‎ *pulls out some random plot armor taijutsu at the last minute* ‎

‎ 🍃: ‘now we must fight 20 straight rounds of mortal kombat for the honor of guy sensei! get ready!” ‎

‎ 🐯: ’𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐄? 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘.’ ☘️: “yes, guy sensei! i can already feel it! this place needs a pair of new heroes! and we will aid the heroes here!” 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐆𝐔𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐄! ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ hashirama had served his purpose, the reanimation was beginning to wear off. “heh… i’ll let him take it from here.” he had full trust in the ability of the next generation to be able to handle things from here. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ “it’s complicated at first, but you’ll get it over time.” he closed the scroll, handing it over to sora. smiling. “now— as i said the rest you have to learn on your own, it’s apart of being a shinobi.” “but with how well you’ve done so far, you’ll get the hang of it.” ‎

‎ the senju would pull out a kunai, slicing across soras thumb, drawing blood. “forgive me, it’s apart of the process.” he would then open the scroll, “now sign your name using your blood, and leave a print.” + ‎

‎ he was getting it, and fast. and thus honestly made hashirama a bit proud. what an interesting boy. “good. and now comes the fun part.” he would summon a bunch of scrolls, laying them all out on the floor for sora to see. “these are yours.” + ‎

‎ it was as he expected, sora was accelerating at an impressive rate, he kind of reminds hashirama of himself, clasping his hands together with a smile he spoke. “very good! however, your training doesn’t end here. next up on the agenda is walking on water.” + ‎

‎ ‎ this caused hashirama to perk up a bit, that was very interesting indeed. “two elenments? i’ve only ever seen that in so many other shinobi.” this got a chuckle out of him, this boy was something special … hashirama even thinks back to the children of prophecy. could he be one? + ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ “well before we get started, we have to figure out exactly what your special element is— basically the jutsu that will be the easiest to start with for you.” he pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to the young brunette. + ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ “why the art of ninjutsu of course!” “i can feel a strong sense of chakra within you— you just have yet to actually unlock it because it’s something you’ve never actually had to use.” ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ “i too know what i have to do, madara.. i just honestly wish it didn’t have to come to this.” “my stance is clear, i will be fighting alongside #𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐈. as they’re the true ones who will bring peace to our world.” ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ “and killing the ones who are trying to bring peace is the way!?” “no, i am not a coward, madara. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄.” ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ “don’t worry, i didn’t come to change your mind. but to merely teach you some things— if you’re up for it.” “make no mistake, obito isn’t like anyone you’ve faced before. you already know the basics of the sharingan but it doesn’t just stop there.” + ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ “still blinded to it… i hope you understand that i will be the one to bring you down.” “your idea of peace will not prosper.” ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ i did, you caused that to happen. do you see where your greed and selfishness got you? you have no one but yourself to blame for this, madara. ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ as much as it pains me to admit, it looks like things will have to be that way. ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ “before you decide to do that— i wish to speak to you. sora, was it?” a man stood behind him, a warm smile on his face. “do not be alarmed, i am hashirama senju, the first hokage and founder of the hidden leaf village.” ‎ ‎

+ “Sasuke… … head to the #𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐈 base… … and tell them to 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫… … from this moment forward… I promise you… … 𝐭𝐡𝐞 #𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 will fall…”

ᴀ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ

ɢᴏᴅ ᴀʟᴍɪɢʜᴛʏ

‎ ‎ ‎ “stop this— madara!” he weaved more hand signs, shooting a bunch of wooden stakes at his old friend. even if he stood no chance, hashirama was not one to back down. not when the fate of everything is at stake. + ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ “Wood Style: Four Pillar Prison Jutsu!” he would attempt to trap madara in a wood style prison. he needs to do something— anything. ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ damn it, i’m too late! ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ Standing before the beast its crimson eye staring down at him. “I will bring peace. And you are the tool that will aid me” He raised a hand and absorbed the tailed beast. Taking on the form of its jinchuuriki. Far sooner than he originally intended.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ he didn’t say another word, simply and very hesitantly getting into a fighting stance, his eyes darted to the ground. he hates that it had to come to this. “you leave me no choice… i must kill you here and now.” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “you won’t be touching the leaf.” “i swore an oath to protect it even at the cost of my life.” “i knew you were up to something, old friend. i just hoped that it didn’t have to come to this again.” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “are you not listening to yourself!? do you not hear how deranged you sound!? peace cannot be forced!” “you’re talking about ruling them through fear! that’s not peace, that’s dictatorship!” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “and by doing what?! causing death and destruction everywhere you go!?” “you say you wish to create peace— yet so hypocritically are the very thing preventing it.” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “what was that, madara?” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

/: who tf saved this 😭

/: i’m doing this on my lesser known accs. the others don’t rlly want or need to see what im about to say.

/: i love how you just keep blocking niggas, keep doing that. keep being a good little bitch.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ (sigh.) please settle down, children. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

❝I WANT TO BECOME STRONGER!❝ ››› son retasu. the youngest child of goku and chi-chi. the weakest of her siblings. an oc roleplay account set in the dragon ball verse. another muse of #pαѕтelpαlleтeѕ.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ no? this doesn’t feel like a reanimation to me. how about you? ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ well— that’s the thing, madara. the other hokages are dead. at least to my knowledge. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ well— i died not that long after. it has been quite a while here, maybe 20 years if i recall correctly? ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ for once we agree on something. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the hell is an ‘unc’ ? ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ … i’m suddenly not against committing child murder. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ please don’t, madara… he’s only a child. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ (a chuckle.), come now madara, we haven’t even seen their capabilities yet, give them time. they may end up surprising us. don’t underestimate the power of youth, old friend. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i don’t see it that way— they’re simply enjoying their youth. training is important, yes. but it is also always good to rest the soul. the greatest warriors of any kind know that. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Name: 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐔 Age: 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 Ethnicity: 𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝑵𝑶 𝑳𝑬𝑾𝑫‼️

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ you can’t say you don’t envy it, madara. the next generation. just look at them. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ and that’s exactly why i envy them. remind me of how my mito and i were. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎