"I've already located him," says Tobirama. "His chakra signature is not as corrupted as our world's had been. Still, it is similar. He has several of the Edo Tensei with him, several people I believe are intended as sacrifices unconscious near him, and seems to be preparing more impure resurrections."

He indicates Kabuto's location.

"Then let's not delay."

Teleport!

Kabuto: has about two dozen people, their skin ashen and cracked, their eyes black, surrounding him.

"Well, this is quite the surprise," he says, amicably, then flashes through several hand signs.

The ring Occlus is wearing is the work of one particularly vicious Sith who lived about six and a half centuries ago. Unlike his peers who sought immortality, he was of the opinion that there can in fact be too much of a good thing. The ring takes the lifeforce of one victim and then unleashes it upon another, dramatically accelerating the aging process in proportion to the power stored.

She directs the ring to empty its stores into Kabuto. Skin sags, eyes cloud, teeth rot, hair stiffens and drifts gently away. And in the middle of his next handsign, his fingers snap in half, bones too brittle for such force.

And then he regenerates, shedding his skin.

The Edo Tensei are attacking, regenerating as fast as they're damaged -

"You think this world lacks those who search for eternal youth?" Kabuto asks, and performs another summons as he's protected by his forces -

Two men appear.

Both look rather a lot like Tentou and Naraka.

"Hisame?" the younger asks, seeming off balance. "What is the meaning of this, Kabuto?"

"Children messing with what they don't understand," the elder says, casually. "Are you two my descendants, then?"

Oh good.

A ghost rips Itachi's head off his shoulders. It's almost surgically precise, if a grizzly bear could be a surgeon.

His head reforms.

He glances towards the Keres.

"You should not meet my gaze."

Two lasers drill into his skull. And again, as the eyes come back.

She hopes Edo Tensei can feel pain.

Meanwhile, Kabuto finds he can no longer move of his own volition.

She begins running him through the seals to dismiss the resurrection technique.

He sheds his skin again, splitting this time into numerous snakes. He can't form hand seals without hands.

Tobirama seals the Edo Tensei he'd been fighting, and turns to Madara.

Who waves him off, leaning against a wall. "I'll kill you later. This is entertaining, for now."

There are more snakes but they have fewer appendages. It evens out.

She starts tying snakes into knots.

"You do realize anyone with the Mangekyou could force him to dismiss this, right," Madara says with apparently great amusement. "The technique Izanami."

"Are you volunteering?"

"I see no reason to."

"It's not as though they came with an instruction manual."

"I've seen the technique before, but it requires sacrificing the eye used to cast it. Still, Itachi should know it, if we can take control of him."

"Or we offer Madara a true resurrection and a new cloned eye, and this piece of shit doesn't get the chance to do anything he might think redeems him."

"Madara was trying to mind control the entire planet in my world, darling, I think he's somewhat less trustworthy."

The Keres growls. "Fine."

She still hasn't stopped vaporizing various bits of Itachi.

Tentou laughs.

"Elatra, can you do the honors, or should we try to resurrect my dear alt's brother? So he can help us, of course." And her girlfriend can satisfy herself in disposing of him.

"With one target, it should be straightforward."