6 The End of The Warring States Period

In the middle of the battlefield devoid of any life, vegetation, or animals, they all died, except a purple ribcage that barely managed to form, this was all that was left five silhouettes, all of them nearly dead, not one of them was off without either a lethal injury, or badly injured, Tobirama had his ribs showing from the burns but his Senju blood would keep him alive, Mito's hair had its tip turned a silver white from using too much vitality and more of it was turning partially white, Hashirama lost an eye, and Madara had holes in his legs as well as one on his collarbone, but Izuna was the worst one, he had the most ranged attack but he also hadn't the Vitality the Senju or the luck his older brother had, he had been stabbed though and had a hole in his gut and was dying fast.

"IZUNA STAY WITH ME PLEASE!"

"Mito, please is there anything you can do? any seals?"

"Madara, all I could do is prolong his pain, nobody could heal him...I am sorry ya know."

The Senjus remained quiet they knew they couldn't add to anything, they had fought for the last year, not as enemies, but as comrades, they would be lying if they said they weren't close now. The Uchiha and The Senju had grown close in this war, all the past animosity had vanished into the wind, and they had become a true alliance of respect, and awe for each other after learning their own stories which were so similar to their own.

Tobirama had gotten close to Izuna, and with their fights and training they had learned to respect each other, he saw him as a war buddy, and he had learned that nobody was born perfect or true to themselves.

"Heh, sorry Elder Brother seems I couldn't see your dream come true...goodbye I'll head off first."

"...I'm sorry Izuna, I couldn't protect you."

The Izanagi is powerful, so powerful it re-wrote reality itself, but Kenshiros attack wasn't any normal attack, it literally bent the world and reality to his will, all to attack them with the will of a world, he couldn't re-write an attack which annihilated reality itself for a brief moment.

In the middle of the battlefield lay there a lone man missing his left arm, and right eye, he had thrown himself at an attack from five directions, but he didn't dodge as his death was needed to give his clan time, he had the strength to survive but he was tired of war, and just wanted to rest, he had left his final work in a hidden place, the clan would have their heir, as the Branch Leaders had managed to guide the war in their favor, after hundreds upon hundreds of death in the Sasaki Clan, there were many times more deaths in the United Elemental Lands.

The Sasaki have consequently vanished from the Elemental Nations, but this was the plan, they had no defining features, no special skills they could define themselves with, they so vanished changed their appearances, and changed their looks infiltrating the many Elemental Nations and lying in wait they knew they couldn't come out on top with war, but they had to find a way to disappear.

They started this war just for an opportunity to disappear, they would infiltrate the many Hidden Villages, and wait for generations for the perfect opportunity this was so secret only 5 people knew the plan, Kenshiro, and the 4 Branch Leaders. The plan was pure insanity, they would sacrifice their kin, for what? Control, they would dominate the Hidden Villages first then their combined might wouldn't be able to be stopped, and the Hidden Villages would nurture their future generations without them knowing.

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4 years after the New Age War

Hashirama and Madara still were destined to fight one final battle, Madaras grief over losing his younger brother to someone he once considered a friend filled him with grief, remorse, and hate, he wished Izuna could have seen his dream come true, but after his death, he didn't think his dream possible, and after the war, he couldn't bring himself to devote himself truly to it, he helped train a new generation, along with Tobirama, and Hashirama, but this couldn't fill the void he tried having a family, but he couldn't just replace his brother, he stayed with the leaf as a shinobi loyal to the village, after nearly 4 years, he had decided to drown the world in peace, he came to the realization that Kenshiro's war had in fact brought the world closer to peace than before, but sadly the flames of war were about to spread once more.

He wouldn't allow that, he would fake his death and what better way than a battle with his old rival, a final battle with his old friend brought joy to him, it would be the final time they'd see each other after all.

While he couldn't stop the war he could end all wars in the future.

"Hashirama let's dance one final time."

"Leta finish this Madara."

He cast all his emotions into this fight, his sorrow, regret, and hatred, he felt thankful to Hashirama to be there to stop him.

And with this final battle, the three Gods of War of the Warring States had come to an end.

Fractured, and going into war the Leaf had been thrown into bloodshed once more.