It was as if time had stopped.
A peace treaty. Minutes ago, the Senju were winning. The Uchiha could be slain, and now everything had turned and twisted but somehow ended up like this.

It was not a pretty situation, but it was perhaps the best that could have happened.
Tobirama could feel his body growing cold, clinging to consciousness. He saw his father also sign the document, and then... then he settled in and felt his eyes slip closed.

Renji arrived minutes later, a strangled cry escaping as he crouched by Tajima.
"Save them, please.." Butsuma pleaded.
"I... I can't." the medic knew no one that could do such a feat, particularly not himself. "I can't save both."
"..then.." Tajima breathed out the words. "...save him." and then, his body relaxed, eyelids slipping closed.

The next Uchiha heir had not been chosen, but still the treaty would hold. He could not even argue.
Ren cursed himself. He cursed his own physical weakness for being unable to fight. If he had been able to fight, he could have been on the battlefield with the man he had always seen as a brother.

...but he had been too late in coming here, and the clan head's last instruction were to save this boy.
Ren could only hope for a miracle as he began pouring chakra to numb the area where the sword stuck through the young boy. If only Renji had been there as well.
"...don't you Senju have medics?" he couldn't believe this situation.