Izuna's body fell slack in Madara's arms, passing out just like Tajima did when Itachi used his genjutsu. But at least he had a smile on his face.


"Someone... has to take the first step..." Itachi insisted. "Your oldest son... Madara... The Senju's oldest boy, Hashirama... They already have. And one day... they'll sign a treaty. They'll make a village. They'll..."

Itachi doubled over, coughing until blood shot through his fingers.

"They'll... ch..change the ninja world..."

At least, he prayed that would still happen. As it was, he may have rewritten history in ways he couldn't possibly imagine.

"And maybe someday... someday... no one will ever... ever... have to kill their brother... again..."