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Iruka sits behind his desk, folding his hands in front of him.
"So, as you know, your daughter has finished her first month of kindergarten, and," Iruka takes a moment, keeps his voice calm and measured, "there are some things we need to discuss."
"What is it?" Hashi says. She is sitting in the chair provided in front of Iruka's desk, but Madara has opted to keep standing, his arms crossed and a pinched look on his face. Iruka's eyes dart quickly toward him before turning back to Hashirama.
"Well," Iruka says. "Your daughter is...very advanced."
"Splendid. What is the problem?" Madara says.
"Ah, Madara-san, perhaps...perhaps if you just sit down...?"
Madara's eyes narrow. "I prefer to stand."
"Okay." Iruka rubs his neck nervously. "Well. The young lady is, ah. Is rather intimidating for a five-year-old her age..."
"Intimidating, how?" Hashi says. Iruka takes a breath.
"Well...she used her Sharingan against the faculty a number of times; she used her Rinnegan against a group of upper level students who were learning bunshin jutsus, and apparently she has beat up two genin who were preparing to take their chuunin exams."
"Splendid!" Madara says, while Hashi starts, "What?" Iruka clears his throat.
"As I said, your little girl is very advanced," Iruka says.
"Excellent. So we pull her out of this class and let her take the chuunin exams. I agree with this assessment," Madara says.
"Now hold on, she is still only five years old, mentally and emotionally, she's a kindergartner, so-"
"It is my understanding you people had children as young as four years old fight in the Third Shinobi War, unless I am mistaken," Madara says.
Iruka hesitates, "Well, Uchiha Itachi, like your daughter, was a special case, so-"
"So what is the problem?"
"Anata." Hashi turns around in her chair. "Just come sit down."
Madara glowers. He pulls out the chair and sits heavily, glaring at Iruka. If looks could kill - and on a normal day, Madara's can and does - Iruka would be completely annihilated right now. But because his wife is urging restraint, Madara keeps himself in check. He sits back in the chair and crosses his arms.
"So we have a choice," Iruka says. "We can either pull her out of the classroom now and assign her to a genin team, or we keep her where she is, so she can continue to develop socially."
"Pull her out," Madara says, while Hashi says, "Keep her where she is." They glance at each other. Iruka laughs nervously.
"Well, you two take some time to talk about it. No one needs to come to a decision, now."
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"I'm just worried," Hashi says. It's nighttime now, and they're walking down the street, heading back to the house. "The whole point of starting the village was to protect our children from unnecessary harm. Genin go out on real missions, there won't be anyone to protect her if she's in danger."
"She won't be in danger, genin do not do anything," Madara says. "The most she'll do is rescue pets or help frail civilians cross the street. She won't even leave the village."
"Aren't most genin around twelve years old, though? She's five. Those kids are going through puberty. What if they exclude her?"
"Then they will learn to fear and respect her."
"I don't think that's a good plan," Hashi says. They get to the house and open the door.
"Nii-san!"
Madara starts, "Izuna?!"
Their daughter is laughing, pinning Izuna to the wall with her ocular powers, her little brothers giggling by her feet. She looks up and sees them. Her face brightens.
"Mommy! Daddy!" She jumps up and runs toward them. Izuna drops to the ground.
Madara leans toward Hashi. "Hashirama, are you still concerned about those kids going through puberty?" Hashi shakes her head.
"I guess not."