Rugged, gritty battle. A clash of titans. All out war between the Uchiha and the Senju with no mercy and no fear.

Well, that was how Madara had put it when he invited them to play paintball this afternoon.

For Tobirama the experience so far had involved a lot of sitting up a tree and sniping dark-haired idiots from a distance. Which, he had to admit, was much more fun than any of the plans he had cancelled because Hashirama begged him to come along. He was going to cherish the memory for years to come of Izuna flopping on the ground like a fish with paint splattered directly between his shoulder blades.

Now, however, he had been presented with the holy grail of opportunities. Madara probably thought he was clever to have snuck in to the area of the playing field that had been taken over as the Senju base of operations. The poor idiot didn 't realize that the roots he was crawling over were from the very tree Tobirama had been camped in for the past two hours.