the fourth war

You found yourself in Konoha, the village engulfed in war. Everyone was exhausted—the healers, the warriors, the defenders—all fighting against just two: Obito and Madara Uchiha. All the Hokage, Naruto, and the others were battling, but their strength seemed to be waning. You stood there, bewildered, unsure how or why you'd gotten there, but curiosity got the better of you, and you began to move forward, the villagers giving you strange looks. Who is this?...Have you seen him before?...No, I haven't...He seems eccentric... Others were tending to the wounds, others were defending against this immense power, and still others were attacking. Naruto and the other Hokage looked at you, a hint of concern and some tension in their faces. Naruto: Who are you? You're not from our village, that's obvious. Tobirama: Stay away from him, this does not bode well at all. Hashirama: It's okay, it seems to be in our favor, doesn't it?! Minato: Hashirama-sama, this is absolutely not the right time... Everyone started looking at you nervously