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"Ah! This is a fantastic day to be born in." The person his brother and Madara have become has longer hair than Mito and Madara combined, falling in smooth ebony sheets and trailing to the ground; he beams like Hashirama but toothy like Madara, a second pair of arms branches out of his back like wings, and when he turns with all four hands on his hips to stare at Tobirama and Izuna in turn his three eyes are narrow and -- very strange. Not that Tobirama has any time to look at them. "Auspicious, my lord, very auspicious," one of the Senju elders says, looking half-displeased and half-resigned. "May we have your name, to record this momentous occasion properly?" "I," the fusion says self-importantly, "am Buchikotoji." He chose the kanji of Hashirama's name that didn't have any trace of Senju tradition, of course. Unsurprising. "Do you think they had secret meetings to name him in the last week, or?" Izuna mutters from the corner of his mouth to one of his clansmen, pretending to smile. "He came up with it so fast." Tobirama isn't meant to overhear and he knows it, but he can't help but snort and mutter back, "If you think this is the first time they fuse, I have a bridge to sell you."

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