Their friendship always fascinated me. It was more than camaraderie, a blend of love, hate and everything in-between that entwined them together. A bond, forged by hurt, pain and something deeper… I envied it.
-Control-
It took Mito six months until she could leave Uzushio once more. She had to come up with some of the most ridiculous excuses to do it, and luckily Hashirama was eager to indulge her. Between her pleas and Hashirama's outstanding performance, Ashina gave in and presented her with a new mission on the battlefront. Yet, as it usually was with the Uzushio leader, her freedom came at a price.
Mito's mission to aid the Hyuuga clan, a newly gained and prestigious ally, with a sealing-related conundrum, was only a small part of a bigger game. Ashina had grown tired of waiting, and Uzushio was getting hungrier by the month. Peace had to be attained, stability had to come to the continent, and Konoha had to be formed. Ashina sent his son, Kou, with an entire platoon behind them, to speed the process.
Her shoulders almost bowed at the pressure. The war had to resolve by the end of the year.
The camp was dead silent upon their arrival, the Senju and Uchiha soldiers oddly silent, while the rest of their troops did their best to find something to do. A sudden burst of chakra, followed by a deafening boom, made the entire camp twitch, yet none moved to take cover.
"By the Kamis, what is happening?" asked Mito, addressing a Senju captain she had met during her last visit.
"Ah, Lady Mito… do not concern yourself with it. Madara-dono and Hashirama-dono are just having a… difference of opinion."
"By leveling the countryside?"
The captain smiled uncomfortably. "Aye, this is nothing. Actually, they're quite controlled. Probably just a minor spat."