"I don't care who you are, but I won't forgive anyone who tries to hurt my brother," Madara screamed and looked at Hashirama with an angry glitter in his eyes. Hashirama stared back, as if deciding what to do next. He was the same. Whoever it was, even his best friends little brother, Hashirama wouldn't show mercy to the ones who lay a hand on his brother.
For a moment they just stared at each other. Then Madara moved.
"It seems we won't be able to reach that idiotic pipedream of ours… after all…"
"Madara… you…" Hashirama began to realize the only way out.
"It didn't last long, but I had fun, Hashirama."
"3 against 3… do you think you can handle it Madara," Madaras father Tajima Uchiha asked.
And to Hashiramas surprise Madara replied, "no… Hashirama is stronger than I am. If we go at them now, we will loose."
"Someone stronger than big bro," the younger brother of Madara wondered.
"I see…" his father started, "I didn't think he would be stronger."
"We are leaving," Madara turned around, "see you."
"Madara you," Hashirama took a step forward, "you're not really giving up, are you? You were finally the same…"
"You are a Senju… I wish it had been different. My brothers were killed by the Senju," he didn't look at Hashirama, "that's why, there is no need for us to be spilling our guts here. Next time we'll meet on the battlefield. 'Senju Hashirama'."
He finally turned around and his eyes were shining with a sharningan, "I am 'Uchiha Madara'."
It wasn't the last time Hashirama and Madara met. But it was the beginning of a new era of fighting which would eventually lead to peace.
But they still had a long way to go.