Never before had he cursed himself so intensely. He should have ran off when he first saw the figure with the red eyes appear. He already saw all he wanted to see. A light scowl, and he dropped into view, blade at the ready, swung over his shoulder as he crouched.

"It's time to choose sides, brother."
This was not how Tobirama had wished for it to go, but seeing as he had been unexpectedly found out, they had to fight. The boy had nothing to indicate clan affiliation, quite thankfully. "And choose quickly." he instructed, keeping that sharingan out of his sight.

Madara instinctivelt slid closer to his clanmate and pulled out a kunai, although he was hesitant as he stared at Hashirama. The white-haired boy had called him brother... Had this been a trap all along?