Tobirama Senju

It was dark and cold... Rays of a pale moon filtered through the thick, murky white clouds. After his battle with Gengaku and Gingaku, Tobirama was deeply wounded and unwillingly defeated. He lay in a pool of his own blood, with marks from the recent battle visible on various parts of his body. His clothes were stained and damaged, and his blue armor was damaged, also stained with dirt and blood, both his opponent's and his own.

The ash-haired man couldn't find the strength to even move his fingers. His eyelids felt too heavy to keep open. The Senju's scarlet eyes slowly dimmed, staring at the barely visible pale moon.

|— is this really how I will end?..|

Senju thought to himself, closing his eyes, seemingly having already accepted this outcome of the situation.

Knowing himself, knowing how stubborn and arrogant he can be, he would prefer to die now, here, in this dark forest wilderness in his own pool of blood, rather than accept help from his enemies.