Hashirama couldn't help but feel giddy as he gazed out at his village. It had changed much in the time since he had been gone. It was much larger and filled with more life. It made his heart swell to see his legacy thriving long after his passing. To be able to see all his hard work and sacrifice had paid off and continued generations later.

It was still a foreign sensation to him, to be reanimated. To him it seemed as though only moments had passed. However when he had awoken it was to find a much aged Sarutobi, who was also a reanimation, and learn that not only was his granddaughter, Tsunade the Fifth Hokage, but now also in her fifties. Time really did not stand still for anyone.

Still, he couldn't help but feel his excitement for another reason. He was setting out to see his old friend and first love who had also been reanimated. From the sound of it she had been causing a lot of trouble. Thought she would not had been Madara if she did not have that effect on people. Hashirama had been the only shinobi strong enough to face her, and apparently still was.

It had been a long time since his last encounter with her. She was self-destructive, and while he had killed her it was ultimately her own fault.

Even so, as Hashirama gazed out at his village he couldn't stop himself from thinking about his previous conversation with the young Uchiha, Sasuke. About the mess that had been created between the Uchiha and the village. He had done what the young man had asked and told him the story between himself and Madara. However, he had neglected to leave out a few things that were personal. Looking around at the surrounding forest, he couldn't help but think that it was around here that he first caught sight of the Uchida.

As a child, Hashirama used to love to explore the forest. He loved to explore the vegetation growing in the area. Times were tough during his era. His clan was constantly at war, and children from young ages were taught to fight and defend themselves for the battle they would one day participate in. For the honor of their clan.

Not long had pasted since his mother had died giving birth to his youngest brother, Itama, that Hashirama went off to explore by himself. His younger brother Tobirama was still too young to be wondering the woods, so Hashirama would go by himself. His older brothers were busy with training which left no one to really miss him.

He wasn't supposed to go far, but he was feeling rebellious without his mother to look over his shoulder. He was still very young, so while the pain of losing her still hurt him he need a distraction from the wars, and constant reminders of who were no longer there when he would return to camp.

As he picked up a branch his ears perked up at a sound. It sounded like someone's voice, the voice of a young child. He slowly edged nearer until he came close enough to realize that someone was singing a song. Soon enough Hashirama saw through the trees a young girl sitting on the ground picking herbs. Her voice has haunting, and he found himself struck to the spot of where he was standing unable to move.

The girl's song was sad but beautiful none the less. Hashirama felt his heart swell as he listened to her sing. It reminded him of when his mother used to sing to him not long ago. She was the only one who used to sing to him, and the girl's song filled him with a bittersweet feeling.

Suddenly she lifted her head up and glared around at her surroundings, almost as though she could feel Hashirama there watching her. Hashirama hid behind a tree as he was suddenly afraid of her finding him there. She looked to be around his age with black messy hair tied back, dark eyes, and pale skin wearing a simple dark kimono.

Not seeing anyone she stood up with her basket and began to walk back to wherever it was that she had come from.

Hashirama did not want her to leave. He wanted to keep listening to her singing that sad song of hers. Still, he could not find it in himself to call out to her or stop her and eventually returned to his camp with the wood he had collected.

Hashirama often thought about her, and the song she had sung. About who she was and where she came from. Was she from a clan like his? Were they allies, enemies? He went back to the spot where he first saw her when given the opportunity, but she was never there. When he was alone he used to try to hum the lyrics to her song, but it was difficult and eventually he forgot it.

As time wore on and he was consumed with training, he thought about her less and less until she seemed a forgotten dream. It would be a few years until they crossed more permanent roads.