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Continues from X

Lips pressed into a thin line, even when his cheek was burning in pain, the Senju hardly made a move or said a word. He knew what she was speaking, and as much as he hated to admit it, she was right. However, that didn't mean Tobirama would accept it. He already failed Kawarama and Itama, he couldn't failed Hashirama as well, but he did...

The slap wasn't really a surprise, while the man hadn't really interact with her (after all, the only thing he seems to care were Hashirama and everything that best for the man). This was how he grew up, to be everything Hashirama wasn't, to be his weapon, to aid him and protect him until the last of his breathe, yet he failed, because his brother decided to leave him behind, to break the promise that he would never be alone. He never realize how hard his nails was pressing against his palm nor how it was bleeding, his eyes fixed mainly on her, the woman that was his brother's wife, an Uzumaki, powerful, fearsome, not just because of their skill in Sealing but also their knowledge.

"He is not dead. I can bring him back, the jutsu, the seal, they are almost perfect." Just almost, and he held back a flinch. The last time he tried, to call back Itama and Kawarama... The dark memories he tried to seal away yet haunted him every damn night... They couldn't even recognize him, and they feared him. It got him deeper than he ever think of, and he could never bring himself to continues it, until now. "With your knowledge, and your tie with Death..." The Senju and the Uzumaki had been closed to each other, how could he not know? "Not just a seal, but his soul as well, he ..." He couldn't say that Hashirama will comes back to life, once again sealed his lips tightly, Tobirama looked down.

However, her next words made those same red gaze once returned, but this time, there was darkness in those orbs. It used to be icy, only soften when it was Hashirama, and even his team could only made it became slightly warm, unfortunately, his light, his sunshine, it was all gone, and perhaps, Tobirama already dead, the day he saw Hashirama's cold body was the dat the man no longer the brother everyone known of. He erased the line between genius and insanity...

"How dare you?" Gritted out the words, his hand reached out for her neck, nor the front of her clothes, an angry moment, no, frustrated, but before he could touch her, Tobirama stopped. Not even her words nor her touch could calm him down, but he knew better than to snap at her, when the kids still need her, Konoha still needed her.

"Konoha is his dream, his property." It wasn't his, he had no need for it, nor dream to take over it. Beside, Konoha didn't need someone like him, despite what people said, Tobirama believed while he could lead an organization, he wasn't suitable when it came to this... He was the shadow, and Hashirama was the light, the Senju could burn the whole world for him, could kill anyone as long as it was his brother's wish, anything, but he could never be what Hashirama was. "I am not someone to be Hokage, for, I'm a weapon, to be wielded by Hashirama."