As the cherry blossoms danced in the breeze, the people of Konoha sighed in relief. Despite a number of supply shortages, and a freak blizzard that was highly unusual for the region, Konoha had survived its first winter. When it was clear that the warm weather would hold, the two founders of the village who were waiting for Konoha to survive its first year before selecting a leader had declared that there would be a week-long festival taking place around the Vernal Equinox.

"I think we should do something really special for the festival." Tobirama said. "I've got it! Let's have that Uzumaki woman make a seal that'll bring people from the future here so they can tell us how the village turns out several generations down the line!"

"Time travel is forbidden." Hashirama said. "It was one of the first laws laid down by the Sage of the Six Paths."

"There's way's around that." Tobirama said. "Do you remember that lecture by that crazy professor who stopped by our camp, and taught those really bizarre lessons about other universes, and how he'd told us that as well as there simultaneously being an everywhere, there was also an everywhen happening all at the same time?"

"Yeees." Hashirama slowly said, as he remembered the odd guy with the messy gray hair, piercing green eyes, and rather odd scar on his forehead.

"Well then, we can simply have the Uzumaki pull a group of people at random from a world where Konoha's already been around for a long time." Tobirama said eagerly.

"That doesn't sound like too bad an idea. I'll go ask Mito-chan if she thinks she could do it in time for the festival." Hashirama replied as he turned to do just that.

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"What's this surprise you've got in store for us?" Madara asked on the day of the festival. He didn't like surprises, especially when there were Senju involved.

"You'll see." Tobirama said mysteriously.

That evening, as people settled out on a wide lawn snacking and waiting in anticipation to see what their leaders and the Uzumaki woman had in store for them, Hashirama and Madara stepped forward to address the crowd.

"And now for our main event," Hashirama said. "We will be bringing guests of honor from a world where Konoha has been in existence for more than fifty years!"

Madara tried not to look too startled at this while Hashirama's liaison from the Uzumaki clan activated the seal she had been preparing for the last few weeks.

There was a collective awww from the crowd when the "Guests of Honor" appeared. Madara turned to look behind him to see that thirteen people had arrived, and that twelve of them were between the ages of two and three with the thirteenth being no older than thirteen. Based on the surprised look that Hashirama was quickly hiding, this had not been what the man had expected.

"As you can see," Madara said, being a good ninja, and therefore able to rapidly adapt to a rapidly changing situation with aplomb as if it had been planned all along. "They are young at this point, much as our village is young."

"What's your name little fella?" Madara asked in a rather paternal tone of voice as he picked up a rather adorable looking blond child with rather cute whisker marks on its cheeks that was sure to garner a positive reaction from the crowd and help place him ahead in the running when it was time to select a Hokage during the election in June.

The child's eyes turned red, and its pupils became slit rather than round. The whisker marks on the child's cheeks grew thicker and more feral looking somehow. The child's already sharp teeth turned into fangs, and the boy grew claws.

"Madara!" the child howled in animalistic fury, in a tone of voice that promised pain and suffering as it clawed at his hands. "As soon as I am freed of this vessel, I shall have my vengeance! You and the rest of your miserable clan will suffer as I crush you under my claws for your unforgivable arrogance!"

The entire crowd stared at him in stunned shock as the children who had been brought to their world cowered behind the scarred boy who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old who was the oldest in the group whom Uzumaki Mito had fetched.

"Exactly what did you piss off?" Hashirama asked, summing up the thoughts of the crowd as Madara dropped the demonic child which promptly bit his leg, sinking its fangs deep into his calf.

"Not a clue." he replied.

"Well then, moving on." Hashirama said, choosing to ignore the fact that the village's co-founder was being mauled by a toddler that was doing its level best to murder him.

"What's your name little fella?" Hashirama asked one of the children who were cowering behind the pre-teen, taking great care not to pick it up in case it turned out to be another demon in disguise.

"Lee!" the child who looked to be about three chirped. "An' I went pee!"

"Yes you did." Hashirama deadpanned, choosing to ignore the wet stains going down the legs of the boy's trousers and the puddle beneath his feet which was rapidly soaking into the earth.

"And who might you be?" Hashirama asked the boy who looked to be about twelve or thirteen who was wearing a Konoha hitai-ate, hoping he'd have better luck with him despite the fact that he was shaking in terror and staring at the diminutive blond who was still savaging Madara in horror.

Rather than reply, the boy fainted when the blond demon child clawed at a very sensitive area of Madara's anatomy. Fortunately for Madara's prospects of reproducing in the future, the man had made a habit of wearing protection in case someone tried to get a cheap shot in when he least expected it.