damnfooltalk | December Wordcount Tracking

Total December Wordcount: 8076 words

Posted: Nix

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Founders Era fixit: 8076 words
and then I got a COVID breakthrough case, happy new year `(*>﹏<*)′

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> Founders Era fixit <

"Niisan." Izuna pitched his voice to carry and was gratified when Madara immediately broke off trading threats with the White Demon (that was his rival, Niisan, thank you very much) to incline his head Izuna's direction, not taking his eyes off the Senju.

Hashirama was still posing as mostly at ease, but he was in position to back up his brother if needed and Izuna wouldn't believe anything else of him anyway. Tobirama had checked himself when Izuna rose, sending a red-eyed glance his way with the usual coy dance around any angles that Izuna could possibly make eye contact from. The reflexive respect from his rival went some distance in soothing the outrage that had been burning low in Izuna's chest ever since he felt the would-be mortal blow strike home and realized that their long-running contest had been settled. The relief warred with what he was about to say, and he almost- almost - choked back the words that bordered too close on surrender.

It's a trick, though, Izuna told himself soothingly. We're not actually letting the Senju win, just buying time to build strength and turn the tables before they can. That thought got him through saying what he had to say, even though the words still felt like ashes on his tongue. "Take the ceasefire, Niisan." It took all of his discipline as a shinobi to make his voice light after that, as three thunderstruck expressions landed squarely on him, but he managed to land his next strike smoothly regardless, bringing the sharingan spinning to life in his eyes and shaping his blood-tacky lips in a whimsical ghost of a smirk. "You know you wanted to, anyway."