū kick Kushina sent at him. He pulled back, landing next to Madara who had been chilling and relaxing the moment before. He glanced at the Uchiha with his eye, as his other was closed. "He's coming."
The legend narrowed his one exposed eye in contemplation before he blinked. "It's only been a week. Why's he going off on his own?" The "Hashimoto's gonna be pissed" went unsaid, but not unheard.
"I don't know, but he's coming with Blondie and Hatake-san," he murmured as he dodged a chakra arm branching off from Kushina's shoulder, many more following. The duo easily dodged, barely trying to use their superior speed.
Their eyes widened dramatically before they, too, disappeared in a white flash.
The five landed in the desert of the Fourth Division—where Sakura and Sasuke were issued.
Kakashi's apparent Kage Bushin landed roughly on the sand, dispelling and giving its original the information.
Minato quickly got up, backing away from the Edo Tensei'd trio until he reached the side of Sasuke. The man was wearing a Konoha jōnin flak jacket along with normal shinobi pants and zori. His headband was displayed proudly over his forehead. Sakura wore the same as well, only her own headband was red.
The blonde eyed the two, opening his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Sasuke. He smirked. "Don't worry…" he drawled. "We'll win."
Minato narrowed his eyes. Today is the eight year anniversary… he thought smugly, of course we're gonna win. He outwardly offered a toothy grin, but didn't reply.
Way out in the Third Division, Kakashi felt the sudden need to back up Fourth Division. Their battle was basically done, with the exception of a few left over Edo Tensei'd Akatsuki members who were too stubborn to cooperate in the interrogation. He turned around and glanced at Yamanaka Santa, the silent command of "connect me to Inoichi" being heard. Santa nodded and put his palm on Kakashi's forehead, allowing the Hatake to speak to Inoichi.
"How is the Fourth Division?" he questioned.
Inoichi didn't reply instantly. "…Reports are coming in," he said. "The three Akatsuki division leaders are there. They just arrived."
"Shit…that's not good. Fourth Division is going to be destroyed," Kakashi replied. He felt Santa flinch, but he didn't dwell on it.
"…Raikage-sama and Tsunade-sama authorized for Second and Third Division to act as backup," Inoichi announced throughout said divisions' Yamanaka's. "Head to Fourth Division's location as soon as you can. Akatsuki's leaders are nothing to joke about."
Santa released the jutsu, and Kakashi turned to his division. "Everybody move out!" he called. "We need to provide backup for the Fourth Division! Any uninjured shinobi must come—healers and injured stay here!" He looked at Lee, Nara Ensui and Gai. "You three stay here with Santa, keep a sharp eye out. Report to Inoichi if anything happens."
The three nodded, watching as a large majority of their division left.
The Fourth Division's Yamanaka landed next to Sasuke, murmuring something in his ear really quick before pulling back. Minato cocked his head slightly. "What did he have to say?"
"The Third and Second Division's are on their way to back us up," Sasuke murmured.
Minato simply nodded, pulling out two Hiraishin kunai. He had marked Hashirama and Obito already. Madara wasn't going to be easy, but he felt like he'd get it eventually.
Sakura got into her signature taijutsu stance and Sasuke unsheathed his chokuto, lightning chakra streaming through it and sparking around the blade.
Madara made the first move. He rushed forward in a blur, knocking down many men as he raced through the division. Sasuke didn't hesitate to dash towards the legendary Uchiha with a certain speed Minato hadn't seen since sparring with Hiruzen before said Hokage died. Sasuke lifted his sword, blocking a kick from Madara that was originally aimed for a Kumo-nin.
Madara unsheathed his own duo katana, a thin layer wind chakra bathing the blade as he crossed the blades like an X, Sasuke's horizontal chokuto failing to completely blocking the man.
Sasuke kicked Madara in the stomach, pulling his sword away and ducking low, aiming an upper cut with his hidden speed. Madara's eyes widened, obviously caught off guard by the sudden change of speed. He pulled his chin back, Sasuke's knuckles just barely missing. He jumped back again, but the division leader kept up with him. Sasuke swiped his chokuto again, the lightning zapping and making the air around them crackle.
He stabbed said sword towards Madara's chest, the lightning cracking and breaking the mans armor. Madara jumped back one more time, back flipping in the air and over the crowds of mixed shinobi. The armor was put back together within seconds though, a skeletal Susano'o following as he landed.
The four arms knocked many of the surrounding division members down, the sword it held in two of the hands hacking off limbs and killing instantly. Sasuke clicked his tongue in annoyance. He wanted to keep his Uchiha status a secret, because if he didn't he'd have more explaining to do than he would've liked.
He shouted orders to for everybody to pull back, to which they did while avoiding Madara like the plague. The tension in his shoulder visibly disappeared as the large group pulled back a little under a quarter mile. Healers of his division were already rushing around.
His eyes narrowed, Sharingan spinning into existence. They molded into the Mangekyō Sharingan, a grin forming on his face as the familiar power flowed through him. It's been a full fifteen years since he last used this specific power. He missed it.
His own skeletal Susano'o grew and manifested, a sword mimicking the chokuto he held. He raised the sword, and brought it down on Madara's own Susnao'o; said legend was deep in dismay, and barely had enough time to block.
Madara backed off, Sasuke's sword hitting the ground and leaving a mark in the sand. The man smirked. "So you're an Uchiha," he said. "And a powerful one at that. You were very good at hiding yourself."
Sasuke didn't look phased. He just dashed forward, his sword hitting Madara in one of his Susano'o arms. A blue sword stabbed forward, but was easily dodged along with the second one. Madara scoffed, and pulled back completely, landing next to Hashirama with his own Susano'o completely disappearing.
Sasuke let go of his as well; the pain used to be no hindrance, but he hadn't used Susano'o in a good number of years. His jaw clenched, and he jumped back until he landed next to Sakura, his wife instantly getting around to healing him.
Minato's eyes narrowed dangerously at him. "You have a lot of explaining to do after this," he snapped.
Sasuke snorted. "I know," he grumbled. "I do apologize for not telling you earlier, but I have my reasons."
"They better be good," Minato murmured vehemently before he turned his head over his shoulder. Kakashi, Naruto and Kushina landed a few meters behind the trio, Naruto in his toad Sage mode with Tobi wrapped around him, Kakashi with his headband up and Kushina with her bijū mode activated. His face twisted into an annoyed frown. There was a reason why he dispatched Naruto and Kushina by the First Division… "Good to see you three alive."
"I am going to kick their asses dattebane!" Kushina shouted, pointing a golden finger at them with a sneer. "And then put their heads up their asses because they bailed on us!"
"Yeah 'ttebayo!" Naruto agreed loudly.
Minato rolled his eyes, but turned his head back to the three of the four remaining Akatsuki members with a steely expression. "Calm down. At least try to think with a cool head."
Kushina snorted, joining her husbands side and getting into a taijutsu stance. Naruto and Kakashi both pulled their weapons out—Kakashi had a standard kunai while Naruto had Madara's gunbai.
The Uchiha eyed the weapon. "Oh. So that's where it went," he mumbled.
Hashirama saw the gunbai and guffawed like an idiot. "Where the hell do he get that?! That thing is like your baby!"
"I gave it to him," Obito spoke up.
Madara looked annoyed. "And I'm stealing it back," he said hastily. "It'll be like taking candy from a baby."
"You're cold," Hashirama grumbled. He put his hands up, motioning them like he was crumbling paper. "Like a compressed ball of nitrogen oxide, because you're just that cold." He grinned. "If I had a bucket of nitrogen oxide, and if I put a heated kunai in it, it'd freeze instantly. Because that's how cold you are. If—"
Madara glared. "Don't even finish, you little shit," he seethed.
Hashirama lost his posture and slumped over as he became depressed, sighing somberly. Obito looked slightly amused, if only a little. He enjoyed these little rare moments, because it meant that two enemies weren't minding their hatred.
"Don't waste time," Hashimoto's voice echoed in their heads as he spoke via talismans. "Attack with all you've got, but don't kill anybody. Retrieve the jinchūriki."
Madara quirked a brow at the "don't kill anybody" order, but decided to think about it later on. He felt the power of Obito's Rinnegan disappear, the power of a Sharingan replacing it. He glanced at the other Uchiha, his own eyes both red with the Mangekyō.
Obito returned the stare, his Kamui eyes reflecting the unseen visuals of a promised hell.
The skeletal versions of Susano'o evolved into Kensaitai – Susano'o, Obito's a pretty shade of turquoise with white shimmers of light, and Madara's the deep blue sea. Hashirama put his hands together in the snake hand seal, and murmured, "Mokuton: Shin Sūsenju."
Barely a moment latter, a wooden Buddha statue with thousands of hands branching out from its back. It easily dwarfed the two Susano'o next to it, but that wasn't paid any mind.
Tobi and Naruto pulled back quite a ways, and their chakra pulsed in unison. Their own Shin Sūsenju was formed, causing Naruto to grit his teeth. Kushina went full bijū mode as Kurama's golden body picked her and Minato up.
Sakura stopped healing Sasuke, pulling her headband down to her neck and revealing the green diamond of Sōzō Saisei. Sasuke created an armored Susano'o that quickly evolved into a Kensaitai – Susano'o as well, Sakura and Kakashi jumping up the body's arm until they were at its ears.
Obito grinned, letting Kirai come out. "This better be fucking worth it!" he called as he commanded his Susnao'o to move and attack.
"Sōzō Saisei": "Creation Rebirth"
"Mokuton: Shin Sūsenju": "Wood Release [Style]: True Several Thousand Hands"
"Kensaitai – Susano'o": "Full Body – Susano'o"
"Tsuki no Me Keikaku": "Eye of the Moon Project [Plan]"
So.
Nice.
Anyways, I've made my resolve on how the story should end.
Ya'll are probably gonna hate me. Lolz XD
BTW, I've posted some works for this story on my DeviantArt account. Pen name is Toudan-no-Hyoushi, if you forgot. As of this update [8/2] I'm working on Madara and Hashirama. That's why this update was slow, actually. I was also working on Ephemeral and a story cover for a friend of mine.
Preview (most likely spoilers for chapter 14 but DILLIGAF?):
"I am the one who will establish peace and order."
Peace! :3