Naruto: My Hiddden Village

In an era torn asunder by ceaseless clan warfare, where the crimson stain of blood and the echoing cries of vengeance formed the grim soundtrack of daily life, battlefields often transformed into stages for heart-wrenching tragedy. Yet, even amidst the relentless clashes between the Uchiha and Senju clans, there existed an anomaly.

In a secluded corner of a ravaged field, far removed from the roaring heart of battle, stood three young ninjas, their silhouettes outlined by the smoky haze.

This place was an aberration, devoid of the typical symphony of war – the deafening war cries, the clang of metal, the roar of ninjutsu. Only the whisper of wind rustling through tall grass and the gentle murmur of falling leaves punctuated the heavy silence.

The three figures remained still, standing as serenely as characters in a painting, yet the aura surrounding them thrummed with unspoken emotions. It was a tempest of conflicting feelings: smoldering anger, the dim embers of friendship, longing for the past, and a hint of confusion about the future.

One figure proudly wore the Senju clan crest, emblazoned upon his chest protector in clear relief. His long black hair, typically neatly arranged, was now somewhat disheveled, dancing wildly in the wind, conveying an air of untamed valor, yet also an underlying touch of melancholy.

This was Senju Hashirama, the young leader of his clan, renowned for his unwavering benevolence and sky-high ideals – occasionally tempered by a touch of endearing naivete.

The second figure was equally striking, perhaps even more so, and memorable. The iconic Uchiha fan, emblem of his clan, was boldly displayed upon his back. His spiky black hair framed a face hewn with steely determination, adding to his inherent aura of authority and power.

This was Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama's lifelong rival and closest friend, a genius of extraordinary talent imbued with towering ambition but with a hidden sliver of 'tsundere' sentiment.

The third ninja presented a stark contrast. His short, silver-white hair was a beacon amidst the dark foliage and the black hair of Madara and Hashirama. No Senju or Uchiha clan symbols adorned his war attire.

This was Tsubasa, our protagonist, drawn to this battlefield with the dual purpose of testing his own strength as a ninja. Furthermore, his presence here was also for a reunion with his two old friends.

"Turns out you came again, Tsubasa-san!" Hashirama exclaimed, his voice laced with forced cheerfulness, attempting to mask the deep sorrow emanating from his eyes. This unending war had taken much from him, including his once infectious joviality.

"Why are you here again, Tsubasa!" Madara retorted in a slightly curt, almost gruff tone. Yet beneath the abrasiveness, hints of longing and curiosity lingered. Madara was just like that, his pride as high as the heavens, but his heart was actually softer than marshmallow—if only anyone could see it.

"Haha, long time no see, Madara, Hashirama! You two are as always, still inseparable," Tsubasa replied with a faint smile, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. He always felt like an outsider whenever he witnessed Hashirama and Madara's closeness, but also felt envy and admiration for their friendship.

"Why don't you two just end this foolish war and get married already, so your clans can get along?" Tsubasa quipped his joke, hoping to bring back the moments of their friendship that were once full of laughter and banter.

Hearing Tsubasa's jest, Hashirama chuckled, though it sounded somewhat strained. "Haha, you really always know how to joke around, Tsubasa-san!" he said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

Madara, however, reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Enough! Today, I will defeat you, Tsubasa!" he roared angrily.

Tsubasa's lighthearted suggestion, though clearly a jest, seemed to have struck a nerve with Madara – perhaps it was too close to the unspoken truth about his complex relationship with Hashirama? All pretense of camaraderie forgotten, fueled by a surge of ire, Madara lunged forward to attack Tsubasa.

Madara unleashed a rapid and forceful barrage of taijutsu, his movements honed by years of arduous training. The Sharingan in his eyes spun actively, poised to read, anticipate, and dissect every move of his opponent. He would not allow Tsubasa to look down on him again.

"Hahaha, let's dance then, Madara!" Tsubasa retorted.

A grin widened on his face as he gracefully parried Madara's aggressive onslaught. His movements were fluid and elegant, effortlessly evading Madara's punches and kicks, occasionally countering with light and probing strikes, carefully gauging Madara's current skill level.

The taijutsu clash between Tsubasa and Madara commenced. Dust billowed around them as fists met palms, legs connected with shins, the sharp thuds echoing in the tense air.

"Don't use my lines against me, Tsubasa!" Madara yelled, his fury escalating as he recognized his own taunt from their last sparring match reflected back at him. Madara was fiercely competitive, allergic to defeat, and even more allergic to being the butt of jokes.

"Don't leave me out, you two!" Hashirama interjected, his voice tinged with sadness as he reluctantly joined the fray, interposing himself between Madara and Tsubasa. He felt left out and ignored by his two friends, even though he also wanted to join the fun of sparring—albeit in an inappropriate situation like this.

The two-way duel morphed into a chaotic three-way melee.

Madara, with his Sharingan-enhanced skilled taijutsu and a variety of mastered Katon ninjutsu, set their battleground ablaze with crimson flames.

Hashirama, wielding his newly awakened and ever-growing Mokuton, summoned wooden trees to parry attacks and ensnare his opponents.

Tsubasa, with his agile taijutsu that he had trained for years, interspersed with versatile five-element ninjutsu combinations. He refrained from employing his more… unconventional "Venom" abilities – at least for this bout.

The three-sided battle raged fiercely and evenly matched. The three young ninjas showcased their remarkable strength and talent. Each of them possessed their own strengths and weaknesses, yet their spirit of competition and camaraderie rendered this clash unique in the desolate, ravaged field.

Hidden amongst the shadows of gnarled, ancient trees, a dark humanoid figure observed the fierce battle clash with narrowed eyes and keen interest.

This was Kurozetsu, Black Zetsu, the physical manifestation of Kaguya Otsutsuki's malevolent will. For centuries, he had lurked in the shadows, perpetually monitoring and manipulating the history of the ninja world from behind the scenes. He was the mastermind behind many significant events, including the unending war between the Uchiha and Senju.

Tsubasa, with his latest creation of perception ninjutsu, was acutely aware of Kurozetsu's subtle presence. He had sensed the creature's aura from the onset of the battle, but consciously chose to ignore it, and instead focused his attention on his fight with Madara and Hashirama.

Tsubasa knew that Kurozetsu was always lurking around Madara and Hashirama, like a shadow that could never be truly expunged. All of this was because Madara and Hashirama were the reincarnations of Rikudo Sennin's two sons.

Tsubasa remembered another time, years ago, he had watched from a hidden vantage point as Madara and Hashirama's burgeoning friendship was brutally sundered by the rigid dictates of their clans.

He had observed that scene in "Venom" mode, he silently observed the profound sadness and disappointment etched upon their faces back then. Kurozetsu had been there then too, probably trying to oversee, manipulate, and exacerbate the situation at hand.

In his heart, Tsubasa suspected that Madara and Hashirama's separation was also the result of Kurozetsu's interference, who always sought to divide and destroy any hope of unity in the ninja world.

After a protracted and grueling battle against his two formidable friends, Tsubasa emerged as the victor, though he had not won it easily. He had deliberately held back, his primary goal not domination, but to gauge his progress and to relish in the unique exhilaration of combat with his peers.

"I win this time, Madara and Hashirama!" Tsubasa declared after the intense fight. Then with a casual wave, Tsubasa bid farewell to Madara and Hashirama, "Well then, see you later! Hopefully we can meet again when this world is at peace," Tsubasa continued with a smile tugging at his lips.

After offering a parting sentiment tinged with hope for a reunion in a brighter future – a future devoid of senseless war, Tsubasa departed the battlefield calmly.

Once he had distanced himself from the battleground, and ensured he was free from prying eyes, Tsubasa melted into the earth, activating his "Venom" ability to return to his secluded sanctuary in his valley.

His body ached and throbbed from the battle, but his spirit was strangely invigorated. This encounter and fight had fulfilled its purpose: testing the limits of his abilities and reaffirming the strange and tenacious bonds he shared with Madara and Hashirama, even amidst the grim reality of war.

Moments after Tsubasa vanished beneath the earth, Kurozetsu emerged from the shadows of the trees, his gaze fixed on the spot where Tsubasa had disappeared. A flicker of bewildered astonishment sparked in his usually cold, calculating eyes. How could that child vanish so quickly and completely, beneath his keen perception?

Seeds of unease began to sprout in Kurozetsu's ancient mind. Tsubasa, this enigmatic young ninja, was proving to be an unpredictable variable, a potentially disruptive force. Was he truly powerful enough to rival this generation's reincarnations of Indra and Asura, Madara and Hashirama?

Tsubasa's sudden emergence into the ninja world, his extraordinary abilities, and his mysterious persona posed unsettling questions to Kurozetsu's carefully laid plans. He felt an urgent need to observe, understand, and categorize this new element.

"Just who is that child?" Kurozetsu muttered in a raspy voice. His eyes, narrowing into slits, smoldered with nascent suspicion and intrigue. "The power he wields... feels... different. His chakra is also quite immense, unlike those ordinary ninjas. And his method of disappearing... it's as if he dissolves into pure darkness."

Kurozetsu resolved to dedicate a significant portion of his attention to monitoring Tsubasa. He would track his movements, dissect his powers, decipher his ultimate objectives. He could not tolerate unpredictable elements in his meticulously controlled game, especially one with the potential to jeopardize his centuries-long scheme to revive his mother, Kaguya Otsutsuki.

"Tsubasa…" Kurozetsu murmured the name with a sense of puzzlement, nascent curiosity, and ill intent. "An interesting name. We will meet again, young one. And when that day comes, I will unravel all of your secrets."

Kurozetsu vanished back into the darkness, leaving the silent battlefield behind. Yet, in his mind, questions about Tsubasa swirled, like tangled threads difficult to unravel.

That brief encounter on the battlefield had opened a new chapter in the history of the ninja world, a chapter where a mysterious figure named Tsubasa began to play an increasingly significant role. And Kurozetsu, the shadowy puppeteer, now had to contend with the reality that there was a new power that might just be capable of thwarting his age-old plans.