Izuna knew there was no such jutsu to revive the dead. (In the future, there would be one, but the young Tobirama had yet to grow up and invent it yet.) But he was desperate, as any child would be.

"I want to see her, Maddy. I want to hear her sing. And feel her hug me..."

He didn't care if it was a genjutsu. He knew it was going to be a genjutsu. He just wanted it so badly...


Itachi scowled. He cringed at what might happen if he told the man the other secret of those eyes - how to make the powers permanent. Would Tajima pit brother against brother? Would he declare one the heir and one the spare? Better to have two blind sons than one dead at the other's hand.

"You have the power... to decide that the life of your sons... is more important than that of your enemies." He boldly shouted, before coughing heavily. "It's up to you... what you do with it!"