#kakumada

My hands have a lot of frostbites because I work outside, excuse the quality of this anon XD

I got an ask about Naruto and I have no idea what I’m doing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sketch for Tobirama and his (still unnamed, rip) bf and flat colours KakuMada!

Silence falls onto the valley as Madara closes his eyes, a thoughtful expression on his face. There should be birds chirping, dogs barking, humans yelling at each other. But the Mokuton left nothing alive, an eerie silence replacing the sounds of lives taken by it, the only thing breaking it is the soft sound of Kakuzu and Madara breathing, a sacrilege to the face of the God of Shinobi. Kakuzu knows he was supposed to die against Hashirama. But he is stubborn, and he loves life, and so he lives, an abomination to the very society he used to be a part of. A nukenin, he's heard people say. That is the new word for shinobi who've deserted their villages. There are only two in the world now. He is one. Madara is the other. « I have to stop him, » Madara speaks up. breaking the silence. He opens his eyes, black as onyx. « I have to destroy Konoha. »