On the Amegakure Battlefield, Orochimaru felt a headache coming on as he watched Madara arrive with a sniper rifle slung over his shoulder...
"When is the next battle?" Madara asked flatly.
"Grandpa Madara, it'll probably be quite a while before the next battle. We hit them pretty hard last time, after all," Tsunade said helplessly beside him.
"So there aren't any enemies?" Madara asked irritably.
He had agreed to compete with Hashirama. For all he knew, Hashirama had already started killing people, while he had made no progress at all. How could he let that happen?
"Uh... there are. After that battle, Hanzō was still fighting the Land of Iron, so he hasn't had time to deal with us. Now he only sends a few squads to harass us from time to time, but Hizashi and Hiashi have killed them all," Orochimaru said after some thought.
"Hmm. Call Hizashi and Hiashi back. Leave it to me."
Madara arrived at the spot, sent Hiashi and Hizashi away, and crouched alone in a tree with his sniper rifle ready...
"Boss, nobody who's come here has made it back alive. Watch out for an ambush," a Chunin lackey warned, swallowing hard.
"Heh, who gives a damn about an ambush? Let them come. We brought two hundred men this time. The previous attacks were all feints to make them lower their guard. This time, we'll send two hundred men straight in through their rear. An ambush? We'll catch them off guard!" the lead Jonin said dismissively.
Madara heard their conversation and smiled faintly. If those two Hyuga Clan brats had been here, they might have suffered a setback. But he was the one here now.
Madara closed his left eye, lined his right eye up with the scope, then... pulled the trigger...
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