Hashirama Reborn

Hashirama Senju has been a little anxious recently. Ever since he agreed with Madara not to meet for the time being, Hashirama's focus has been on awakening Wood Release as soon as possible and successfully signing a contract with Slug Sage.

But now, seeing that today is the day we agreed to meet again, things are stuck at the first step. In the previous life, after Madara awakened the Sharingan, I lay in bed sadly for a day and inexplicably awakened Wood Release. But now, feeling the water and earth chakras in my body, no matter how hard I try, the two have no intention of merging, and as for Ashura's chakra, I don't even know where it is.

If I cannot awaken Wood Release, the Slug Sage will not take the initiative to find me. Even if I search for the address of the Wet Bone Forest according to my memories of my previous life and really see the Slug Sage's true form, without Wood Release, he may not sign a Summoning Beast Contract with me.

Is it possible to wait for Madara to awaken the Sharingan? How long does that have to wait? But I can't just go to Madara to break up with him for the sake of Wood Release and then explain and make peace later? ?

No, if you really bring it up, forget about making up later. Madara is a very serious person, and he wants to awaken Wood Release in order to successfully obtain the split body of the Slug Sage. He can meet with Madara without any obstacles. How can you do something that might make Madara sad? Senju Hashirama, don't put the cart before the horse!!!

boom! boom! boom!

Hearing the sound of banging against the wall again, Itama, who was practicing shuriken throwing at the door, looked at his second brother with some concern: "Brother Tobirama, my eldest brother started banging against the wall again. Is it really okay? Should we go see him?"

Don't worry about it, go back to the board and continue practicing. Look at the target carefully, don't be distracted, pay attention to the direction of the force used by your arms and waist, and try again.

Okay, okay, Tobirama-brother!

Senju Tobirama folded his arms, leaned against the door, frowned and watched Itama's shuriken throwing practice, "No, the power is too weak. Itama will be 6 years old soon. He may go to the battlefield to perform logistical tasks this winter, but he is not as tough as me and my older brother. Itama is my mother's last child born after a difficult labor. His health is not very good. If he goes to the battlefield in his current state, he will die."

Huh, huh, Senju Itama was breathing heavily, beads of sweat dripping down his hair to the ground. He looked intently at the wall in the distance, which was covered with holes of varying depths and a few shurikens stuck on it.

He had been throwing the shuriken continuously for more than two hours, and the arm holding the shuriken was shaking a little, but he still tried hard to throw the shuriken in his hand towards the wall not far away.

Ding! The shuriken left a shallow mark on the wall before falling to the ground powerlessly, disappearing among a small pile of shurikens on the ground.

Senju Itama's little black and white head hung low, looking somewhat sadly at the pile of shurikens he had used for practice on the ground. He knew that he had disappointed his brother Tobirama again. It was rare that his brother Tobirama took the time to guide him in practice, but his strength was too weak and his endurance was not good enough, so many shurikens could not be inserted into the wall.

I heard that when his elder brother was his age, he could easily nail many shurikens to the wall at the same time and they would not fall off at all.

Seeing his younger brother's sad look, Tobirama walked forward with some heartache, touched Itama's little head, and comforted him in a rare gentle voice: It's okay, Itama, you are just too young, it will be fine when you grow up. Now go back and take a shower, and see what your big brother is doing. I will call you when I finish cooking.

I understand, big brother. Senju Itama responded gloomily.

Watching his younger brother leave listlessly, Senju Tobirama felt a little helpless. He was really not suitable for doing such things of comforting and consoling. So he let that stupid elder brother worry about it. It was time for him to fulfill his duty as an older brother. Thinking of this, he turned and walked towards the kitchen to prepare lunch for the family.

Brother, are you okay?

Bang, bang! Bang! Hashirama Senju, who was banging his head against the wall, suddenly heard the soft questioning voice of his cute brother Itama. He subconsciously turned around and smiled widely, saying happily: Itama, is the practice over? Are you here to play with your big brother?

Well, it's over.

Hearing his brother's listless voice, Hashirama paused his smile and observed him carefully. He found that his brother was sweating, his steps were heavy, his breathing was rapid, and his arms were twitching slightly unconsciously. He already understood what was going on.

Hashirama sat down cross-legged on the spot and waved to his brother who was looking at him blankly: Itama, come to me and tell me what happened. I will help you.

Senju Itama stood in front of his eldest brother somewhat dazedly. Hashirama, who was already 11 years old this year, was almost as tall as him when he sat down, allowing him to look straight into his elder brother Hashirama's gentle black eyes. He didn't know how to start talking.

Itama has always known that his eldest brother is a genius. He is only 11 years old but can fight against the adults in the clan without losing. Although his father often said that his eldest brother was completely unqualified as a ninja except for martial arts, and he laughed and joked all day long and had countless strange ideas in his mind, Itama knew that his father actually cared about his eldest brother the most and believed that with his eldest brother's potential, he would definitely become the strongest Senju in the future.

The second brother, Tobirama, is intelligent, calm and alert. He will obey orders firmly and put the interests of the clan first. He has now begun to learn how to handle clan affairs with the great elder. He is a perfect all-round ninja. He will assist his eldest brother in the future, and the Senju will definitely become stronger.

Only I, also my father's child, am not as strong as my eldest brother, nor am I smart enough or brave enough. I will be scared by my father at any time, let alone resist like my eldest brother.

He was about to turn six, the age at which he would go to the battlefield. Although no one had said it explicitly, Banjian knew that with his current strength, he might not be able to survive the winter battlefield.

His third brother Wajian had passed away not long ago. At that time, with a heart full of hatred, he firmly stated that he would go to the battlefield to avenge his brother. However, as the time to go to the battlefield drew closer, the fear of death gradually overcame everything.

Looking at the bodies of the sacrificed members of the tribe that were occasionally brought back by the tribe, some of them could not even be found. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, they might become disabled and unable to take care of themselves, and could only rely on the help of the tribe to survive. Listening to the painful groans and wails of the injured members, feeling the pitying gazes from the adults around him that they thought were well hidden, as if they had already determined that he would soon become one of them, Banjian did not want to stay any longer and left quickly, suppressing his fear.

What overwhelmed Itama's sanity was the sacrifice of a child, Senju Hiroshi, who was 7 years old and had been to the battlefield. He was the lucky child who survived. If he could grow up successfully, he would probably be a very powerful ninja, but now he only brought back an arm.

I heard from adults that during the mission to protect grain, they encountered the Feathered Clan, and Senju Hiroshi and his ox cart were hit by the detonating talisman. After the explosion, only this arm was left.

Looking at the bloody broken arm, Senju Itama was about to collapse.

I will die, I will die, I will definitely die, even Hong who is stronger than me has died, I am so weak, I will definitely die, what should I do, will I become like this soon? It’s so scary, someone come and save me...

Feeling the concerned gaze from his brother, Senju Itama lowered his head in shame and couldn't help but speak: Brother, I'm so scared, if Hong died, will I die too?