Tobirama was not someone he cared to see often. Admittedly, he knew the reason plain as day was because of his demeanor matching that of his old friend. Yet such an admittance was not something he held inclination to look too. So instead he avoided, and if possible obfuscated. It was more of his own emotional impending that caused the problem, so why not indulge himself the simple pleasure of being without company? That is of course not one of his options, luck was not blessed, and his was not infinite. As such it was inevitable that he meet the stoic man once more on the riverside.

Here in this time, it was not barricaded by concrete, protected only by its own soft stone, it created almost a beach nearest where the water ran slow. Infact many families of both clan heritage were enjoying the sun and the cooling water as the temperature rose with the nearing of the Spring Equinox. Tobirama as it came to pass, was sitting cross legged in a more rapid part of the river, eyes closed and attention clearly focused on breathing and relaxation. A meditation exercise. Par his usual course, the young man inclined away from the one meditating with the sole intention of moving quickly away before he could be spotted.

Luck disliked him, he must have wronged her somehow, although his previous experiences with her had proved otherwise. Maybe it was the simple explanation that she had always seen fit to cast him away, and instead impose upon him her worst. "Do you find yourself at comfort with nature?" A straightforward man asking about his connection to nature was strange in itself, but asking about his feelings toward it was even more so, he was one who sought to lessen emoting was he not?

"I like the outdoors. Its safe." When early life was drunken slurs at his door, there was always an escape.

Red eyes peeked in slivers from pale lashes, and the disdainful method of staring was not lost to the time traveling blond, already beginning to feel at illease with the calm stoicism the future Hokage displayed. It took a moment before the older man rose, the way in which he stood speaking of his muscle and experience, because he didn't have to use his hands to provide leverage or stretch forth his arm in balance. Naruto wondered absently if Madara had that much muscle control as well, his eyes adverting at the stray thought.

"My brother finds the most peace amongst the flora and fauna of outdoors. Speaks in frequent of its divine simplicity and unstrained eye." Water seeped from his clothes sticking matted wet against the curvature of his legs. The darkened fabric a pure contrast against his skin tone, still Naruto could hardly imagine him dawning anything other then dark hues, colour seemed like an obscure concept. As was the thought of Sasuke wearing pink. Comparisons aside Tobirama was a more rigid man then his old friend was, for while Sasuke could bask in the bracing breeze of autumn and fit into the minimal warmth, Tobirama belonged purely in winter's frigidity as it chilled ones face and sent shivers.

Walking forward, the thought of man came to a stop in front of his younger, unbothered by the weight in his pants and despite his soaked shirt, refusing to take it off in favour of privacy. Dulled tones made his eyes stand out in prominence, appearing as the Uchiha's sharingan against the darkness that was their visage. From a unfazed expression crept forward a glare, twisting his eyes. Naruto hadn't been expecting a pleasant conversation with the man, but to suddenly been given such an angered expression? It caused his nerves to flare, and apprehension to blossom quickly as self preservation settled in his bones. That was with the understanding that men like him were often not as irked as they appeared, merely the way their eyes curved caused the intensity to increase.

"I hear Madara has decided to court you." Was that all? He blinked, uncertain. Yet, if that was the case, well then being cautious would be foolish. Grinning, he put his hands behind his head, swaying ever so slightly. Happy to realize that it wasn't anger the man was displaying.

"You shouldn't worry! I don't plan on stealing his company. He's a busy guy, I'm sure he'll make time for all his friends!" Maybe he could understand the feeling from his own experience. He was granted however, with a startled but otherwise bland expression the held like carved stone on the mans face.

"I have never been... friends with an Uchiha, nor will I ever be." A heavy statement, carrying prejudice containing the bitter memories of the past. A load no one should bare upon themselves daily. Especially someone as well regarded as Tobirama among the Senju. It was a dangerous bias to upkeep in a place where serenity was purpose. Naruto found the statement all the more lonesome, tired and depressing, his own views on people notwithstanding there was so much distrain filtered through cruelty.

"Your eyes are clouded by the past." To an extent, from experience he could reason with it, sympathize with the inclination to uphold an old emotion to what the present has become. That is, when only seeing how someone had shaped your past and being blinded by that, instead of opening and viewing what they had become was a result of self-ignorance. One, should always attempt to see what light they were given to see in a person, even if it was obstructed by other factors of their own personality. Everyone was good in some manner. Naruto knew this to be true of the Uchiha, they were kind and had welcomed him into their home without fuss, they fought in an invasion force and still maintained a cheer he hadn't seen within his village before.

"War! They killed countless, ruthless in the numbers they slain, they are controlled by the demon in their eyes. Hatred becomes them." For a moment it appeared as though the man was going to yell, only barely maintaining a façade of stoicism, irritating the blond further.

"You didn't do the same thing?!" He questioned outright, it wasn't a child he spoke to, but a full grown man with battle experience, yet he was coming forth with the grudge of a bittered old man, and the mindset of a needful child in temperament.

His main response was to scoff, upholding a visage of certainty, a misplaced arrogance. "Far different. Our methods were purely of survival, we gained no pleasure in watching people slain before us. We were not so barbaric." Seeing the end of the conversation, the Senju made his way past the young Uzumaki, but stopped momentarily, slouching his shoulders in resignment. He inclined his head, a sliver of red pupil could be seen. "You are not a foolish man, so, heed my words, and steer clear of the Uchiha. Their Omega's are well treated, but trapped within the walls." He had seen evidence of that plain enough, only, were the oppression so outright, would their not be more vocal a protest? He shook his head, and walked away, best to be glad that Tobirama hadn't seen fit to scold him or lecture him he would wither under the gaze.

Up ahead he spotted a fallen form on the ground, a child by size, a Senju by clothing. He ran over, they seemed quite injured not sitting up. But once he got closer he realized why, they were laying motionless not breathing blood seeping from a large gash in their back turning pale ivory fabric a vibrant red. Not the time to be idle, he removed a kunai, glancing around, if there was an enemy around they'd either attack outright or wait for him to let his guard back down. He planned to have the advantage either way.

He was right, as he made a mockery of putting away his kunai in fake resignation there was a movement in the alley adjacent, right before someone attacked at his flank. His eyes saw no figure as he was knocked to the ground harshly smacking his head, as gravel scrapped at his face. One arm being held in place by that which had barrelled him over, the other -with the weapon, slashing wildly at what appeared to be thin air.

Whoever this was, clearly was invisible, so he couldn't remain dependant on his sight. The desire to panic creeping quickly through his mind, he focused instead on feeling, they held his right wrist captive with their hand, he knew that much. So they were overtop of him, but if they were above he would have caught them by now, and there was no body heat overtop of him. So that left two options, just on his right holding that hand at an angle, or behind his head well positioned for a strike. Seen as no killing blow had been attempted, he had to assume the right.

Testing, he quickly pulled his arm up as far as he could, they resisted, and as he had thought the gravel shifted on his side, he had to guess, but he fisted the kunai, and aimed a punch for where he estimated their face would be. There was a cough of dust from the path as they hit the ground unsteadily. It caught in the ditches of their clothing, and he could see their legs, which meant he knew where their torso was. He stabbed at their leg first, incapacitating them, he was aware enough that shinobi were better trained in these times, he couldn't afford to try for a presumptuous killing blow.

There was a brief scream before they stuffled it, as they backed quickly, only managing to shift backwards on their knees. The sound was enough however, as around a corner came running Tobirama, pants still soaking, Naruto hadn't even managed to fully stand up before the man had the enemy under sword point. It was wrong, and Naruto was going to tell him to stop, but all his breath had left his lungs as the blade descended, ripping apart flesh, as the illusion shattered. A young man, maybe his age with matted brown hair and black eyes lay shaking on the ground, shocked stiff by the katana buried in his torso.  It mattered not how many times something grotesque crossed his path, his attitude was such that it would never fail to disgust him. As such was the situation now, a struggle to live playing out before him, blood seeping through the would, spilling from the young man's mouth, his hands pulling at the katana. Whenever he managed to move it he'd let lose a shaking gasp of pain as it ripped at him further.

Stomach acid began to crawl up along with the blood in his mouth, his skin turning a sickly grey the colour around his eyes slightly blue now. Naruto watched in silence, kept on the ground by his own horror at the the events, he had seen death, but watching a human struggle had never been something he could comprehend without being sick himself. It was wrong. Tobirama stood above all the while, waiting patient, not even attempting to ease the man's pain. Almost cruelty that Naruto was struck by the fact he understood why. Realization, rationalization, did nothing to stop him from breaking the man's neck, it was selfish, but should he gaze longer he would lose consciousness.

His eyes welled with damp tears, though he pushed them back fierce. Tobirama did not deserve even an inch from him as it was. Maybe anger drove his thought, but logic spoke in his mind as his feelings guided his own clarity of thought. Which was why, in his own fashion of rebellion he stared the man directly, not a care of the fact he was still on the ground and it was not in the least bit intimidating.

"To me. It looked like you enjoyed that." He stated, making sure a blinded Senju was made aware of his own hypocrisy. If things hadn't occurred the way they did, perhaps he would have yelled in his own manner of indiscretion, but he could not dare yell near a body he had killed. So, instead, he only managed in plainest voice the smallest of reprimands. Truth and nausea drove him away, forcing his feet to move, anywhere he could, simply away from what had essentially been his own fault. Tobirama's own ignorance in himself was nearly to ugly a burden to bare.