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Dazai has his life sorted out: he's a government worker, he's "passionate" about his job, and he has a friend that he goes to the bar with every Friday.
But suddenly he finds himself facing down folk tale horrors with a gun in his hand and a stranger by his side, and he's forced to ask himself this: what exactly did he want so badly that he would fight the gates for it?
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Madara had been a good Hokage for a month, a good husband for a week, a good friend for nearly a decade (discounting that period of war when he tried to burn everything that Hashirama had ever loved), and a good brother for his entire life minus a year (again, discounting that time he tried to dunk all four of his brothers in the sacred Uchiha pond).
Sure, things could be better. The paperwork could stand to have more structural integrity, and Madara would rather have had his own house, no matter if he would miss Izuna and the rest of his brats. The Raikage could have more patience, and Takigakure could be less foolish. (But in all honesty, things could not be better.)
It was a good three years. But this was Naruto, and good things only happen in your dreams.
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“Alright, this thing has been going on for the whole morning. What’s wrong with you?”
—Uchiha Izuna to Madara“Unless you want me to carve up his brain, I don’t see what I can do for you.”
—Senju Tobirama to Izuna