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al-hekima-madara-blog · 2 years

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Why does madara say that cooperation is a silent form of conflict ?

Hi anon ! So sorry I've started answering your question early on and then I've totally forgotten it in the middle of my drafts ! Anyway without further ado let's see what's going on :

In my opinion there is, as often with Madara, many layers of interpretations of what he's saying. I'll start by the most complex reasons and then go down to the most obvious one.

1/ Reality is hell

for a bit of context, when he said this sentence "cooperation is nothing but a silence fight" chapter625 he had already deciphered Uchiha's tablets and knew chakra's origin. Sure, it was falsified by Black Zetsu to push Madara into becoming Kaguya's vessel, in spite of himself. But the biggest points were correct as he explained further in chapter 646 : Kaguya got an unparallel power to stop wars, Hagoromo shared chakra and taught ninshu to humankind. But both failed to create a long lasting peace.

Later In Chapter 665, Madara still in a confession's mood with Obito, went deeper into Hagoromo's failed world. The scan is a bit long but necessary to have all the elements of his mindset :

In Madara's observation of the whole Shinobi system since its origin, The rules of this reality are doomed. He knows that humans already have a tendency to conflicts before Kaguya's intervention. But with chakra being shared between humans, now it's totally impossible to achieve any type of peace. Hence why getting rid of all chakra in the world (except for himself) was an important part of his plan.

"But people didn't use to reach one another's heart"

If you notice in the two panels when he shows Ninshu's failures. First, humans start to focus on themselves rather than talk to each other. And in a second phase the chakra is actively breaking bounds between people. Why? Because amplifying your chakra create now a competition between people. Like a domino effect. To Madara, it's a dead end. Humans are inherently egocentric and competitive, and chakra works as a destructive fuel to those flaws.

"because if you don't have you will loose everything"

Also the final panel is really moving. Madara put on the responsibility of his own failures to protect his brother and his clan's trust to his lack of power, while I'm pretty sure he was aware that he was already a powerful Shinobi at this time. but still, it's not enough to beat Hashirama. In this Chakra-ruled world, looking for more is not only a necessity but an obsession and an addiction, a thirst who could never be quenched.

2/ Hidden villages vs hidden villages :

Now that we explain that for him chakra is a curse, let's think about the creation of hidden villages. The main reason why others copy Konoha's model was not as naively Hashirama thought because they shared the same dream but just because they felt threatened by the new power combining by both Senju and Uchiha forces. And Kumo is a perfect allegory of this competition. Even during peaceful times they always tried to gather more justsus and being ahead of the race for power and resources. They tried to catch Kyuubi long before Madara, they possessed during a time 2 bijuus Hachibi and Niibi, they tried to kidnap Hinata to get the byakugan. Peaceful period is then to Madara just a brief truce before the next bloodshed.

3/ Uchiha vs Senju

Tobirama's behaviour and the private conversation he had with his older brother showed him that the conflict between the two clans weren't resolve at all just because both of their leaders shook hands. People still didn't trust each other. And even Hashirama wasn't totally sincere. They're leaving inside the same village they won't show openly their hostility to each other, but that doesn't mean they will share power. In the secret of their houses, they still continue to hold grudges to each others. From open battle, now they went into a psychological warfare, with political battle for influence, conspiracy, paranoia, suspicion, smear campaign, discrimination and ultimately by the elimination of the weakest clan. And this topic is sensitive to Madara who is notoriously known for not trusting people easily. Joining Konoha was already a heavy sacrifice, the result is to him more than disappointed. Here, literally cooperation is a silent conflict.

4/ Madara vs Hashirama :

"So when heart and heart connected, no one was ever able to understand each other"

I'm almost just paraphrasing him but he said many times that although they had a deep bond, both as close friend with the same dream and both as avatars of past Otsutsuki, the context makes this friendship impossible to maintain : the raging wars, the clan's leadership interest, their rivalry, their common dream but hold by opposite means to reach it. For all those reasons Madara knew that it will be a matter of time before they will dispute within or outside the village and going on the same cycle of hate.

"Those with power will always fight for more"

This panel as well is really informative. It isn't solely a reference to himself but both him and Hashirama. The Senju's leader as well is ambitious and competitive to gather more chakra in order to protect HIS dream, HIS village as he corrected himself in the Valley of the End. This is the reason I think Madara didn't resent him for his betrayal, it was surely painful to experience, but he expected somehow to happen. Race for power through chakra changes and corrupts everything, even your best friend with the best intention. Their deadly rivalry was Fate, they couldn't prevent it because of this so called cursed reality. He lived within a very fatalist paradigm if you think about it. He is also an empath "very sensitive to his environment" as he admits to Hashirama at their first encounter, without a surprise he ends up being the living product of his time, the warring state era. This endless violence was all he ever witnessed in his life and the only answer to war he could give. Every aspect of life, even the more innocent, is for him a potential death threat, a power struggle. I wonder if it would have been different if he had grow up during peace time?

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crystallized-shadow · 5 years

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Chapter: 2/? Rating: M Pairing: Madara/Tobirama Word Count: 1712 Warnings: Canon-typical violence

Summary: Forced to become a jinchuriki against his will, Madara is the only one keeping Konoha safe from certain destruction. But can anyone save him?

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Hashirama nearly misses the branch he’s leaping for when Tobirama’s scream echoes through the forest; he couldn’t think of a time he’d ever heard that sound from his younger brother. The Hokage didn’t even know what was going on, he’d gotten only a vague direction to head in before Tobirama had bolted to save Madara, leaving him behind like an idiot. The only thing Hashirama knew was Tobirama had sensed pain in Madara’s chakra but he was running away from the village, which didn’t make sense; if the Uchiha was hurt he shouldn’t be avoiding the one place he could get treatment. Hashirama prayed he would make it in time to save his last brother and his best friend, because he knew someone must have ambushed them, someone ungodly strong to overpower them both.

Nothing in his life could have prepared Hashirama for the horror of finding his best friend crouched over Tobirama’s still body, unhealthy amounts of blood staining the ground redder than the cruel eyes Madara fixes on him. “Get away from him!!” Hashirama roars, the trees springing to life around him and ripping the Uchiha away from Tobirama. “Tobi!!” He is by his brother’s side in an instant, eyes drawn to the two bloody holes through Tobirama’s back, one through his right lung and the other partially puncturing his stomach.

“Didn’t want him to die too quickly,” Madara chuckles, but Hashirama doesn’t even spare him a second glance as he focuses on healing the gaping holes in Tobirama. Hashirama barely notices when the Uchiha tears free of the tree roots holding him. “Forget about him, he’s as good as dead; come dance with me.”

“I’m going to kill you,” Hashirama mutters, his tone dark even as he forces his chakra to remain calm so he doesn’t worsen Tobirama’s condition. “How could you do this Madara!? Tobirama loves you!!”

“He’s a fool.” Madara lunges at Hashirama, claws aimed at his back, only to collide with a wooden dome. “Stop hiding!”

Hashirama ignores his former best friend as he focuses solely on healing Tobirama. He knew he needed to push past the betrayal he was feeling, Tobirama needed his attention right now, not Madara. Thankfully the wounds, while fatal, aren’t as difficult to heal as he feared they’d be. Despite everything, Hashirama doesn’t want to kill Madara if he can help it, but he couldn’t see any other choice, not when the Uchiha had done the unforgivable and tried to murder his last brother.

The banging and angry snarls finally reach Hashirama’s ears, but he tunes them out; Madara could wait. “Get out here you fucking coward before I go after your precious village!!” That makes the Hokage stiffen in anger, how dare Madara threaten everything they had worked for! He ignores the trees whispered warnings as he parts his jutsu just enough to step out. Sealing the dome behind him, Hashirama faces Madara with a heavy heart. He may not want to hurt the Uchiha, but Tobirama badly needed a hospital and he came first.

“Finally decided to fight?” Madara growls, three tails lashing behind him.

“This isn’t a fight,” Hashirama states, his eyes colder than his words, “this is an execution.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Madara chuckles, claws swiping at Hashirama’s face an instant later.

The Hokage seems startled by the drastic change in Madara’s fighting style, but barely a thought has tree roots swatting the Uchiha across the clearing. “What’s gotten into you Madara?” Hashirama demands as he advances toward his old friend, “you’re not usually this uncontrolled.” His words are met with another a snarl and he jumps back to avoid another swing.

“Fight dammit!” Madara all but roars, his tail catching Hashirama around the ankle and flinging him through a few trees.

Hashirama slowly stands up, wincing at the burn where the chakra had touched him. Madara’s chakra had never had that effect on him before. That thought makes Hashirama pause and really look at the Uchiha. He takes in the volatile chakra surging around Madara, the slitted pupil where tomoe should be, the slashes that almost resemble whisker marks, and the fangs the force Madara’s mouth into a permanent snarl. Suddenly all the whispers of demon and evil from the trees make sense. “You’re not Madara,” the Senju states, his tone accusatory as his eyes drop to the glowing seal on Madara’s stomach. He might not be a seal master like his brother or his wife, but even Hashirama knew that seal work was barely passable at best. “Who are you?”

“How clever,” the demon chuckles, his smirk a darker, more feral, version of Madara’s own, “and I thought the rabbit was the smart one.”

“Who are you?” Hashirama repeats, calmly making a hand sign that sends wooden columns twining around all the demon’s limbs.

“Madara Uchiha.”

“Wrong,” Hashirama mutters with a smile, another hand sign driving a branch into the demon’s side. “Who are you?” When the demon fails to respond, the Senju wills the branch to burrow deeper until it coils loosely around the demon’s spine. “Last chance before I rip your spine out.”

“You wouldn’t dare hurt Madara.” The sudden tightening around his spine has the demon reconsidering.

“You hurt my brother, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do to you.”

“I am the great Kyuubi no Kitsune.”

Hashirama wants to be impressed, really, he does, but he’d heard tales of Kyuubi’s monstrous strength; this short battle did not live up to it. “I expected more,” Hashirama admits as he releases the demon’s spine. Now that he knew it wasn’t Madara that had hurt his little brother he hardly wanted to rip the Uchiha’s spine out.

“You dare mock me?!” Kyuubi roars, a sudden wave of hatred nearly overwhelming Hashirama as a fourth tail appears and blasts away the restraining wood.

“That’s new,” Hashirama can’t help but chuckle as he hastily avoids the ball of pure demonic chakra. So maybe antagonizing the demon wasn’t his best idea, but he got the information he would need if saving Madara was possible once this was over. A quick wood dome protects him from the next chakra blast, but it cracks ever so slightly. Hashirama knew he needed to end this fight quickly if he wanted to save Tobirama and have any chance of helping Madara. As he drops the dome, Hashirama sends a wood clone one way while he darts the other way.

“That trick won’t work,” Kyuubi states, sending two tails at each Hashirama’s heart. The trees instantly protect the real Hashirama while the clone dissolves away. Kyuubi is on the real one instantly, tearing through branches and aiming for Hashirama’s jugular.

Hashirama ducks under the slash and thrusts a kunai into Kyuubi’s stomach, smirking a little when the demon jumps back with a short bark of pain. The smirk quickly morphs to a frown when the wound instantly heals. Despite all the blood on Madara’s body, the demon remains wound free.

“I really am going to have to kill you.” Hashirama states sadly; as mad as he was about Tobirama’s condition, Madara was still one of his precious people. The thought of putting him down like a rabid animal turned Hashirama’s stomach, but he would do it if that’s what it took to keep his last brother safe.

“You’re the one that’s going to die,” Kyuubi chuckles darkly as a fifth tail bursts into existence; the sudden, oppressive hatred making Hashirama stagger as it’s all focused on him. With surprising speed, Kyuubi lunges at the Senju, smirking when the other just barely dodges.

Hashirama barely has time to question the smirk before two chakra tails immobilize him. He’s not sure what hurts more, the burning pain when Kyuubi tightens his grip and breaks a rib, or the cruel glee reflected on the face of his best friend. Hashirama knew it wasn’t Madara in control, but to see such dark enjoyment on Madara’s face hurt his heart.

“After you Senju are dead, I’m going to level your pathetic village.” Kyuubi taunts as he sends the other three tails crashing through the dome protecting Tobirama.

“Leave my brother alone you monster!!” Hashirama snarls, struggling to get free so he could protect the only family he has left.

Kyuubi’s laughter is a terrifying thing, but all Hashirama can focus on is the sight of Tobirama hanging limply from the tail coiled around his neck, his pale skin made paler by blood loss. “Where should I stab him first?” Kyuubi murmurs, his two free tails caressing Tobirama’s body in a deceitfully gentle manner.

“Madara if you’re in there you need to fight!!” Hashirama yells, desperate to save his brother, “or I WILL kill you!!” The chakra binding him falters just enough that Hashirama can move his hands into a better position before Kyuubi regains total control and turns away from Tobirama to face Hashirama.

“You don’t have it in you human,” the demon declares with a smirk, “you’d never hurt one of your precious people.”

“You’re not one of my precious people.” Hashirama makes a single hand sign a split second before a root bursts through Kyuubi’s chest. Blood spews from the demon’s mouth as he just hangs there, demonic chakra slowly seeping away. Hashirama manages to break free and catch Tobirama, seconds before the younger Senju would have hit the ground.

“Hashi…” Madara mutters, struggling to speak as he chokes on his own blood, “...sorry…” When Hashirama turns to face him, Madara manages a small, bloody smile that will forever haunt the Senju.

“Oh Madara…” Tears fall from Hashirama’s eyes at the sound of Madara’s voice, torn between the joy he feels of having his friend back and the heartbreak of knowing he’d just killed him with the demon. “I hope you’ll be able to forgive me one day.” Knowing that the demon can heal, Hashirama steels his heart once more as the Uchiha slides off the root and drops face first to the ground. He binds the demon in the thickest, most chakra absorbing roots he can make and seals him in a dome of sturdy beams. “Sleep for now demon, I’ll deal with you later.” Leaving Madara’s body safely entombed in his Mokuton, Hashirama returns to Konoha, praying Tobirama will make it.

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modernart2012 · 7 years

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Family (Ghosts)

@sumigakure Halloween Event 2017

Prompt 13: Decorating for Halloween

Word Count: 1246

Rating: G

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“Ugh, what a pain.” Shikadai didn’t know why he had to hang up Halloween decorations. And with Shinki, who failed to understand what relaxation was, or how to concede with grace. Or even what fights to get involved with. What fights to pick. When to back down. How to analyze and decimate an opponent in the fewest moves possible, save energy and effort. Shinki’s only saving grace were his supposed abilities as a leader and prodigious skill with his kekkai genkai, but Shikadai had never experienced those first hand and wasn’t going to let unsubstantiated hearsay color his decisions. Like, when to take up a challenge.

Because decorating needed to be a competition. Really, he wasn’t sure why his mother and uncles kept trying to make them get along; they were completely opposite personalities and had nothing in common. At all. It was like mixing oil and water - they would sooner fall into awkward silences than hold a conversation. Too much pride, that one. Shikadai often thought about telling his cousin that Shinki didn’t need to be so worried about getting kicked out of the family for dishonor or whatever nonsense he’d conjured up in his head, but causing an actual fist fight in the house was too much of a pain and Mom would kill him. Dead. Especially for using psychological wounds against family.

“Are you even trying?!” Shinki demanded from where he was hanging cobwebs around the garden.

“No.” There was no reason to lie, Shikadai figures. “There’s no point in me competing with you, especially given the difference in our abilities. You’re taller than I am, and are too concerned with making Uncle Gaara proud to the point of recklessness.” He sighs, “It’s like you don’t realize he actually likes you and is proud of you no matter what. He’s just got some problems showing it. Probably because Granddad Rasa was emotionally distant and Uncle Gaara was being driven insane by Shukaku and being a psychotic killer for anyone to even try showing him affection.”

The garden is silent for a moment, in the odd way that is rare even for the Nara compound’s peace. Shikadai runs through his last statement in his head for a moment, then winces - maybe he was a bit too blunt there. He sighed; what a pain, “Eh, Shinki, about what I just said. I was a little too fraaaaaaank?!” Something skittered up his spine, too many legs to be anything but a bug but too large to be a bug. “Pranks -”

Shikadai is cut off by a screech of indignation. “GHOST!”

“There’s no such thing as a - ,”Shodaime’s balls, “GHOST!” They scramble back to the relative safety of the porch, watching the decorations bobbing and floating around the yard like possessed creatures of doom and darkness. “Just to check, this isn��t your magnet release right?” Shikadai has to check.

Shinki glares at him scathingly, “Do you see any iron sand doing anything? Besides Aunt Temari would kill me for using magnet release in a residential area.” Shikadai has to wince, because it’s true. “This isn’t your Shadow jutsu is it?”

Shikadai respects that Shinki has the brains to check, even though anyone who’s been around the Nara for this long ought to know what to look for. “There isn’t a shadow connecting my shadow to it’s. So no.”

“Right. So given all the facts, we can concisely conclude this is Konoha fuckery and ghosts.” Shinki declares.

“Why Konoha fuckery?” Because Hi no Kuni doesn’t have ghosts as part of it’s traditional lore - that’s a Kaze no Kuni thing. Like it taking a village to raise a child, which is the entire reason Shikadai has to suffer through frequent family visits.

“Because where else beyond Kiri or Uzushio do you find so many restless dead? Like, there’s the Kyuubi attack, and the Uchiha massacre, and then the Pain Invasion and the destruction of Konoha before the Fourth War, “Shinki ticked off on his fingers. “So Konoha fuckery, for want of better descriptor, since every new iteration of crazy starts in Konoha.”

“Says the one who’s grandfather tried sealing a bijuu in the unborn.” Shikadai has to fire back, because plenty of crazy originated elsewhere thank you very much.

“Hidden Villages, jinchuriki, Madara Uchiha, Edo Tensei, Hiraishin, the Sannin, the Sannin’s apprentices who are also crazy and scary,” Shiki starts listing again and Shikadai has to concede the point, even though that last one is technically a repeat of the whole Sannin thing.

“Troublesome.” Shikadai sighs as he crosses his arms. “Then what do you suppose we do?”

The point is made moot by the fact that the ghost decides this is the point at which to go bonkers. Even more bonkers? Whatever, as the laundry decides that going for a whirl is also acceptable and starts chasing the duo around the yard. Shikadai does his best to be a ninja and not scream. It’s only their mutual healthy ... respect for Shikadai’s mother that prevents them from taking any offensive action, or defensive beyond dodging. Nara Temari, much like her mother-in-law was a force to be reckoned with, and usually one did not like the outcome of said reckoning.

“Is this the wisest course of action, Kankuro,” Gaara asked over his cup of tea, watching his brother deftly use near-undetectable chakra strings to terrorize his nephews in the yard.

“Look, neither of them have caring siblings to look out for them - which is entirely your fault, idiots, take responsibility - so that leaves each other. Family takes care of family, so they need to have a solid foundation laid now before the rest of the world comes at them.” Kankuro twitched a string minutely, and the decorations started battering the kids. “They can fight each other all they want, don’t get me wrong, but they need to have each other’s backs in the face of adversity.”

Temari arched an eyebrow. “Caring siblings, hmmm? Is this you trying to say you want more nieces and nephews to spoil?”

Shikamaru takes one look at his wife’s face before hurrying out, “I’ll heat more water!”

Kankuro shrugs, making the laundry and other assorted items duck and bob and weave erratically. “I think you’ll find I said no such thing.”

Gaara speaks in his usual measured tone, “If you want more kids, I am sure the Council can arrange a match for you if I ask.” Temari catches the glint in his eye though, and has to swallow a giggle. Kankuro was popular with kids, for reasons unfathomable.

“What?! No!!”

“But you want more kids.” Gaara points out blithely. Even after all this time neither of his siblings could tell if he was genuine or messing with them.

“Of all of us, you’re the only one who’s failed to have kids, therefore if anyone needs to have kids at this point, it’d be you.”

“You can’t be serious; when would I have time - OH SANDAIME’S GOLD.”

Gaara and Temari whirl to where Kankuro was pointing, sand and kunai at the ready. They stare at the floating books, then turn to look at Kankuro. Temari narrows her eyes, “This isn’t you is it?”

“Absolutely not! Do you sense my chakra anywhere near that?” To be fair, Kankuro’s active chakra was out in the yard terrorizing his nephews.

Sand pokes the books flapping around speculatively, causing a minor commotion. “Then it must be - “

In horrified unison, years of sibling hood and teamwork showing through, “A GHOST.”

#sumigakure halloween event 2017 #prompt 13: decorating for halloween #I have a lot of feels about Suna and it's culture #and the sand siblings #and has no one else cottoned on to the fact Shikadai and Shinki are complete opposites?#Idk #I feel this needs to be explored more #art writes

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