Time passed by oddly for the Uchiha.
At times he could feel the decades that weighed on his mind, time would seem to slow as he unconsciously reminisced on times past.
And then at times like now, time felt like a blur. His mind reeled in an attempt to get a grip on the moment before a migraine set in.
His joints had begun to become heavy, Madara had been traveling less but still found himself sightseeing as he unconsciously wandered close to his old home. He found rest upon a monument that resembled his visage from many years ago. Across the river was an old friend, the two statues perpetually facing off against one another.
Below lay the valley, the landscape changed by time and their legendary fight. He could recall every move, every blow, every second of that fight perfectly, as if it engrained in his memory.
The rushing water seemed to be moving less quickly as time slowed and the old Uchiha remembered.