[ I had a really hard time with this but I eventually figured short and crappy was better then waiting another week. You alright with a timeskip after this? ]

Madara did as Hashirama asked, one eye on his brother, one eye still on the Senju around them - especially Tobirama.

Despite his weariness, he couldn't help but look at the green glow surrounding his - firend's? enemy's? - rivals hand - there weren't many medic nin in the Uchiha clan, and Madara could never really resist a look at new Jutsu, whether he'd be able to copy it or not.