"Impure World Reincarnation!"
Using his younger brother's remains as a medium and a death-row prisoner as a living sacrifice, Tobirama summoned Itama Senju back from the Pure Land to the mortal world.
Watching the despairing prisoner struggle as swirling gray dust swallowed him headfirst, and hearing his final, heart-rending scream, Hashirama widened his eyes and swallowed nervously, uncomfortable all over.
No matter how many times I see it, this technique really is sinister...
"Tobirama, you have to classify this as a forbidden technique! Don't go using it carelessly!"
Tobirama gave a barely audible scoff, too quiet for his older brother to hear.
Once the reincarnation dust engulfed the adult prisoner, his body rapidly changed, shrinking to the size of a child.
Then the dust scattered, and Itama Senju, dressed in Warring States Armor with hair half black and half white, slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with confusion.
At the sight of his youngest brother, still a child who had never had the chance to grow up, Hashirama's eyes immediately filled with tears.
He forced back his sobs, managed a strained smile, and hurried toward Itama with his arms spread wide, calling softly:
"Itama..."
"Aaaah! Stay away, all of you!"
Hashirama had barely taken a step when Itama snapped to his senses. Terrified, he searched frantically for anything he could use as a weapon, his entire body poised defensively.
"Stay away!"
Fear and wariness filled Itama's eyes. He stared fixedly at the two unfamiliar adults who, to him, had appeared out of nowhere, his body as tense as a taut steel wire.
Unlike Izuna, who had always been clever and composed, Itama had been far too young when he died to make sense of what was happening.
Worse still, Itama's last memory remained frozen at the moment five adult