Hashirama Reborn

Is strength really the most important?

Senju Hashirama stood in the center of the conference room, looking at the dissatisfied elders around him, with an indescribable emotion welling up in his heart.

Mingming had already gotten used to the elders' practice of imposing their will on others without considering other people's feelings and choices in his previous life, and he had obviously learned to hide his emotions.

However, when he set foot on this familiar land again and reunited with Madara, Tobirama, Itama and his father, his world seemed to be surrounded by a warm torrent again.

Their laughter, their care, and their companionship, like the sunshine, dispelled the haze that had accumulated in his heart for so long, and made his personality inadvertently return to its former state.

The once reckless, ignorant and fearless Hashirama, under the baptism of time, under heavy pressure, and under the expectation of peace, has long learned to hide his emotions, to compromise for the interests of the majority, and to devote everything he has to the interests of the majority.

He is known as the God of Ninjas who ignited the fire of peace in the world, the most respected first-generation Hokage of Konoha Village, the most respectable patriarch of the Senju clan, the adult most admired by children, and the one who possesses all the glory and praise. Most people are full of praise for Senju Hashirama.

Even though there were a small number of people who believed that Hashirama Senju was a hypocritical hypocrite and a sinner who would lead the Senju clan into eternal damnation, this view soon disappeared under the cover-up of the majority of people.

Hashirama knew very well that what they said was right, but he didn't care. He only cared about peace and Konoha. For the sake of peace, even if he had to sacrifice everything, even if he discovered the darkness hidden under the peace, even if he saw the Uchiha clan being ostracized by the villagers, Hashirama never regretted his choice and moved forward towards his ideal unswervingly.

...Because he has nothing left except peace and Konoha. If even this belief is shaken, Hashirama thinks he will probably die immediately.

But he couldn't die yet. Even after Madara left, he wanted to go to the Pure Land every day to meet him and apologize to him. Even though he hoped to never wake up before closing his eyes every day, he would still open his eyes naturally the next day and look directly at this world that made him so miserable.

At the very least, he had to clear the obstacles for Tobirama, buy time for Konoha's development, extend the period of peace as long as possible, and let the children face the cruel war later. For these little selfish reasons, Hashirama dragged his weak body and struggled to hold on day after day.

Only occasionally in his free time, the weak First Hokage would lean on the bed and tell the same story over and over again to the Senju children who were sitting around the bed and playing. The next second, those children who were already tired of the story would run away tactfully and no longer disturb the somewhat long-winded Hokage.

Only the Hokage was left alone, staring blankly at the falling leaves outside the window, muttering to himself: Once upon a time, there were two young men who dreamed of peace. They...

The identity of Hokage trapped Hashirama Senju for half his life. For the sake of peace and justice, he had long since abandoned the part of himself as Hashirama. But at this moment, when he was once again in the past and bathed in the warmth of family and friendship, Hashirama discovered that the part of himself as "Hashirama" seemed to have never disappeared, but was just suppressed deep in his heart.

With the return of important people and the changes that have taken place bit by bit, the reckless and confident Hashirama is back. The edges that had been smoothed out for a long time have regained new sharpness. He no longer endures oppression and injustice, and feels unbearable from the bottom of his heart. He wants to question, to resist, to break all the injustices and constraints, and to... once again find a path to true peace with Madara.

Can you do it?

Of course I can, because I am Hashirama!

All the hesitation, fear, and uneasiness disappeared at this moment. With the passing of the haze, the thick fog that weighed on the heart finally dissipated, revealing something that had been buried for a long time. It was a little mushroom-headed boy, standing with his hands on his hips, a pair of dark eyes flashing with dazzling light. The "thing" in that light had never dimmed because of the passage of time, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

Hashirama laughed, and under the puzzled gazes of the elders, he walked to the window, reached out and pushed open the window of the meeting room that had been closed all the time. With a creaking sound, the wooden window was opened.

A breeze blew by, bringing with it a cool breath into the room. The sunlight also shone into this dull and depressing house through the figure of the pillar, illuminating every corner of the house with bright light.

Cough

The third elder waved his hand to blow away the dust that was blown in front of him. After coughing a few times uncontrollably, he said angrily: "Chief, aren't you going to say anything?!"

Senju Butsuma narrowed his eyes that were looking directly into the sunlight, and looked at his eldest son standing in front of the window. A hint of surprise flashed through his mind. After a moment's silence, he asked in a deep voice: Hashirama, what do you want to do?

Hashirama slowly turned around. His backlit figure made it difficult for everyone in the room to see the expression on his face, but everyone could clearly hear his serious answer: What do I want to do? I want to decide my own affairs without anyone interfering.

……

The room fell into an eerie silence, as if even the air had frozen. Everyone stared with wide eyes at the black-haired boy in front of them in disbelief. They couldn't believe that Hashirama, who used to be respectful and obedient to the family elders, would make such a request that was tantamount to a direct challenge to the family system and the power of the elders.

The Great Elder took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress the shock and anger in his heart, and said as calmly as possible: Hashirama, do you know what you are saying?

Hashirama nodded, his voice firm: Ah, I know.

Everyone was silent again.

Nonsense!

The roar of the Third Elder suddenly sounded, breaking the silence in the meeting room. He pointed at Hashirama with a trembling finger, his chest rising and falling violently, and roared: Senju Hashirama! As a member of the family, to enjoy the family's supplies and protection, you must contribute and sacrifice for the family. Everyone does this, including your father! What qualifications do you have to say these words here? !

Facing the third elder's angry rebuke, Hashirama just looked at the angry old man in front of him calmly and said word by word: Why? Because I have Wood Release, because I have Senjutsu, because I am the only Senjutsu who can check Uchiha.

……

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely weird. The third elder who angrily rebuked Hashirama froze on the spot, unable to utter a word. Only his trembling fingers revealed his suppressed emotions.