The crimson barrier, hot as fire, sent waves of heat billowing through the air and successfully trapped the Ten-Tails inside.
Everything before him felt far too real.
Tobirama maintained the chakra output, his eyes reflecting the open passage beneath the barrier wall and the Allied Shinobi Forces fearlessly charging toward the Ten-Tails' head.
The dream seemed to be unfolding according to his subconscious.
The Ten-Tails, Madara, the Rinnegan.
Having seen through everything, Tobirama read his own thoughts. Even though everything in the real world had settled down, he was still wary of those three things.
Since this was a dream...
Then couldn't he, Tobirama, become the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki?
"Tobirama!"
"Oh!" Hashirama's shout interrupted his thoughts. Tobirama formed the Shadow Clone hand seal and looked at the two clouds of smoke drifting behind him. "I can't believe I'm only this capable, even with just two clones."
"Even if we're outnumbered, we've got no choice but to go for it."
At Hashirama's command, the clones split off, one heading for Madara's position and the other for the Ten-Tails, sealed beneath the Gate of the Great God.
The chaotic battlefield rang with the sounds of fighting. As he maintained the barrier, Tobirama's eyes darted about, searching for the one flaw in their plan.
The chakra Tobirama spent maintaining the Four Red Yang Formation quickly recovered within his Reanimated Body. His sensory abilities spread rapidly across the land, but he couldn't find any trace of Rikusei.
The two men who had been Konoha's Third in realities now intertwined with a dream both released their sensory abilities at the same time, probing the land.
After sending Orochimaru to the Five Kage, Rikusei remained airborne above the battlefield, circling within his Susanoo.
The events had indeed followed the script that had been written long ago.
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