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Pain.

Intense pain.

Lying on the cold rocky ground, Tobirama gasped and drew in quick, sharp breaths. His broken ribs threatened to pierce his lungs.

He coughed out blood as his abdomen burned with pain. Sword marks marred on his chest as blood drenched his armor. His clothes were filthy and tattered. Scratches and bruises could be seen all throughout his visible skin.

He was immobile with his right arm dislocated and left leg broken in three different places. The last remnants of his chakra wavered as his vision started to darkened.

As he turned his head to the left, he managed to catch two silhouettes hunched over each other. They were at death's door as their blood pooled around them. Without immediate medical attention, they were done for.

Smoke and craters covered the field. Various weapons were thrown and logged everywhere. Half buried and burnt corpses were visible all throughout the battlefield. The familiar smell of metallic iron filled the air.

"The Kinkaku Force are truly a formidable foe….but at least my squad managed to return home safely." Tobirama thought, "Anija...I have passed on the Will of Fire….", he tiredly grinned, imagining Hashirama with his big goofy smile.

With a last painful gasp, he closed his eyes and welcomed the peaceful a bliss.

He opened his eyes, only to be blindsided by the sunlight pouring through the treetops. He quickly held his right hand above his head. Pain hit his side at the quick movement.

He grimaced, "What in the name of…", confusion seeped in before he became aware of his senses. He quickly became alert and concluded that he was in fact still alive. After all, how can he feel pain if he was dead?

Swiftly observing his surroundings, he sat up hastily and noted no hostile activity. As a matter of fact, he was alone in a small clearing. Narrowing his eyes, he immediately put his guard up.

Checking himself over, his eyes widened in surprise. All his wounds were closed, leaving behind traced scars. His broken bones have been mended, however he could still feel soreness throughout his body. His attire was still ripped and torn. Measuring his chakra, he noticed he had less than a quarter of reserves. More than he expected.

He removed what was left of his chest armor, leaving only his ripped black shirt underneath. Dried blood covered the openings of his shirt. Leaving on his two arm bands and happuri, he tore off his burnt white fur collar. He stretched his arms to his back to check his pouch. He was out of shuriken. In fact, he only had six kunai and a storage scroll with few fuuinjutsu utilities.

He sighed. He will need to stop by a town to replenish his supplies.

He stood slowly and proceeded to check the surrounding area. His sore muscles protested as he swiftly looked for any traces of the person responsible.

He found nothing. Not a footprint, misplaced item, or even a trace of residue chakra.

He scowled. Things didn't add up. Most of the plants surrounding the clearing were foreign to him. Trees stood as tall as the Hokage Monument, something he's never seen or heard before.

He swallowed his frustration. He prided himself in knowledge. He dedicated himself on gathering information of all categories. Especially on the surrounding countries when Hashirama became Hokage. With so many clans and nations sending requests of alliances or future trade, it was pretty much essential to know of all the lands and its customs. Yet, the landscape and trees were unfamiliar. The climate was very similar to that of Fire Country but the air had a tint of smell that he couldn't quite place. It was nagging at him, like something he should've recognized. He mentally noted it for later.

Looking up, he calculated to be a quarter before noon. How long was he unconscious that someone managed to take him to an unknown location? Why weren't his weapons confiscated? Why heal him and how did they do it so proficient when he was at death's door? Why was he alone or even alive for that matter? A million thoughts raced through his mind. His hands clenched. Annoyed with the lack of information he proceeded to scout the terrain.

With a pained groan, he knelt with one knee and placed his finger on the ground. Sending a pulse of chakra he mapped his surroundings. With his current chakra, he would be limited to a couple of kilometers radius. He needed to conserve his chakra for later use.

There were no shinobi nearby, except for some wild animals. His eyes narrowed when he noticed some human chakra, civilian. Fourteen kilometers from his right. However, the chakra was distorted in some way, like it was trying to bend and expand, only for it to be pulled back in one spot. It's vibrations were wrong, sending pulses that indicated a bigger size than normal. Sending more chakra, he immediately noticed similar chakra signatures scattered around the terrain a few miles out. Standing up, he decided to investigate the one closest to him.

Disregarding his sore muscles, he quickly jumped above a branch and hid his chakra signature. He started tree hopping towards the direction of the 'civilian'.

His eyes widened in recognition of the smell when the wind hit his face. He frowned.

"Salt. The ocean is near. Am I really that far away from Konoha?", Nearing his destination, he slowed down when he noticed something huge moving in between the trees. Alert, he gathered a kunai in each hand and moved closer to take a better look.

He blinked.

Outwardly, his face barely changed, but inside he was mortified. There was a nude, deformed giant strolling along the forest with a horrendous smile on its face.

He moved to a closer branch. It's eyes were glazed over and not looking anywhere in particular. It had no reproductive genitals visible and was about thirteen meters tall. It's dark brown hair fell over its face and swayed as it walked.

"To think such creatures existed. It doesn't look sentient but appearances can be deceiving. Maybe it has some form of intelligence. There's only one way to be certain." Putting away his kunais, he followed behind it while keeping his chakra signature hidden.

He made no sound as he swiftly moved from branch to branch and kept it at an angle so the wind wouldn't carry his scent over. Another giant crept closer to the current one he was following. It had dirty blond hair and an oversized belly. It's height barely reached seven meters.

"I'll just have to wait until they both meet, then I'll see if they can converse with each other." He crouched a little farther away as his muscles protested in slight pain. "Perhaps I'll gain some useful information from their conversation as to where I'm located."

He watched as they completely ignored each other. Even after walking past each other with only a few yards of breadth, they didn't even glanced at each other, strolling in their own little world.

"Perhaps they're intoxicated? They seem to do absolutely nothing except smile like lunatics. Don't they have homes or a family to take care of?" He silently sighed while pinching his nose with his thumb and index finger. "I will have to verify if they are at least coherent with speech."

Following the first giant he was stalking, he waited until it was alone.

He stood up and body flickered a few yards in front of the creature. To not startle the giant, he made it appeared as if he was coming from behind a tree and walked slowly. Tobirama's movements and posture represented a genuine and friendly welcome. He also made sure to step on a few twigs to alert the creature since he was still hiding his chakra signature.

The giant turned and tilted his head downwards. Tobirama stopped at a reasonable distance to not be considered hostile. It's smile never left it's face as it walked towards him. Tobirama stiffened but stood his place.

"My name is Senju Tobirama. Who and what are you?" He went straight to the point. He was never one to beat around the bush. His hand twitched toward his weapons when the giant stretched his hand aiming at him. "It doesn't seem to grasp my words. Perhaps it doesn't understand me? Does it communicate differently?" He pondered as the hand was closing in.

He waited until the last moment to body flicker above on a tree branch. The giant, whose closed hand grasp nothing but air, stood and stared at his empty hand. It turned its head looking in vain before it proceeded to walk away as if nothing had happened.

"It's hand was moving too slow to be an outright attack. It was trying to grab me, but why? Has it never seen a human before? Whatever the reason, one thing is for sure, it is not intelligent." He sat on a branch with his back leaning against the tree and his right leg hanging in the air. "It's speed is abysmal. Chakra capacity is that of a civilian. Aside from not being smart, it's own body is deformed that even its own chakra can't flow normally through its coils. It seems I will have investigate some more about their species and origin before I draw conclusions. Should they be a threat, I will eliminate them."

He frowned when his stomach gave an uncharacteristically sound. "I will have to hunt for today, seeing how I'm out of ration bars." He stood just then when the wind hit his face and sea salt filled his nostrils. He grinned when he realized his favorite type of food was nearby.

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