Uchiha Madara saw that he had returned to some era in the past.
It was not merely an illusion. The one he saw was not the child Senju Hashirama, but Hashirama as an adult.
Yet the place was still the same: the small river outside Konoha, the place that had once symbolized their friendship.
But by this time, Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama were no longer as close as they once had been. Behind them stood the irreconcilable blood feud between their two great clans.
Uchiha Madara raised the blade in his hand—his ultimate weapon, the Uchiha Gunbai Scythe.
Senju Hashirama also rolled up his sleeves, and several astonishing weapons instantly appeared in his hands.
As the two shouted, "Kill!" the people behind them surged forward as well, charging toward that little river!
Senju Butsuma, Senju Kawarama, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shin... Countless people wielded weapons and charged at the enemy across from them. For some reason, those who had died in past battles had also come back to life, taking up weapons to join this fight. Before long, the two sides clashed. Blood spilled, and the once tranquil stream soon became a river stained red with blood!
Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama engaged each other. Madara used the Uchiha Gunbai Scythe to lock Hashirama's weapon in place and roared, "Senju Hashirama, why must you start a war like this? Why?!"
Senju Hashirama said coldly, "Perhaps this is something destined in our lives. The difference in our identities means we were fated never to become friends, only enemies."
Senju Hashirama's eyes suddenly turned crimson. That was... the Sharingan?!
No, that definitely was not the Sharingan. It was... some kind of bewildering miasma! The Senju Hashirama before him looked as though he had gone mad, yet Uchiha Madara could not see through