prompt from generalzargon on tumblr - "Hashirama and Sakura, a fist fight".

Pairings: None

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Hashirama was beginning to think that maybe challenging someone with enhanced strength to a fist fight wasn't such a great idea. He had just wanted to try it, out of curiosity and a sense of boredom that peace brought to shinobi like him that were more used to endless war than not.

Maybe Madara had been on to something when he talked about the hypocrisy of men.

But that was beside the point. The point was, Hashirama had asked Tsunade for a quick brawl and when she turned him away he had gone looking for the only other person with enhanced strength: her student, Haruno Sakura. It wasn't like that was too weird. She was his granddaughter's student; that practically made them family. Sort of. In a distant sense. Ideological family, maybe.

In the end Sakura said yes and that was how Hashirama found himself being chased across three different training fields because apparently one wasn't big enough for a simple fist fight.

He nimbly leapt away as the ground beneath his feet continued to crumble away into the gaping chasm formed by Sakura's punch. Just as he landed Sakura was already racing towards him with her fist pulled back for another devastating blow. He jumped backward again, making sure to put even more distance between them this time. Sakura whirled on him with a half snarl on her face.

"For someone who wanted a fight, you're sure running away a lot." She adjusted her gloves and cracked her fingers meaningfully.

"I think you might be trying to kill me," Hashirama called back. "Is there any way for you to not use-"

He hastily summoned a Rashoumon Gate to hide behind as Sakura abruptly appeared in the air above him with her leg raised. He barely had time to clear the area before she cleaved the gate in two with her foot.

She grinned, her face alight with the rush of a fight. "C'mon! Don't tell me the God of Shinobi is afraid of me? Or have you just gotten too old?"

Hashirama shook himself as the dust settled around them and pursed his mouth slightly. There was no way he could let that stand. He brought his chakra to bear, the ground cracking beneath his feet from the pressure.

If she wanted a knock-down, drag out fight, she'd get one.