Hashirama Reborn

After making sure that his two younger brothers had eaten enough, Hashirama slowly became serious and spoke solemnly: Tobirama, Itama, I will be heading to the Wet Bone Forest tomorrow, and it will take at least a month to finish. Itama is staying in the clan now, so I am not worried. But Tobirama, you are going out on a mission, and I am really worried about you, big brother.

Tobirama's expression was stunned, but his heart couldn't help but feel warm. He said in a soft voice: It's okay, brother, I was careless this time and didn't notice Shimura's poison. I will be careful next time. You just need to practice with peace of mind and don't worry about us.

Itama also nodded vigorously to show his agreement. He had listened to Hashirama's explanation of what happened today. Although he didn't understand much about fairy arts, he just knew that Hashirama would become stronger this time. He would probably stay in the clan in the future, but Hashirama and Tobirama would have to go on missions. Now that they had the opportunity to become stronger, the possibility of injury or even death would be reduced. Of course, Itama didn't want to affect Hashirama's becoming stronger because of his family.

Listening to his brothers' consolation, Hashirama just shook his head silently, took out a strange scroll from his back and handed it to Tobirama. Under the curious gaze of his brothers, Hashirama spoke to his brothers seriously: Tobirama, you must bring this scroll with you every time you go on a mission. This is a secret weapon I prepared. You can only open it when you encounter a situation that you cannot solve.

Tobirama wanted to ask reflexively, but was stopped by Hashirama who waved his hand, "Tobirama, don't ask, and don't tell anyone else, not even your father. And don't try to open it, because if you open it the effect will be lost. Remember, you must use it at the most dangerous moment, it can save your life."

Tobirama's expression froze. His brother's repeated reminders had already shown the importance of the scroll. This was his brother's intention and he would definitely not trample on it. So he stopped asking questions and just nodded carefully to put it away.

Hashirama turned to look at Itama and said guiltily: I'm sorry, Itama, I can only do one with my current ability. Tobirama faces too many dangers when he goes out on missions, and I'm really worried about him. I will prepare one for Itama in the future.

Senju Itama shook his head anxiously and said in a panic: It's okay, Brother Hashirama, I'll be fine staying in the clan, you don't have to worry about me, Brother Tobirama needs this more, but, Brother Hashirama, is this secret weapon difficult? Will you be very tired?

Seeing Tobirama's equally worried eyes, Hashirama couldn't help but run over, stretched out his hands to hold his two caring and sensible younger brothers in his arms, and laughed, "Haha, Tobirama, Itama, don't worry about big brother, I'm very powerful, I just consumed my chakra. Come on, big brother will leave tomorrow, let's sleep together tonight."

Oh, no, it’s too crowded!

Amidst his brothers' half-hearted protests, Hashirama forcefully pulled his two younger brothers back into the house. When Senju Butsuma came back late at night, the house was already dark. His good vision allowed him to notice the food covered with a frame on the dining table. He reached out and opened it. Inside was a still slightly steaming dinner, a large bowl of mushroom rice, half a fried fish, and a bowl of miso soup. Senju Butsuma was stunned. He had clearly told them not to worry about it, but did these kids still leave dinner for him?

But have the children rested? Following the scent of chakra, Senju Fushima gently pushed open the door of the eldest son's room, and saw three children tightly pressed together on the small bed. Itachi slept in the innermost, already squeezed against the wall, Tobirama lay flat in the middle, frowning as the arm of the outermost Hashirama pressed on his chest. Hashirama's sleeping posture was the most unrestrained, with half of his hands and feet resting on Tobirama's body, and the other half of his hands and feet falling on the edge of the bed, swaying slightly with his breathing.

Senju Butsuma frowned slightly, stepped forward to move Hashirama's hands and feet away from Tobirama, looked at Tobirama's brows that had relaxed again, and shook his head with some amusement. Even if he was usually very steady, he was still a child. Then he put Hashirama's dangling hands and feet back on the bed, covered the children with quilts, and slowly left the room. He had a good night's sleep.

The next morning, when Thousand-Handed Buddha brought a few children to the open space outside the meeting hall, the tribesmen who stayed in the tribe had already gathered around the meeting hall. When they saw them appear, they shouted excitedly.

Here they come, it’s the clan leader and others!

Is Hashirama going to use the summoning technique?

Senju Fushima nodded to several elders in the crowd, and stood aside with Tobirama and Itama. The great elder slowly approached, handed two storage scrolls to Hashirama, and said in a gentle voice: Hashirama, inside are the food and spare clothes prepared for you by the clan. The clan is very interested in the Slug Sage. Remember to try to summon a bigger one later so that the clan members can see it. Go ahead.

Hashirama nodded slowly, standing in front of the empty meeting hall, closing his eyes and concentrating under the eager gaze of the tribesmen. Soon, Hashirama gathered a large amount of chakra in his body, bit his finger and quickly formed a seal, Hai-Xu-You-Shen-Wei, is it painful? Spiritual summoning technique! As his bloody palm slapped the ground, a large cloud of smoke enveloped Hashirama. Amid the sound of the tribesmen around him who couldn't help but breathe softly, a huge monster slowly emerged from the smoke. The huge creature that almost occupied the entire open space was entrenched in place, and its slightly squirming mouth made a loud noise like thunder. Hashirama, are you ready?

Several Thousand Hands children couldn't help but scream, and the adults next to them hurriedly covered their mouths with their hands. The children, unable to make a sound, could only stare with awe at the calm boy in the field.

Hashirama nodded affirmatively, but thinking that Lord Slug might not be able to see it, he quickly replied loudly: Lord Slug, I'm ready and can set off right away.

The huge slug slowly moved its body, and the stones beneath it made rustling sounds. The Senju people around it couldn't help but take two steps back. The Slug Sage's gentle voice sounded, "Don't be afraid, people of Hashirama's clan, we will leave soon. Hashirama, come on me."

Hashirama jumped with great force and landed steadily on the back of the giant slug. He looked around at his clansmen with some reluctance, and waved vigorously in the direction of his father and brothers. After receiving a response from Itama, he shouted to the Slug Sage above: Lord Slug, I'm up, we can set off!

Good. As the huge smoke rose, the giant slug and Hashirama slowly disappeared from the spot. At the same time, a small slug took advantage of the smoke to disappear from the spot and slowly crawled away.

The tribesmen around were talking to each other excitedly. They saw such a huge talking slug with their own eyes. Thinking that it was the spiritual beast of the tribe leader's son, all the tribesmen felt proud. Finally, as time passed, everyone slowly dispersed. After all, they were all very busy to maintain the livelihood of the tribe.