Leave it to Tobirama to plan something like this. While Madara had been forthcoming with their own plans, Tobirama had expertly kept him in the dark. Madara had had no clue his troops had grown to such sizes. Though he tells himself to go easy-these are Tobiramas’ troops-it appears that the men he faces have no such plan.
It all happens so quickly. The Uchiha has been pushed to exhaustion by the unrelenting attacks, something he makes note of to mention to the younger Senju should they meet again. What happened to not wanting to hurt me?
Madara barely notices before it is too late, that someone has gotten behind him, and he rolls out of the way of a large sword, lifting his gunbai to block the next swing. He feels the protest his aching body gives him, and gives a grunt, forcing more strength into his legs to push himself forward and shove the sword back. He doesn’t notice the second blade in time, couldn’t block even if he wanted to, and when it pierces his stomach, he freezes in shock. Red eyes look down at the crimson stained steel, and for a moment, it doesn’t seem...right.
The sword is ripped from his body, and he chokes, bile and blood coming up in his throat, and he is only vaguely aware of the wall of water that knocks him to his feet and sends him across the field. No...this can’t be right. he thinks as he struggles to get up. Tobirama...Tobirama wouldn’t order them to...
“I’ll tell my men to avoid you on the field. I don’t want to lose you to this...”
“I won’t let them kill you, I’ll make it clear that you are to be brought in alive.”
The words echo in his mind as his vision begins to fade, his body is made heavy by the water soaking his robes, and when he falls back into it, he swears he feels Hashiramas’ chakra flare. Is this it then? He had them kill me? Tobirama lied...
“I love you, please be careful.”
The heartbreak from this betrayal takes what little breath he has left, and he feels moisture gather in his closed eyes. Little flashes of their last meeting fill his mind, how Tobirama had pulled him close and uttered those words to him, how he had promised to protect him in his own way, and how Madara had sworn the same. He can hear a scream of his name, it sounds faded and he can barely recognize it as Hashiramas’ before the darkness claims even that.
