Madara froze. Senju... so then his brother... Hashirama was-- The boy got up, taking out his shuriken. There was no way he was going to let Izuna get another draw.

Tobirama gave a scowl. Only one person existed that could recognize him without his usual war garb. How had he not noticed the other's presence? "Izuna... Looks like we're outnumbered by Uchiha. Brother! We must retreat." winning against two, yes, but two against three was a risk he was unwilling to take.

"You're Hashirama... Senju!?" Madara turned accusing eyes to the other. Images went through his mind, of their battles against the Senju where he had happened his two eldest and youngest brother's corpses on three different occasions.