Madara snarled, and dodged another strike aimed at his abdomen. He lashed out with a kick, sending his brother flying back. His attack didn't seem to faze his brother, as he got right back up and charged once again. Madara jumped back, his hands forming seals, and took a deep breath.

"Fire Style: Dragon Flame Jutsu!" He let go of the breath he was holding, sending a huge dragon of fire at his still charging brother. Madara shifted slightly, as the fire slowly died down. "Izuna?" He called, his Sharingan spinning as he flicked his eyes around, trying to find Izuna.

"Nii-san." Madara ducked under his brother's kick, and rolled away, hands once again flashing through seals.

"Fire Style: Phoenix Flower Jutsu!" Several smaller fireballs launched themselves towards Izuna. Madara grabbed a kunai, and sped forwards. Izuna caught his arm, and flipped over him, not bothering to dodge most of the fireballs. Madara jumped up, dragging Izuna up with him. He twisted mid-air, and slammed Izuna into the ground, quickly forming another set of hand seals. "Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!" His brother couldn't dodge in time, and was engulfed in the flames. Madara landed in a quiet crouch, and let his Mangekyou swirl into his eyes. He stood and watched the flames. A fist jumped from the flames, his brother's slowly reforming body following after. Madara dodged and threw his own punch back. Something red flashed from the corner of his eye, making him turn slightly, just in time to see Mito flash in front of him. She slammed a piece of paper on his brother's forehead and shouted,

"SEAL!"

Hashirama smiled once again at Mito, as she dragged a brush quickly across a small piece of paper. She was muttering under her breath about the seal she was creating.

"Mito-chan?" Hashirama asked, gaining a raised eyebrow in response. "Since you have a week more..." Her head snapped up, a frown on her face.

"Hashirama, what are you playing at?" Hashirama smiled a little wider.

"Well, since you have a week, I was thinking that maybe you could create a seal that lets you stay forever?" Mito stared at him in silence, before sighing and returning to the seal she was working on. Hashirama blinked and frowned to himself. "Mito?"

"Hashirama, it's not that easy. I'd have to create that seal from scratch, and even then, I do not know exactly how this Edo Tensei jutsu works. It would take me far longer than just a week to make such a seal." Her frown deepened. "Even if Tobirama and I worked together, it would take longer than a week. And Tobirama would know better than anyone how this jutsu works." Her brush was moving slowly over the paper. Hashirama gazed at her in sadness.

"But if we had another seal master helping?" Mito raised a brow again. "Hiruzen told me about his student Jiraiya. He's a bit of a master himself at sealing." Hashirama glared at the ground. "Although he's terrible with children."

"What happened?" Mito asked, an amused glint in her eyes.

"He threw your..." Hashirama frowned in thought. "I think he'd be your grand-nephew. Anyways, he threw your grand-nephew Naruto over a cliff edge to get him to use the Kyuubi's power to summon a toad." Mito giggled.

"That's not how I would have gone about it, but it did work out, didn't it?" Hashirama nodded.

"Yeah, but it was horrible. Naruto's mine, Tobirama's, and Madara's summoner you know. It was a-" Mito stood suddenly, cutting him off.

"A tale for another time. I've finished." She held up her newly created seal. "I'll be back in a second." With that she flashed towards Madara and Izuna.

"...mistake." Hashirama finished lamely, and watched as she slammed the paper on Izuna's forehead.

"SEAL!"