Aftermath (A Sequel to A Flash to the Future)

Prologue - The Legacy of a Grandfather

(A/N: A very special shout out and credit to RED_ALPHA718 for inspiring this idea and part of this story. Check out his book "Legacy". It's an awesome read and a good time spender.)

In a remote location, a sizable distance from the newly built, Village Hidden in the Leaves, all one could see was the sight of destruction. As the sun began to peak over its horizon, its glow reached the scene, illuminating two men, one standing and one seemingly dead. Along the battlefield were weapons, craters, and now, a large waterfall that was no doubt created by the mere intensity of the battle. This battle site would later be known as the Valley of the End by future generations.

The man that was standing breathed heavily as he looked down at his opponent. He was a tall man with tanned skin and dark eyes. He had waist-length black hair that was styled in a centre-parted fringe that framed the sides of his face. He wore a dark red armor, constructed from numerous of metal plates that formed into protective guards along his body, worn over a simple black suit with sandals. Donned on each collar of his armour, was the Senju clan insignia. This man was no other than the Shodiame Hokage himself, Hashirama Senju - the leader of the Senju Clan.

"Why did things have to be this way, Madara?" Hashirama said as he looked down at the corpse of his long-time friend, now enemy. "Why did it have to come to this?"

The now identified man lying on the ground, beaten, eyes were half lidded as he was taking his final breaths. He was fair-skinned man with spiky, black hair that had a bluish tint to it. It waist-length with shoulder-length bangs framing he sides of his face, covering most of his right eye. He wore crimson armor with numerous metal plates that formed protective guards along his chest, waist, shoulders, and thighs. Under his armor, he wore a high blue-collared, long-sleeve mantle that splits down the lower half and a simple, light-brown obi and a belt.

Said man was beaten to the ground, a sword impaled in his chest. Covered in his own blood, his signature weapons - his orange-brown gunbai and kama cane along with his swords - floated down the river, its currents evident of the blood escaping the Uchiha's body. Madara Uchiha. Former Uchiha Clan head and co-founder of the Hidden Leaf Village. Nearly dead at the hands of his long-term friend and rival. A twist of fate, I suppose.

"I'm sorry, but you chose the wrong path......." Hashirama said sadly as he overlooked body of his adversary. "Goodbye, old friend...may you find peace in the afterlife....." he said as he departed from the long battle he just fought. As he walked away, he lower his head shame, seeing his failure to save his friend from his choices.

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Couple of days later - Unknown Location.......

'Ohhh.....my head......' Madara groaned to himself. As he began to stir, he realized that he was lying on something soft rather than the hard, wet ground he thought he died on. With this, he immediately shot up and winced from the pain in his chest. He looked around and took in his surroundings. He was in a small wooden house. From the looks of it, it was a modest-looking home and by its size, he could assume that probably one person lived there.

"Whoa there, tiger. You should take it easy. You had some pretty serious wounds." an unknown, feminine voice said.

Madara turned in the direction where the voice was coming from and saw that it was a woman approaching him. She had smooth blonde hair that reached her waist, blue eyes, and an oval face. She was wearing a dark red kung-fu shirt with a zipper and slightly showed her C-cup breasts and black pants. Chiefly, the woman before him was a beautiful woman who was currently smiling at him.