Tobirama allowed himself to relax as he felt the grip of the Edo Tensei release itself from him, watching as the shell his soul occupied began to splinter and flake off as it lost its structure. He looked up to the sky, ready to finally return to the pure lands, to his younger brothers, to peace.
But, as Hashirama and the other Hokage dissipated entirely, Tobirama instead felt a strange burning in his chest. Closing his eyes, he tried to pinpoint what was happening when he felt a jolt in his chest, strong enough to force him to to his knees.
Tobirama gripped his chest as he took in a strained gasp. His lungs continued to burn and Tobirama began to take large, heaving breaths as if he hadn’t breathed in decades.
And perhaps he hadn’t, but...
Looking down, Tobirama’s eyes widened as he saw the Edo Tensei shell flake away to reveal what looked like skin. Real, living skin. He looked around frantically to see that none of the other living shinobi were around him at the moment, all of them occupied elsewhere when they knew for sure the war was over.
Swallowing dryly, Tobirama could only stare as slowly the cracked, clay-like shell gave away to what appeared to be a brand new body for him. One that had lungs and organs and human needs like breathing and blinking. It was a novel feeling, and if he were someone else, Tobirama was certain he would panic.
When the last of the shell gave way, Tobirama closed his eyes, feeling his chakra, all of it as it should be, not the strange, somewhat restrained version that it was with the Edo Tensei. He felt the same as he did when he had just taken the Hokage position, and after opening his eyes again, figured that his body must reflect the same. His sight was far better than it had been by the end of his regular life.
Feeling a burst of fiery chakra that was far too familiar, Tobirama snapped his head towards it, frowning. It felt like Madara’s chakra, but not the twisted, dark version it had become. It was the strangely comforting hearth that he used to find comfort in so many years ago.
Before Madara had succumbed to madness.
Despite feeling his chakra, Tobirama’s eyes still widened when he saw the man emerge from the foliage, in what looked like the body he’d initially been revived in, but without the strange... face on his chest.
Madara stopped, staring at Tobirama in shock for a few moments before his gaze dropped lower and he bristled, flushing hotly.
“Senju, where are your damn clothes?!”
Tobirama blinked and looked down, noting for the first time his nudity. Apparently the dissolving of the Edo Tensei also included his clothes.
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