The sounds of the battle field seemed to die away as Madara stared across at Hashirama. He wanted to believe him, wanted to reach out and take the offered hand...
But he had Izuna in his arms, unconscious and bleeding out from the wound Hashirama's brother had given him, and Madara had fought in enough battles to know when a wound was fatal. He couldn't lose Izuna, not now, not ever - he'd promised to protect him!
But he couldn't protect him from this, couldn't fight this, he wasn't a medic nin - Medic Nin!
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I'm sorry for taking so long with this!
Date: 2013-04-08 04:05 am (UTC)But he had Izuna in his arms, unconscious and bleeding out from the wound Hashirama's brother had given him, and Madara had fought in enough battles to know when a wound was fatal. He couldn't lose Izuna, not now, not ever - he'd promised to protect him!
But he couldn't protect him from this, couldn't fight this, he wasn't a medic nin - Medic Nin!
"Heal Izuna." Madara said.
"Heal my brother...and then we'll talk."