3 Union

Madara let out a frustrated groan as he tidied his formal clothes.

"Dammit Hashirama. Why must you make me do this."

"Shut the hell up Uchiha Scum," sneered Tobirama with an especially hateful look. "I don't know why my elder brother invited people like you who will only cause trouble."

"That's funny coming from a Senju like you," scoffed Izuna.

"The both of you shut it. This is a diplomatic union between our two clans. If you respect me, Izuna, then be quiet. If you don't want your brother's dream to go down in flames, as well as ruin his wedding, keep talking Tobirama."

""Tch""

Madara let out a sigh as the two of them still continued to bicker, albiet a little more quietly, the moment he turned his head away.

Today was the day of Hashirama's wedding with the Uzumaki woman.

After the battle between the two on that fateful night, Madara was complete defeated.

Even with his past life's memories and knowing that he was fated to lose, Madara couldn't help but feel bitter.

Perhaps he would've had a better chance if he had a pair of Eternal Mangekyo Sharingans and the Kyubbi under control.

Perhaps he could've won if he implanted Hashirama cells into his body and controlled two tailed beasts at a time?

However, this would require Madara to take his brother's eyes… something he was not willing to do.

In the end, building the village with Hashirama seemed to be a better option.

Perhaps the Uchiha and Senju could live in harmony.

With a small smile, Madara watched as Hashirama entered the room with a wide smile and laughed with him.