None of them dared move, except for Hashirama. The last words of the man he'd grown up fearing the most were an order to his own medic to heal Tobirama instead of himself.

"I'm learning..." he meekly rose his hand. His medical jutsu wasn't anything to brag about yet, not really. He was still very young, spent more time daydreaming than practicing. But his dreams had just become reality. And that meant, he had to as well.

Itachi let go, and Hashirama ran toward the Uchiha clan head.

He poured healing chakra into the wound, and for a moment, he thought he might actually be able to save the man...