#daichihojo

It all happens so quickly. The Uchiha has been pushed to exhaustion by the unrelenting attacks, something he makes note of to mention to the younger Senju should they meet again. What happened to not wanting to hurt me?

Madara barely notices before it is too late, that someone has gotten behind him, and he rolls out of the way of a large sword, lifting his gunbai to block the next swing. He feels the protest his aching body gives him, and gives a grunt, forcing more strength into his legs to push himself forward and shove the sword back. He doesn’t notice the second blade in time, couldn’t block even if he wanted to, and when it pierces his stomach, he freezes in shock. Red eyes look down at the crimson stained steel, and for a moment, it doesn’t seem...right.

The sword is ripped from his body, and he chokes, bile and blood coming up in his throat, and he is only vaguely aware of the wall of water that knocks him to his feet and sends him across the field. No...this can’t be right. he thinks as he struggles to get up. Tobirama...Tobirama wouldn’t order them to...

“I’ll tell my men to avoid you on the field. I don’t want to lose you to this...”

“I won’t let them kill you, I’ll make it clear that you are to be brought in alive.”

The words echo in his mind as his vision begins to fade, his body is made heavy by the water soaking his robes, and when he falls back into it, he swears he feels Hashiramas’ chakra flare. Is this it then? He had them kill me? Tobirama lied...

“I love you, please be careful.”

[hair]:length, colour, texture, whether it grows quickly or slowly, how manageable it is, whether it requires lots of styling, do they leave stray hairs everywhere, is it present on their face, is it present on the rest of their body, etc.

Hair is Madara’s most distinct feature. Despite the stubborn appearance to it, his individual hair strands, while very thick, is actually very soft. They appear black at first glance, but under certain lighting and angle, they have a deep red sheen to them. 

His hair is at its most difficult to manage during morning (obviously) and after war (where blood has matted against the strands). He uses a plain comb, and then a large paddle brush to tame his locks.

His extraordinary hair length actually serves lots of purposes. First, to protect his sensitive nape. Next, to keep off unwanted stimuli that may trigger an innate sensor’s overload fit. Last, he keeps specialized lightweight kunai in there. Even his hair is a weapon. He can gouge someone’s eye out if he wants.

(It also serves as making Madara look monstrous in the battlefield.)

[hands]:are they large or small, do they have pianist’s fingers or short stubby ones, do they tend to get sweaty or are they always dry, is the skin rough or delicate, are the nails painted or chewed or sharp, etc.

Madara’s hands are as rough-hewn as the rest of him, but probably rougher. His fingers are long, bony around the joints, and the flesh of his digits thickened by long years of training with various weapons and handling swords. He has tiny nicks of scars, some burns there. He cuts his nails in a square shape. 

He has quite the strong grip. A handshake with him is very firm. Almost like a vice. 

Another distinct feature: his hands are always, always warm. Even when he’s wearing his famous gloves. 

Light orbs lingered upon the shadow that had been lurking in the dimly lit hallway for sometime. Breathing softly and quietly, she lifted her head gently and realized it was merely Hashirama, her husband. With a tilt of her head, she called for him softly.