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Anyone who is leader of a shinobi clan is one who is considered to be the fiercest and the strongest, a ruthless warrior who can dispense with anyone who challenges him.

That Senju Hashirama, the strongest and fiercest of all shinobi, who possesses untold amounts of chakra, wields the Mokuton, and is unmatched in her abilities, is felled by something as insipid as morning sickness, surprises Madara.

"I can't eat anything!" Hashi cries, and she pukes her guts out on the veranda.

Madara holds her hair back, grimacing as Hashi throws up the contents of last night's dinner, which for her was plain noodles and a few sips of broth.

("This is your fault, Sister," Tobirama says, glaring as his as-of-yet unmarried sister manfully tries not to puke in the middle of a meeting. "This is what you get for letting Uchiha Madara seduce you.")

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She lies sideways on the bed. Every now and then, she'll grope blindly for a basin before throwing up and moaning. In the periphery of her vision, she sees Madara sitting on his knees beside her.

"Ugh." Hashi's eyes crack open as she feels Madara's fingertips brush gently across her forehead. "I think I'm gonna puke again."

He hands her the basin. She throws up piteously, then drags her body out of the futon and onto the tatami mat, dropping her head miserably on Madara's lap.

"Hmph." Madara strokes her forehead. "If I had known this is what it takes to fell the great Senju Hashirama, I would have worked to impregnate you sooner."