He loved his little brother more than anything... more than anyone. Right now, only Izuna's pain mattered. The clan? The wars? No. None of that mattered. He had the power... to dry those tears that streamed down his brother's face, to bring him a smile again.
Mangekyo sharingan stared into foggy, watery black orbs... and Madara felt an unbearable jolt even as he triggered the illusion before slowly sinking onto his brother, eyes fading back into pools of polished onyx as they closed, as if he merely fell asleep, passing out even as he held onto his brother. And to Izuna, a familiar song.. a familiar voice and sight and touch came as their mother embraced the two of them, singing a lullaby...
Tajima gave a scowl. There was a valid point. He had only two sons, and yet enemies were numerous...
"If this is as such..." but no. No. Even if only one survived, what guarantee did he have that all his enemies would be brought down before they also met their end?
"...and so you would suggest peace as an option? The Senju may very well stab our backs the moment they are turned!"
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Mangekyo sharingan stared into foggy, watery black orbs... and Madara felt an unbearable jolt even as he triggered the illusion before slowly sinking onto his brother, eyes fading back into pools of polished onyx as they closed, as if he merely fell asleep, passing out even as he held onto his brother.
And to Izuna, a familiar song.. a familiar voice and sight and touch came as their mother embraced the two of them, singing a lullaby...
Tajima gave a scowl.
There was a valid point.
He had only two sons, and yet enemies were numerous...
"If this is as such..." but no. No. Even if only one survived, what guarantee did he have that all his enemies would be brought down before they also met their end?
"...and so you would suggest peace as an option? The Senju may very well stab our backs the moment they are turned!"