Tobirama gave a light huff. "Well then, you most certainly are a one-of-a-kind Uchiha." he adressed the taller. "Surely you are aware of your curse." the youth was not going to be fooled.This is why, Hashirama..." he gazed to his big brother, eyes holding a tinge of sadness. "...they cannot be trusted. How easily he changed sides..."

Madara snarled."I should spill your guts right here, Senju!" the sharingan flared, and yet... yet there was this struggling clansman stating that peace could be achieved, and there was Izuna... "I can't build peace with a Senju!! Not when my three brothers' blood is all over your clan's hands!" he cried out and jumped, taking ahold of a tree branch with a free hand and swinging himself above Itachi in order to strike at the others.

As Tobirama had stated, the curse of hatred had conusmed him. "Stop daydreaming, brother!" he drew his blade, two hands upon its hilt. "It sounds like you miss your brothers terribly. Joining them is something I can arrange."