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Izuna steps forward, katana leading, and a precisely placed slash means that the man in front of him collapses screaming.
It's only fair - may this bloodline thief enjoy the blindness he inflicted on so many, even though Izuna doesn't intend to allow him to live like this for long enough to be true justice.
Still, the man can wait until the rest of his fellows have been dealt with, and Izuna deflects a spray of senbon before cutting down another shinobi. Bloodline thieves always work together - it's the kind of work that requires too many skills to belong to a single person - but it's rare for this many to gather in a single place, with a single purpose.
Nii-san's village has proven to be too tempting a target however, and Izuna was all to glad when the mission to destroy these scum was assigned to him.
Unfortunately, his brother also assigned him a mission partner.
The enormous wall of water around them contracts, herding the thieves towards his blade, and Izuna grimaces at the casual display of his rival's strength. Tobirama is the subject of almost every combat memory he has, his Sharingan pressing them onto him even without conscious thought, and it's impossible not to view the man as a threat because he is.
Was.
And could still be, if the Senju Clan Head changes his mind.
Izuna can match Tobirama of course, he's always been able to, save for that one single time, but being wary of his rival is only wise. Tobirama is too smart, too unpredictable, and too loyal - a loyalty given first to his family, and only second to the village.
In that, as always, they match.
Cold steel opens yet another throat, and Izuna steps to the side to avoid the spray of blood before turning to look for the single thief he left alive.
Only to find that the man isn't there anymore.
Damnit.