*** You never know what happens until it has already happened. ***
Prologue
Senju.
Uchiha.
Uzumaki.
Three clans in the Shinobi World that have a distinct yet just as well uncanny connection with each other. Destinies entwined with each other – one will rise, the second will fall, and the last will be the one who will be caught in the middle of the thread of lives.
"Minna, I am Senju Hashirama..." A bouncing dark-haired boy went to another similar-haired boy who was punching a tree with his right fist brutally.
"Hn." The boy did not pay attention to Hashirama and continued striking the rough trunk.
"Oi, teme! [1] Sore o shinaide kudasai!" Hashirama pulled the boy's fist off the trunk and had to sidestep as he avoided the attack about to be thrown at his side. "[2] Anata wa, furui ki o kison shite iru!"
"Tch. I am training. [3] Watashi o kinishinaide kudasai, baka." The boy glared at him with his dark orbs slightly tinted with flecks of red. "I am Uchiha Madara."
His expression was so dark – that anyone could be six feet under the ground already, if looks could kill - but Hashirama was unfazed by this and grasped Madara's hand to lead him to another part of the clearing that was bare save for towering rocks and a waterfall. "C'mon, Madara, I'll show you a place better for training! [4] Koko ni aru!" He stretched out his hands and the ground under their feet shook. Hashirama sent a reassuring grin to the glaring Uchiha and presented their new training ground – a boxed arena complete with all the ninja target dummies.
They spent the day sparring and training against each other though Madara was jealous at Hashirama for having a good hand with Wood. As he went burning every target with his fire techniques, Hashirama kept making wood sprout out of the ground, to his resentment.
While resting before they go home, Hashirama took Madara's hands and said, "[5] Tomodachi ni narou!"
"Iie." Madara glared at him and twitched his brow when Hashirama pouted.
"Aww, Madara. [6] Nazedeshou ka? We did good partners in the training ground, didn't we?"
"Why should we be friends when we could be enemies next on the battlefield? [7] Sore wa muyōdesu." Madara grunted and laughted mirthlessly.
"No! A friend is someone who will know and stand by his friend, no matter what happens! The person who will help him get up when he falls and revive his fervor for life – [8] Yūjō, heiwanotameni,de wanai bōryoku no tame ni aru," Hashirama said adamantly, putting his hands on his hips imperiously.
"What a great philosophy you have there, Hashirama." Madara snorted, shaking his head ruefully.
Unmindful of his friend's expression, Hashirama declared, "[9] 'Hi no ishi!"
"Hn. So you say..." [10] Sore ga watashitachi no shinobu seikatsu ni umaku iku ka dō ka o kakunin. Madara gave another snort and smirked until he saw a startlingly pretty girl walk towards him and Hashirama.
Her crimson hair, flaring as the sun, as they tied in buns at the side of her pale heart-shaped face. She introduced herself as Uzumaki Mito, one of the children who escaped from the incident that left their original village, Ushiokagakure in ruins.
Hashirama beamed at the two of his companions and said that they will be the perfect friends who will found the greatest village in the Sninobi World – Konoha, the Village Hidden in the Leaves.
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[1] Do not do that!
[2] You are disgracing an old tree!
[3] Don't bother me, idiot.
[4] Here it is!
[5] Let's be friends!
[6] Why not?
[7] It is useless.
[8] Friendship is for peace, not violence.
[9] 'The Will of Fire'
[10] Let's just see if that will go well with our shinobi life
DISCLAIMER:
Naruto and all its characters are the property of Masashi Kishimoto.
The authors simply own their imagination at recreating the scenes, and their original characters that are on par with the main Naruto characters in the story.
*Uzumaki Naruto wa saikōdesu!
(Uzumaki Naruto is the best!)