A life for a life: One’s Own Life Reincarnation.
As a shinobi obsessed with research who had created a forbidden jutsu like Edo Tensei, Tobirama Senju understood all too well the common flaw of such techniques.
Equivalent exchange.
Edo Tensei required living humans as sacrifices.
The One’s Own Life Reincarnation Danzo mentioned sacrificed the caster’s own life force in exchange for the life force of the resurrected.
But…
could Danzo’s life force alone really bring back himself, his elder brother, and these two Uchiha—along with their Sharingan?
Or had this jutsu itself broken past the limits of equivalent exchange, possessing power comparable to a god?
Light returned to Hashirama Senju’s eyes first.
The First Hokage blinked hard, and upon confirming that he had truly come back to life, looked with deep curiosity at the caster transferring life force to him— Hmm?
Looks so familiar?
Wait, this Chakra…
“Danzo!?” Hashirama Senju looked in surprise at his rapidly aging junior, then glanced sideways at his stern-faced younger brother.
“Tobirama…
were you resurrected too?” Tobirama Senju gripped Danzo’s rapidly shriveling shoulders, supporting him to complete the technique.
The expression on his face had shifted from shock to solemnity.
At this moment, he fully realized just how severe everything Danzo had mentioned was.
Resurrecting Tobirama was meant to suppress Hiruzen Sarutobi and the others, as well as pave the way for Hashirama Senju’s return.
Resurrecting Hashirama Senju was for his immensely powerful Wood Style—capable of vast offense and defense—and his special status as one of Konoha’s founders.
So what about resurrecting Madara Uchiha and Izuna Uchiha?
Danzo would not use such a technique for extraneous reasons.
The Uchiha Clan was facing a problem so grave—so catastrophically severe—that it required someone like Madara Uchiha to step in and solve it.
At the same time, Danzo had provided an “insurance policy” for Madara Uchiha: Izuna Uchiha.
The more Tobirama felt how thoroughly Danzo had thought this through, the more he grasped the gravity of the situation.
Sensing his brother’s tension, Hashirama instinctively began scanning their surroundings.
With a slight glance, he spotted a certain soulmate he had once personally run through with a sword.
Hashirama Senju: …?
What kind of situation called for a lineup containing both him and Madara?
Was it an alien invasion?
When Madara Uchiha opened his eyes, he saw Hashirama Senju—the man who had stabbed him—staring at him with a complex, uncanny look.
Madara Uchiha: …?
A dream?
Was it because Hashirama Senju had died too early, leaving him dissatisfied, so he was dreaming about fighting him again?
Just as he tried to move his body and give this bastard a warm, enthusiastic straight punch as a greeting, a trembling voice came from beside him.
“Brother Madara…?” Madara Uchiha’s body shuddered violently, and he slowly turned his head to the other side.
His younger brother, Izuna Uchiha, was staring blankly at him.
“Izuna—” What in the world was happening?
Why had he and Izuna been brought back to life?
Why was Hashirama Senju here too?
And Tobirama Senju…
Had something gone wrong with the Eye of the Moon Plan?
Tobirama Senju could no longer spare any thought for the two resurrected Uchiha.
Seeing the Chakra connecting the ritual array fade, he immediately applied medical ninjutsu while urging his elder brother to come check Danzo’s condition.
Danzo’s breathing had weakened to near death.
Pale-faced, he leaned against Tobirama’s chest, still clutching Tobirama’s hand as he murmured falteringly.
As Hashirama Senju leaned in, he sensed an odd yet familiar Chakra emanating from Danzo’s right arm.
His expression changed.
Reaching out, he tore away the bandages there, revealing an arm made of eerie, pale Hashirama cells—and embedded in it, row after row of dull, now “dead” Sharingan.
Seeing those Sharingan stripped of all vitality, Tobirama felt he had uncovered the truth.
“I see…
By using Hashirama cells to stimulate the Sharingan’s Chakra, he sustained himself through four consecutive castings of One’s Own Life Reincarnation…” “What on earth happened that required him to resurrect the four of us?” Hashirama pressed his fingers against the tissue that originally belonged to him, helping the weakened Danzo stabilize the cells’ vitality.
“Did he tell you, Tobirama?” Tobirama Senju glanced at Madara Uchiha and Izuna Uchiha, who had already walked over.
He frowned almost instinctively, but still recounted the situation Danzo had explained.
“Hmph.
Hiruzen Sarutobi was your student?” Izuna Uchiha quickly seized upon the sore point to mock Tobirama Senju, a disdainful smirk spreading across his face.
“You actually chose a beast who would target his own teacher’s clan as your successor?” Tobirama Senju was rendered speechless.
He was a powerful shinobi, but perhaps not a qualified teacher.
No…
wait.
He looked down at Danzo in his arms, whose breathing was gradually stabilizing.
“He is my student too,” Tobirama introduced.
“He resurrected all four of us by himself.” With a student like this, who could say that he, Tobirama Senju, didn’t know how to teach?
Izuna Uchiha grinned.
“Except your only good student is about to die, isn’t he?” Tobirama Senju: …
Wish for something better, damn it!
As expected of the evil Uchiha!