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The metallic clash of swords echoed far in the early morning air. The smell of blood in his nostrils, the enemy’s face in front of him… except… “Madara! It’s not too late! We can still make peace! We can end this senseless slaughtering!”
The Uchiha dragged in a rattling breath, before he forced himself to speak. “It was too late… before we were even aware, Hashirama!” The grip around his Gunbai’s handle tightening even further, the Uchiha leader charged towards Hashirama once more.