Do you think your brother is aware that his Broadcasting is so strong it gives us all headaches when he's too close? Madara asked, his mindvoice thick with irritation, and Tobirama snorted, smoothing a hand over Madara's neck before pulling himself up astride his shoulders.

I highly doubt it, though I have attempted to explain to him how . . . much he is, Tobirama sighed, settling himself more securely as Madara spread his wings, to anyone with the proper senses.

Madara made a disgusted sound and leapt, wings snapping out to catch the air, just as Hashirama appeared over the lip of the nesting canyon, calling out to them.