Training from Hell
The inevitable question came about his eyes.
His eyes didn't look like the sharingan.
They were red.
Red like Tatsuma's blood.
Red like the Sharingan.
Madara asked if he could deactivate them.
He couldn't.
That's when he realised his irises were stained permanently red from the injections.
Though, if his eyes were not 'activated' and the red was simply a comestic side effect, that would mean he could possibly awaken his own version of the Sharingan.
He had the chakra in his eyes to do so. It could be possible.
So it was decided.
Tobirama would be staying with Madara for a few weeks. They would test this theory. (If Tobirama did have the Sharingan, it would be something he would need under control, to avoid possible catastrophe.) This would also be much needed time away from his older brother. This was turning out well.
Tobirama had been expecting to sit down and do some eye stuff as this was Sharingan training. But no.
Madara was ordering him to run around and do laps around the area and do exercises like lifting logs.
What.
Tobirama was lost.
But he did what he was told.
"What does this have to do with the Sharingan?" Tobirama asked while stumbling towards Madara, out of breath.
Only for Madara to lunge at him as if they were sparring or something.
What.
WHAT.
This certainly wasn't expected