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@shariheir​ WROTE :

🛌my muse’s biggest nightmare ( madar or indra )

Before the war, what Madara fears most is that he will not be able to achieve the peaceful version of the world he had once envisioned alongside Hashirama. He’s terrified that things won’t go quite as planned, or that Hashirama will continue to be too weak to do what needs to be done, or that the inevitability of war will resurface &&. shatter everything they worked so hard to build. That is what initially sets him on his path toward the Infinite Tsukuyomi. It’s that innate fear of losing control of something so fragile that he thinks the only solution is to remove the variable that poses the biggest threat: freedom.

Impromptu Asks // @shariheir The forest is marked by death, thick sequoias splashed with crimson, blood splattered across tainted green leaves, mud soaked with life force. The bodies that lay strewn across the area give clear insight to what had happened here, a deployed team of ANBU, armed and ready for a battle they would never hope to win. To attack the serpent was nothing more than a death sentence, a suicide mission. Neither bringing them back alive nor dead a feat possible for even the more exceptional shinobi within the Hidden Leaf’s arsenal. But still, due to the stain the serpentine rogue left on Konoha’s deceptively corrupt image - the village would continue fruitless efforts to detain or execute them. The question catches the viper by surprise, as golden eyes shift to the side, their chatoyant gaze scanning over the second born Uchiha with a hint of curiosity. The Sannin is wearing as much blood as the forest around them, so very little of it, if any, their own. They take a moment to assess Sasuke, to scan his features and midnight eyes. Brilliant eyes. Optics that could flash a most stunning red. Bewitching for the serpent, due to the powers possessed. 

    “of course, it is.” it could be heard as an assurance, though she’s one to mock not comfort. still, it’s straightforward, a simple statement of the facts, earlier she just built on what Sakon had already told him. there was power, there was loss & the two went hand in hand. they’d all been curious, all wanted to see just who had been deemed worthy of fulfilling kimimaro’s role. (this one’s just a brat--no, she is to treat him as an extension of orochimaru-sama & she shall. she’s here because of the chain wrapped neatly around her neck & there’s no chance of breaking free of it) 

Impromptu Asks // @shariheir To say a visit from their old student was surprising was an understatement. Still, no matter how much distance the Uchiha tried to place between himself and his mentor, somehow he never could sever the last of his connections with them. Forever would there be something he may need from them, and such was the way the serpent liked it. To know that no matter what the man thought of them, he would still come back again, at a most unexpected and pleasant time. Allowing them to see what he had become after the lessons they had offered to shape him in to such a formidable shinobi. But more than anything, to see who he had become all on his own, by his own will, to his own credit.  They have been aware of his arrival the moment his cloaked figure navigated around their parole and set off various hidden seals. A little precaution put in place so no vigilante could try and assassinate the serpent and overrule the pardon they had received. It was not lost on the Sannin that the only reason they are given such exemption from the death penalty is because of their usefulness. It is the same reason Sasuke is here before them, seeking out the all knowing sage that never tired of gathering intel and exploiting the laws of the universe for their own benefit or curiosities.  While they could find their way down their own labyrinth like corridors to greet him at the entrance as they usually do, this time, they let their student come to them. Continuing with one of their projects despite how Sasuke makes their interest in such research dwindle. Far more inquisitive to have him return to his once home in Otogakure.  His to-the-point question, sparing little greeting other than calling their name, earns a soft and silken chuckle from their lips. As they carefully placed one of the vials back in to its holder, after inspecting the measurement was precisely to their liking. “It’s good to see you again too, my dear.”

@shariheir​ sent: " this world is better off without him. every wrong he etched into the soil was returned tenfold, his death nessecary. the third was just a coward & let his misguided sense of friendship cloud his judgement. " ( for yamato )

He regarded the young man carefully, his own face revealing nothing. He couldn’t be sure what had prompted this statement from Sasuke, but that didn’t matter. If it was something on the other’s mind, something he felt he needed to address or explain, then Yamato would let him. He could find no argument in Sasuke’s words. It was true that Hiruzen’s history with Danzo had allowed too many things to occur, had enabled the man to push boundaries that would have otherwise been questioned and prevented. 

It was complicated. He had hated Danzo once his eyes had been opened, hated the things he thought were necessary, hated the very foundation of Root and its methods, but... the man had raised him. He could never call him a father now, knowing what a real father was, but he had been the closest thing to family he’d ever had back then. The only adult who ever seemed to care, even if all Danzo wanted was his power. His death had, therefore, left him with conflicted emotions. There would always be a part of him, the small boy who had nothing, that felt like he owed Danzo something.