The border of the Land of Fire.
A vast waterfall thundered down from the cliffs above, crashing violently into the lake below. On either side of the water stood two towering statues—weathered gray stone warriors in armor from the Warring States Era, each scarred by ti and battle alike. These statues depicted the legendary founders of Konoha: the leaders of the Senju and Uchiha clans.
Senju Hashirama.
Uchiha Madara.
Their expressions were calm, serene even, as they held opposing hand seals—two halves of the "Opposition Seal," symbolizing not the clash of enemies, but the ideological conflict of comrades who once dread of the sa village.
Uchiha Hikaru stood atop the head of Madara’s stone image, facing Tendo Pain standing across from him on Hashirama’s.
"Finally, you’re here. I’ve been waiting for you for a long ti, Tendo."
Hikaru had arrived half a month earlier.
Not to set a trap. Not to ambush Nagato.
He simply wanted to change the scenery and continue honing his chakra and Sage training sowhere else. Practicing day after day in the Forest of Death was too dull. A change of atmosphere wouldn’t hurt, right? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
So for the past half month, Hikaru sat atop Uchiha Madara’s head every day, focusing on refining his chakra and absorbing nature energy.
Whether it was the environnt or the stone effigy of Madara beneath him, he found his chakra refinent speed increase by nearly ten percent, and his absorption of natural chakra beca noticeably smoother.
Just like that, Hikaru and Saya had spent half a month here—carefree days of sparring, training beneath the waterfall, and... occasionally playing in the water together like overly affectionate lovebirds (⁄⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄⁄ ▽ ⁄
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