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Kagami looked for something he could fight for. Something in the here and now; he could not always fight for a memory Mito-Sama told him the day she gave him the silver happuri still etched with the old Senju symbol and scratched with the marks of war. He decided that day that he wouldn’t wear it until he knew why; of everything Kagami knew about Tobirama-Sama the clearest was that he was a man of singular resolve, unfaltering almost to the point of fear (Izuna had murmured it a time or two, that the White Demon could not be turned away once set, not by anything but his brother- and Kagami didn’t know which brother.)
He finds himself watching the village sometimes. Tracking the comings and goings to tell Mito-Sama later; wondering which of his agemates he would have known in another world, would he have learned with them? Who would they have become in a different world? What would the village be in a different world? He reaches for that other him, wondering, always wondering; would Izuna have fallen beneath Kumo blades there? Would the Uchiha be happier there? But looking at the old metal, he could almost feel a cool presence on his back, a warm hand on his head, a gentle sense of amusement, oh, oh. That was the point wasn’t it, he breathed in deep as Madara-Oniisama had taught him and hovered on the edge of the dive (the second before the falcon stoops, the final of gathering resolve, and then, and then,)
Kagami put the happuri on. He stands as straight as he can and walks into the sunlight, if Tobirama-Oniisama could do it he could to; he wasn’t just a remnant of a greater man- he would make the man who wore this first proud and then someday he would pass it on to another child. He walks with his older brothers into the sun (Madara-Oniisama told him once; you are an Uchiha, take care where you place your heart, for you will never forget it when it breaks).