Izuna slipped one leg off the tree branch he was perched upon and let it dangle beneath him to counterbalance the weight he was leaning forward, abdominals twisting side to side as he tried to find a better angle to stare through the leaves.

'Are they even still fighting? ' he asked. 'They 're not making very much noise and that sort of worries me. ' From the branch just above him Hashirama sighed that special long-suffering sigh that could only come from years of siblinghood.

'Tobi 's changed forms. Madara 's trying to stare him down but you know how stubborn he is. '

'You mean how stubborn they both are, ' Izuna corrected him.