Hashirama Reborn

Early in the morning, in an unknown town in the Land of Fire, the streets were bustling with people. Vendors were hawking their wares, attracting passers-by to stop. However, in this bustling market, there was one store that stood out from the rest.

It was a spacious wooden house, simple and elegant. Looking inside through the open door and windows, one could see exquisite kimonos displayed in the store. Some were as bright as fire, while others were as plain as orchid. Each one sparkled with unique charm. The delicate patterns on the kimonos were like delicate scrolls, telling of the craftsmen's efforts and skills. In the corner of the store, elegant landscape paintings and vase ornaments stood quietly, adding a touch of elegance and tranquility to the store.

A middle-aged man was busy sorting items on the shelf. Suddenly, a childish voice broke the silence: "Excuse me, do you have gloves?" The man turned around and saw a black-haired boy in khaki clothes standing behind him, looking around the store with a pair of bright eyes curiously.

The man quickly glanced at the boy's plain clothes, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes. He pointed to the shelf in the corner, where there were many scarves, gloves, hats and other textiles. However, the boy just glanced at it and shook his head, saying embarrassedly: Sorry, these won't work, I want something better.

The man stopped what he was doing and said helplessly: Boy, I have something better, but do you have money?

The young man blinked, took out a round bead from his arms, and said hesitantly: Well, I don’t have any money, but do you think this is okay?

The man's eyes widened, and he saw a round, snow-white bead lying in the boy's open palm. The bead was crystal clear and emitted a soft light. He was shocked, it turned out to be a pearl!

The young man looked at the man who had not spoken for a long time, scratched his soft hair helplessly, and asked in confusion:... Is it not possible?

The man came back to his senses, his eyes glowing, and he answered decisively: "Yes, of course! You can have any kind of gloves you want!"

A hint of surprise flashed in the boy's eyes, and he couldn't wait to say: Really? I want black gloves, slightly smaller than my hands, and the fabric should be comfortable and breathable, is that okay?

The man nodded hurriedly and warmly welcomed the young man to sit down. He took out an exquisite wooden box from the back of the house and opened it. A pair of black gloves appeared in front of him. The young man reached out and took them out. The thin and soft touch of the gloves made the young man nod with satisfaction. While handing over the pearls, he said happily: Thank you, I want this, can I choose something else?

The man took the pearl and stuffed it into his arms excitedly, while grinning and saying: Of course, sir, you are welcome to look at it.

The boy's eyes lit up: I want more...

After a whole morning of shopping, the black-haired boy walked out of the store with a big package in his hand. After turning a few corners, he skillfully came to a hidden wooden house. The big word "Gambling" on the door and the faint noise coming from behind the door indicated that this was a gambling house. The boy, Hashirama Senju who sneaked out during the break, touched his dry purse and swallowed: ...Since we are here, why not play a few rounds before going back?

While Hashirama was immersed in the hustle and bustle of the gambling house, on the other side, in the meeting hall of the Senju clan, there was a solemn and depressing atmosphere.

Senju Tobirama stood stiffly in the middle of the room, enduring the sharp gazes from above. Senju Bhusama was staring at his son at this time. Next to him was an unfolded scroll with the word "urgent" faintly visible on it, showing the importance of this information.

...Tobirama, where is your elder brother?

Senju Tobirama clenched his fists nervously and explained: My brother was too busy these days, and today he has a rare day off, so he will go out and have a rest. He should be back soon.

is it?

The eyes of Senju Buddha were as sharp as torches. He took a deep breath, looked at his proud son, thought of the contents of the scroll, and tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, but his voice was still cold and stern: Tobirama, how long do you want to hide the affairs of the Rain Country?

Senju Tobirama's body trembled slightly, feeling the increasing anger from his father above. He closed his eyes tightly, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart, "It's over."

After a brief silence, Tobirama spoke hoarsely, with a hint of trembling in his voice: I'm sorry, father.

Say!

...That's right. As Tobirama explained, Senju Butsuma's expression became more and more terrifying, like the dark clouds before a storm, making it hard to breathe.

...That's it. After we separated from Uchiha Tsubaki at Minamiga River, we came back directly. That's all. Tobirama lowered his head in shame and added carefully.

The room fell into a terrible silence for a while, so quiet that only the sound of each other's heartbeats could be heard. After a while, Senju Butsuma asked in an emotionless voice: ... Tobirama, do you know what the reward for the transaction between Hashirama and Uchiha was?

Tobirama shook his head and asked in confusion: Isn't it money?

Senju Butsuma did not answer immediately, but fell into deep thought. The room fell into silence again. This silence was more depressing than the previous one, making Tobirama feel suffocated. He stood there uneasily, secretly looking up at his father's face hidden in the shadows.

Although that face looked calm, Tobirama could sense a strong sense of anger and disappointment in it. For no reason, he felt a wave of fear and instinctively opened his mouth to defend his brother: Father, my brother...

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Senju Butsukan: Okay, I get it. Although Senju Butsukan's voice was calm, the chill in it was chilling. He waved his hand, indicating that Tobirama could leave.

Although Tobirama still had many questions and worries in his mind, he now understood that now was not the time to continue asking questions. He silently stepped back, but in his heart he was extremely worried about his brother's situation.

Just as he reached the door, his father's voice came from behind him again: Tobirama, it is good to respect your brother, but don't forget that you are first a ninja of the Senju clan, and then the brother of Senju Hashirama.

Now answer me, what is the most important thing for a ninja of the Senju clan?

Tobirama's back froze, and after a moment of silence, he spoke stiffly: ...I am obeying orders, Patriarch.

Qianshou Buddha closed his eyes and said coldly: Very good, go back to your laboratory directly. You don’t need to go on any missions during this period. You should reflect on yourself.

Yes.

Sensing that his second son had left, Thousand-Handed Buddha slowly opened his eyes. A trace of pity flashed across his eyes, and a complex sigh was heard in the empty conference hall.