Chapter 3: Twist of Character!

(Unknown, Uchiha Base of Operations.)

(Susano'o)

Life was truly a precious thing. It took 9 months to form, 5 years to gain proper conciousness and 20 years to reach your prime. Or die before it, after all that, it takes a simple second to end another's life. Common sense states that we as a whole should preserve ourselves, but the world of shinobi was one ruled by hatred, vengeance and greed. It had twisted right and wrong to their own personal beliefs and when a clash of ideals came, instead of talking like civilised adults they fought like 5 year old children or ended it to each their own.

Not one person looked past a village and the beliefs the village instilled and saw the destruction that was caused by pure idiocy in its most obvious form. Alas, to survive in such a world or to change it one must become part of it. Understand it, see where it is coming from.

Perhaps I am bejng presumptuous in my view that only the Uchiha were free from the clash of battles, and childlike mannerisms. perhaps it is me fallling to the same thing I hate but the evidence is there. We had gone years without fights and sought no battle, we believed in family and sought peace, but indeed we had believed, waited for and expected the day we show our might and fight for our freedom. We had wanted this.

Such thoughts occupied my mind quite often as the days of battle came to end, the shock the world faced at the revival of the Uchiha clan was in fact amusing. Especially when they spotted Madara on the field, looking to be in his later 50s, despite how his fellow friends had aged up to 85. The arrival of Madara had indeed shocked people but when my father and I joined the battlefield, thats when chaos ensued. The arrival of a man of Madara's level of genius despite lacking his power was somewhat foreboding and then came the Ghost Squad, comprising of three boy wonders. The ace of the Uchiha clan. Shisui of the Shunshin, Itachi of the Crows and Susano'o of the Kawarimi. Shisui had left many dead before blinking while Itachi captured them in a genjutsu or moving from one point to another whilst untouchable and incredibly fast.

My particular ability left many doubting the jutsu's widely known rank as E- rank or if I had simply created his own. Blitzing around, destroying anythingnin my line of sight. Switching with pebbles in between people, and leaves or rain drops in the air.

Though, it wasn't only the Uchiha producing generational talent, there was the Kiroii no Senko, Madara Senju. His ability a lot like mine but fundamentally different, whilst mine relied on something so basic and easy, his required constant concentration and consumed lots of chakra. Standing beside him stood Tsunade Senju, Slug Princess, a woman who had inherited seals from her grandmother and super strength and healing from her grandfather to combine into a dangerous force. A grace of mobility about her to go with it, it encaptured me even in battle, it was honeestly almost the reason of death twice.

Lastly from Konoha was Jiraiya Hatake and Sakumo Hatake, not as young as the others but just as fearsome, with Jiraiya a summoner of the Toad clan and a master of their arts and senjutsu, he wrecked through soldiers like they were ragdolls, and Sakumo Hatake, his brother was incredibly fast and was fantastically skilled in kenjutsu. His skill witht the blade being unparalleled to the point that it only left a white trail behind and his summons leaving him with the nickname of the White Fang Sakumo.

Though to say the Uzumaki were slacking would be to underestimate their prodigy, but that would be almost suicidal. Hashirama Uzumaki was also the same age as me and Madara, he was a master of the Uzumaki sealing chains, specifically with his mutated version the invisible chains, they were a more stronger version of the chains, unleashing seals from the tips, faster than the usual chains and capable of restraining 2 Biju simultaneously. Beside him had stood Izumi Uzumaki, she had been a whirlwind of kenjutsu, taijutsu and ninjutsu. A true demon but her sister in all but blood was the real demon, her red hair was a concealed weapon, splitting 3 ways and as an extra three swords added to her already dual wield style of fighting. Her water jutsu slowly becoming blood in a show of mastery of water, the victims blood was used against them.

This generation was truly going to surpass the Generation of Legends, this would be the Generation of Miracles.

(Uzushiogakure)

(Hashirama Uzumaki)

The whole village grieved but none more than me. There was no pain greater than this, my own sister, my younger sister sacrificing herself for me. As if mine mattered more than hers. Simply because of a lapse of concentration. I was meant to protect her, not grieve for her. Damn her, she should be grieving. Not me. A bitter chuckle escaped my lips, now I was jealous of a dead woman. I wish I could have been just a slight bit faster, a little stronger, maybe if I was better she wouldn't have to. Now Susano'o was already preparing to replace her. How could he, his own grand daughter? She had loved him more than possibly me and that was pretty hard.

There was nothing I can do to bring her back, I have to accept that simple fact. There was no fact more true than that. But indeed there was another fact of such levels of truth. He would become stronger, he would become better. He would become Pain. The world shall know the pain they caused him and each other for their greed. Simply because an old man wanted more than he needed. He wanted the name the most powerful.

I would reach there, then I would show the world pain. Only in pain can people unite. My red hair slowly seeping of it's red colour, turning black. My eyes gaining a purple glint before I left, walking towards the Kage's office. Striding in, my armor clinking, my last question to my grandfather on my mind, my long hair, half red shocking Susano'o, turning to look at Kushina and Nagato who sat beside him on in the room. When nobody left, my warm voice ringing hollow,

"Leave!"

When they scattered like flies, I arose to sit on the Kage seat. "What's wrong, Hashirama? Something seems to be on your mind."

"Answer this question: What is life?"

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Answer it!"

"Life is precious, something to be preserved."

"What is war?"

"War is death as a whole."

"What is pain?"

"Pain is the consequence of war."

"You are wrong. Pain is the only way to bring man together. War is a consequence of greed and is inavoidable. They hypocrisy of a man who has killed hundred to talk of life as being precious, if you were capable you would not hesitate to end another's life. The Uzumaki way of life is merely a blinding tactic to destroy morals or play upon it."

"What is happening here? Hashirama what is happening here? You talk to us as if you aren't among us."

"I am not, I am no longer Hashirama nor Uzumaki, I am no one's friend, I am no ones brother. I am death, I am your darkest desires, I am Pain!"

"This is not how I taught you. You speak like you are intent on defection and you do know that I can not watch you go?"

"So be it."

(Same place)

(Narrator)

As grandfather and grandson collided in battle, the last of Hashirama's humanity left him. His hair darkening until only the tips remained red and random a random streak that framed his face on his bangs, Susano'o felt his heart crack, his dreams fade and his sadness envelope him as his hair too lost its red and become white, only the tips remained red. The last connection to his grandchild. He knew he would never manage to end his grandson's life but he wished to at least restrain him or speak sense to him. He knew he was too far gone but he would be damned if he did not try.

A graceful kick aimed at Hashirama's head missed, as a fist slammed into Susanoo's gut knocking the breath out of him, his sealing chains released from behind as they amalgamated to form a cocoon, "Do you know why Madara named his avatar after me?" Hashirama did not reply and it only reminded him of the change between Hashirama's warmness compared to this coldness.

As the chains moved away to reveal a golden avatar reminiscent of Madara's own. As the chains clinked to the floor, Hashirama started to move upwards, higher and higher. Literally flying. A hand outstretched pointed towards the structure, his hair floating around him. His amythest eyes gaining the purple glow again. Clear and without hesitation as if he knew it all his life he spoke the words that would never allow him to return to his old self again.

"Shinra Tensei!"

A massive boom followed, the office that had been in the middle of the village, the rubble pushed outwards and destroying a third of the village. As Hashirama slowly descended, he walked towards Susano'o,

"This is the revenge you deserve for all those you killed."

A feeble voice followed after those cold last words to the one had used to love. "Your right, but remember I will always love-"

A black rod pierced his heart, "Don't taint me with those words."

He walked out of the rubble, towards the entire village that had gathered to see the commotion. He started floating again, denying gravity it's right. His hand raised, with two words the whole village was doomed.

"Chibaku Tensei."

A black orb ripping through the people gaining rocks before it sped upwards faster and faster before it disappeared for a second, in that second no one moved all in shock at what had just happened. When people started to understand, a bright purple star glowed in the sky, before it moved downwards faster than any could move and it smashed the floor, wrecking the village as waves thrashed outwards.

Looking at the destruction and the massacre of his clan, family and home, he gripped his head, overcome with pain, "Don't doubt yourself. I have to do this!"

With that he straightened and walked to the ocean, "This world shall know pain!"

Before he fell straight onto the sea, floating outwards, devoid of energy.

(A/N)

The main villain has entered the chat!

Before somebody says, that he wouldn't survive in the water, besides the fact i think you can, depending to be honest on your luck and your faith. But can of you summon rocks send them to space and bring them down and massacre everyone in seconds, no? I thought so. Now i took inspiration from Pain himself and Itachi. Some people might not like this but just watch it play it out.

I know people don't change that drastically but just wait and see what happens.

I got a lot of people ask me for a comic book version of this book. Well, I allow everyone to try, but lets make things fun, could you send them to me, make it like a competition. The winner gets to ask design a character for me to add to the book, bonus points if u make a comic character for the person u want to add. Not literally, but it would help.