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Through the haze of broken trees and sizzling ground, Hashirama staggered back, with parts of structure down his chin falling apart. Yet even this feeling of excitement as he remembered the battled against Madara as he smiled... a solemn, almost proud smile.
"I can't imagine," he said, voice rough but steady, "how monstrous you'd be if you'd mastered that form completely. You burn your life away just to win... You remind me of a friend of mine."
His chakra flared again, forest regrowing around him, slower this time, shakier.
"I wish you'd been born in our era. We might've changed everything."
The Raikage paused, his smoking skin faintly cracking under the lightning's strain. For the first time, his eyes softened... just a fraction. "Hn. Flattery won't save you, First Hokage."
Hashirama grinned weakly. "It wasn't flattery. It was regret."
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The Raikage unsealed the scroll he carried and pulled out two of the Sage's treasured relics. The Canopy Rope shimmered faintly... but now it pulsed with black lightning. He gripped one end, swinging it through the air like a whip.
The strike cut through the air with a thunderous snap. Hashirama raised a wooden barrier to intercept, but the rope tore through it as if it were paper. Trees split in half. Hashirama's shoulder caught the edge of the blow, slicing deep enough to reveal the bone beneath.
Before he could react, the Raikage hurled the Shichiseiken... straight at him. The blade glowed a mix of black and crimson, screaming through the air. It carved through several wooden trunks and grazed Hashirama's face, leaving a burn as his face sizzled.
When the blade embedded itself in a fallen tree behind Hashirama, The Raikage appeared there instantly, retrieving it and driving a kick into Hashirama's side to send him sprawling across the clearing.
He looked at the sword. A word had begun to form on its surface... faintly glowing.
Madara.
The Raikage thought. So, that's the name that clings to your soul… Madara Uchiha, huh.
He turned toward Hashirama, whose body was still mending. "You're a tough opponent. Only you could've stopped me. There's no one else... not even in your own time... who could match me now. I am the second strongest after you. Though you were reanimated weakened."
Hashirama chuckled, though it came out ragged. "Second strongest? No, you misunderstand. You're powerful, Raikage… terrifyingly so. But there was one other."
He looked up, eyes distant. "My friend. Madara Uchiha. If he stood here, even your black lightning might bend before his ocular powers. The three of us... you, him, and I... could've brought peace to this cursed world."
He smiled softly, as if seeing a memory. "Maybe in another life—"
The Benihisago around Raikage's waist pulsed once. The word Madara flashed across its surface, glowing bright. Hashirama blinked, realization dawning too late. "Wait... what is that... I want to tell you about Madara. He liked inarizushi sweet fried tofu sushi but disliked fish eggs. and... and... He liked watching birds--"
The gourd's mouth opened with a sucking roar. Hashirama's body was dragged toward it like a river breaking through a dam. His body convulsed, splintering into wooden fragments as the sealing inscription spread across his chest.
His final expression was almost serene... calm acceptance as his body was sucked in. As he said, "We shall fight again this time in our full force. Though you would die, if I used my full force."
The Benihisago clicked shut.
The forest fell silent again. The Raikage stood there, chest heaving, the black lightning still sparking weakly around him. His entire body smoked... skin cracked, veins glowing faintly black under the surface.
He could feel it... the slow collapse of his cells, the internal burning of using black lightning beyond the limit. His heartbeat stuttered, then steadied with effort.
He resealed the relics, locking the Benihisago back inside the scroll. When the last seal closed, he exhaled and dropped to one knee. The cloak flickered, dimmed, and finally vanished.
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Bee sprinted across the destroyed terrain, leaping from stump to stump until he reached the crater. The moment he saw the Raikage, his stomach clenched.
The great warrior... the unbreakable wall of Kumogakure... was half-kneeling, smoke rising from his skin. His muscles twitched uncontrollably, each breath scraping his lungs.
"Raikage-sama!" Bee yelled and stopped his usual rap, sliding to a halt. He dropped beside him, pulling a small pouch of herbs from his belt. "Don't move. These are from Master Sabu... made with high quality herbs grown on Genbu. They'll at least stop the burn."
He crushed them between his palms, the paste releasing a bitter scent, and applied it across the Raikage's shoulders and chest. The sizzling quieted slightly, though the skin still smoked.
The Raikage managed a faint grin. "You… worry too much."
"Someone's gotta," Bee muttered, eyes grim. "You just sealed the First Hokage. That's like slapping the god of shinobi. How about we name you God Slayer. What a weird thing to say... How about The Mighty Lightning God? That's too cranky How about... How about?" Bee was struggling with words and to keep the Raikage conscious.
The Raikage chuckled once, weakly. "That is a weird name."
Bee turned inward, calling out to his partner. "Gyūki, you see this mess?"
Gyūki's voice rumbled through Bee's mind. "I see it. That black lightning nearly killed him. His chakra pathways are tearing apart from the inside. I can't completely heal him... but I can stabilize him inside my tails cocoon. You'll need to assist."
Bee frowned and shouted. "Then tell me what to do."
"Not here," Gyūki said. "Take him to the village... to his wife. She can finish the healing once I stabilize him." Even Gyuki didn't believe what he said... The Raikage is beyond healing, his cells are decaying faster.
Bee nodded, "Let's get you home. Master should have a solution to this."
The Raikage, half-conscious now, muttered, "Hmph."
He crouched low, chakra flaring around his legs. Then, with a thunderous leap, he bolted across the ruined valley... carrying the wounded raikage in the tail cocoon back toward Kumogakure.
Behind them, the forest that Hashirama had summoned began to crumble, leaves turning to dust. However, In the corner Orochimaru was eyeing like a snake as he saw the duo disappear towards Kumo.
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A/N: Finally the battle against tobirama and Hashirama ended with life threatening injuries to the Raikage.