Hashirama is positive that someday he is going to see Madara on the opposite side of a battlefield.

They fight often (mostly because of Hashirama's silliness and Madara's brutishness) and they spar with everything they've got, doing their best to one up each other in a match of strength, whether it be physical or mental. But for all their bickering and attacking one another they don't bear any real animosity toward each other.

They're friends, have been since they first skipped stones together in the blistering summer heat, but that doesn't mean a lot in war; he's heard the half-cut off boasts about eyes and seen Madara's adept skill at using every sort of fire jutsu he can think of. It's not exactly hard to deduce what clan he comes from.

They'll meet in battle for real one day in the future, he knows that. But that sure as hell doesn't mean he accepts it.


A/N: Today's drabble is really short, I didn't have much time to write today. Sorry :/
~Persephone