Chapter 1: The birth of the Crimson Uzumaki-Senju
Hiraishin Chronicles: The Return of the Legend
letter/Thinking
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the intellectual property known as "Naruto." Masashi Kishimoto is legally the owner of these rights. The following story was inspired by Karoline Uzumaki's "The Return." If you want to see the original content, please go to KarolineUzumaki's page.
With that out of the way, it is time to unleash the brushstrokes of words and paint the vivid canvas of the story.
Amidst the dense forests surrounding the hidden village of Soraikaze no Kuni, a scene of serenity unfolded, but it was broken by giggling and snickering. Two figures lay intertwined on a bed of moss and crumpled leaves, bathed in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the dense vegetation. The woman, whose beauty was a wonder of the world, drew circles on her lover's abs while gently resting her head on his chest.
She had light-colored eyes that held wisdom beyond her years and an oval face that was framed by a cascade of dark hair that was intricately tied in a top knot. The left side of her face was partially hidden by a long bang that was gracefully draped over it, which added to the air of mystery around her.
She wore black Shinobi pants with armor plates on the sides to indicate her readiness for battle, along with dark gray armor with each plate polished to a gleam. Her lips were painted in a dark shade of lipstick, which stood out sharply against the vibrant, lush greens of the forest.
Who was this mysterious woman? She is none other than Tōka Senju, the half-sister of Hashirama and Tobirama Senju, born from a different mother but sharing the same Senju bloodline.
Unlike her half-brothers, she excelled in Genjutsu. Her unmatched mastery of this art made her a living legend, known for creating illusions so lifelike that even seasoned Uchiha with their Sharingan were deceived. Her illusions were astonishingly vivid, fooling even the keenest observers and mimicking reality in every conceivable way, surpassing mere mental tricks and delving into the extraordinary.
Tōka broke the hushed silence by turning her gaze to the man below her, their faces bathed in the soft, golden light highlighting the fresh hickeys on both of their necks. Her knowledge-filled, light gray eyes scrutinized the man below, locking onto his amethyst-red gaze and then surveying his handsome triangle face, framed by long crimson hair secured in a loose ponytail, adorned with a black whirlpool headband.
With a small, curious smile, she broached the uncharted topic, her voice gentle.
"Eventually, we'll have to explain 'us' to our families," she whispered, her words lingering like a breeze.
He sighed quietly. "But what are we, exactly?" His questioning amethyst-red eyes met his dark-haired beauty.
Tōka closed her eyes, humming softly and pondering the lingering question, encouraged by the rustling leaves and distant birds.
"Asahi-kun," she began softly, "it's been 3.6 years since we first crossed paths." She happily recalled, reminiscing about their fateful first meeting. Accidentally bumping into the Nidaime Uzukage's son while delivering a message from her brother led to a prideful standoff between them, resulting in a friendly spar. She nearly lost but won with her battle instincts, begrudgingly acknowledging his swordsmanship skills. Nevertheless, that first encounter laid the groundwork for everything that came after.
Asahi nodded, his eyes fixed on her, waiting for her to continue.
Tōka inhaled deeply, recalling the countless missions they had completed together, the battles they had fought side by side, and the moments of laughter and closeness they had shared. "From joint missions between our villages to that one inebriated evening after completing a mission, we have been through many challenges together."
A faint smile tugged at the corners of Asahi's lips as he recalled that particular evening. It had been a celebration of their success, and too many glasses of sake had led to a candid eruption of feelings they had both tried to keep hidden.
Tōka met Asahi's gaze, her voice softening. "Asahi, I've been thinking. Though we recently became exclusive, I wonder if our connection is more than just circumstance."
Asahi's eyes, which were usually warm and affectionate, had taken on a pained expression. "Tō-chan," he began, voice wavering, "I'm sorry, truly." He took a deep breath and avoided her stare. "I am not prepared for that level of commitment."
Tōka felt a pang of disappointment but composed herself quickly. "I had hoped for more, but I understand," she replied calmly, masking her hurt.
Asahi continued, "I do love you in my own way, but I can't take the next step."
Tōka nodded, her face stoic. "I understand," she said, maintaining her composure. "Thank you for being honest."
In remorse, Asahi closed the gap with a tender, apologetic kiss—a silent apology that spoke volumes—as they continued their previous activity while giggling and moaning echoed throughout the forest.
Hashirama sat on his Hokage throne, locked in a comedic battle with never-ending paperwork, wishing it would spontaneously combust.
A sharp knock interrupted his duel. "You may enter!" he exclaimed dramatically.
The door swung open, revealing his trusty secretary, Tanaka. She bowed respectfully, saying, "Hokage-sama, your sister is back from her mission."
Tanaka received a gracious smile from him as he reclined in his chair. "Thank you for informing me, Tanaka," he said cheerfully.
Tanaka simply nodded and ushered in Tōka, closing the door behind her.
When Hashirama looked at Tōka, he noticed that her hair was uncharacteristically undone, flowing freely rather than tied up in her usual top knot. Her lips were a bit swollen, and her clothes looked slightly disheveled. It did not take a genius to deduce what had most likely occurred while she was on her mission.
The Senju brothers, ever protective of their younger half-sister, refrained from prying into her business, knowing she disliked it. He resisted the urge to question her appearance.
Instead, he rose from his desk with a warm smile. "Tō-chan," he greeted her affectionately. "I'm glad you're back safely. How was your mission?" Hashirama chose to prioritize her well-being and the mission's success over his unasked questions about her appearance.
Tōka nodded to her elder brother and proceeded to brief him on the mission.
Humming softly Hashirama thanked her and dismissed her as Tōka walked out of the office with a noticeable limp.
"I'll have a chat with Tobirama about who our sister's seeing and if he's worthy of her," he grumbly thought, adding a protective touch.
~ Four months later ~
"What are you going to do, Nii-san, about Madara Uchiha?" Tobirama's frustration boiled over as he slammed both his hands on the desk, his voice ringing with concern. "He's distancing himself from the village and his own clan, becoming a dangerous potential enemy in the future. He very well could betray the very village you both founded!"
Hashirama, the first Hokage, remained contemplative, his eyes closing in thought. Madara's recent detachment from clan and village weighed heavily on his mind. He understood his younger brother's valid concerns but hoped that his lifelong friend and rival wouldn't resort to drastic measures.
After a pause, Hashirama opened his deep green eyes and replied, "I'll talk to him when I see him, brother." His tone indicated the conversation's end.
Tobirama nodded resolutely, trusting in his brother's resolve to address the situation with Madara.
After tracking Madara's chakra signature, Hashirama found him within the Naka shrine, the secretive Uchiha meeting place.
"This stone tablet has been passed down within the Uchiha for generations; it has never been shown to an outsider before." Madara's gaze was fixed on an ancient stone tablet, its inscriptions shrouded in Uchiha mystery. "It's special text requires visual prowess to decipher; as far as I'm able to decode so far, it says one God seeking stability to split into light and shadow; it is these opposites operating together that gives rise to all things; it is a universal truth that applies to everything."
Hashirama listened, wearing the Hokage uniform, the fire symbol on his hat.
Madara continued, "In short, it states that true happiness can be found when two contrary powers cooperate together; however, it could be interpreted differently."
The room fell into a heavy silence; only the crackling of the fire in the shrine could be heard. Tension filled the air as it was broken by Madara's challenging words. "Hashirama, do you truly believe I know nothing?"
During this time, the Hokage remained silent, his gaze fixed on Madara, and carefully listened to his best friend and rival.
"Please just leave Tobirama to me; I can't do this without you being the Hokage's right hand, and keep working with me as a brother," Hashirama implored, his voice laden with emotion.
He lowered his gaze to the ground momentarily before continuing, "The people will eventually recognize your merits. I will name you second Hokage."
Madara responded immediately "I suspect Tobirama will be the second Hokage; if so, the Uchiha will slowly be expunged; thus, I've spoken to the Uchiha's, reaching out to the others about leaving the village too, but it seems no one's willing to come with me."
"Madara," Hashirama began, but his words were cut short.
"I could not protect my brothers, and it seems I won't be able to keep my oath to protect my clan; I'm not even trusted by the brethren I want to protect."
"No, that's not true! Everyone will trust-" Hashirama tried to reassure him.
"Perhaps I should have only given you the option of killing your brother that day." Madara interrupted with a grim statement.
Hashirama was baffled by the ominous remark.
"You call me your brother, but which of us would you sacrifice for the sake of the village? I'd like to think that I know you pretty well. I've had enough. I'm leaving the village. I found a different path, a different way. I can see it only because we have bared our insides to each other. Corporation is merely a quieter form of conflict." Madara explained as he slowly walked away.
"That's not true; I won't let it be!" Hashirama desperately tried to convince Madara.
"It's what you make of reality, Hashirama. Let's not argue trivialities; it's much sounder just to see this world as entertainment."
"Have you been listening to me at all, Madara!"
"You're the only one who is a match for me. I look forward to the battles we shall fight," Madara said as he turned his head to the side to look at his rival with his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan glowing ominously.
"Until I achieve my true dreams," Madara finished, his voice resolute.
Confusion clouded Hashirama's face at the cryptic remark. "And what is your true dream? I thought everything we aimed for was right here in this village."
Madara's determined eyes, adorned with the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan, held a deeper vision. "You simply cannot see what's even farther ahead. Dreams of the far future, Hashirama I have visions that extend beyond this village, beyond our current ambitions."
The first fire shadow concern deepened. "If they're linked to the village's dreams, then I need to have your strength as a leader, a senior member, and also as a friend too," he said earnestly, emphasizing the importance of their bond.
Madara, however, only responded with a cold chuckle, the shadows from the nearby flames dancing across his face. "There is no link, and you will never reach it. It is useless to chase after me. You, of all people, should know that no one's capable of catching me from behind."
With those cryptic words, Madara left, leaving Hashirama to contemplate the growing rift between them.
~ seven months later ~
A month had passed since Madara's departure from the village he had helped create. He had attempted to rally his clansmen to his cause once more, but after years of unrelenting warfare, many were tired of fighting and content with the current peace. As a result, they all rejected Madara's plea to leave the village.
"Oh, she is adorable, Hashirama. Kaito did a good job bringing in a beautiful girl as our granddaughter into the world," a melodious voice said beside him. Hashirama looked down at the tiny infant on his lap, unable to contain his silly grin. She giggled gleefully while tugging on his hair, prompting the women around him to burst into laughter.
The infant was dressed in a fine fabric with delicate embroidery displaying the royal Senju insignia—a testament to her status as the princess of the leaf village—and had fair skin, a tuft of caramel-blonde hair, and sparkling hazel-brown eyes.
She was dressed in a fine gown with delicate embroidery that displayed the royal Senju insignia, which served as a symbol of her status as the princess of the prestigious clan.
"I have to agree with you, Mito-chan," Hashirama said, his gaze drawn to his captivating Ruby-haired wife. Mito had strikingly long, red hair that framed her big, black eyes. She was dressed in an elaborate kimono with an obi around her waist bearing the Uzushiogakure emblem. Her hair was elegantly styled in front buns that were adorned with clips and hairpins. Her lips were painted a deep red lipstick, and a rhombus-shaped mark on her forehead resembled the strength of a hundred seal. Mito looked even more regal thanks to the kanji-written tags in her hair decals.
Mito, filled with the desire to entertain their granddaughter, gently took baby Tsunade from her husband's arms. Their peaceful family time, however, was abruptly interrupted by the unexpected arrival of an Anbu wearing an orange mask resembling a lemur's face.
The masked lemur Anbu swiftly dropped to one knee, offering a slight bow, and spoke in a monotone voice, "I humbly apologize for the interruption, Hokage-sama, but I have recently received a scroll from one of our vigilant informants situated in close proximity to the Land of Rice Paddies. The report conveys the ominous approach of an extremely powerful force directed towards Konoha. This formidable presence, Hokage-sama, is none other than the Kyūbi,..."
He took a solemn pause here, fully aware of the gravity of his next words. "And it has come to our attention that Madara Uchiha is the entity controlling it."
As the name of the last and mightiest Bijū was mentioned, a palpable chill descended upon the room, making it difficult to draw breath. The sheer dread of the approaching threat weighed heavily on their hearts.
"What are we going to do about it?" Mito asked, her resolve unwavering as she prepared to fiercely defend her newfound home.
"You, my dear, will remain here to protect the village," Hashirama declared authoritatively, leaving no room for debate. He sensed his wife's impending protest and gave her a stern look, effectively silencing any protests.
Mito Uzumaki sighed, her tone resigned, and said, "Very well then."
"Good," Hashirama addressed his Anbu, his gaze unwavering. "Ensure that all available Shinobi are placed on high alert, but carry it out discreetly to avoid widespread panic. I don't want to incite unnecessary fear." With his directives given, he vanished from the room to prepare for the impending battle that was to come.
"Hai, Lord Hokage!" The Anbu responded promptly, prepared to carry out the orders of their Hokage.
Hashirama arrived at his equipment room with the burden of the upcoming conflict weighing heavily on him. He quickly gathered the supplies and large scrolls he would require, but just before he was about to leave, he felt a light tug at the bottom of his shirt.
"Tou-chan, will you play ninja with me?" asked Yūto, his young son looking up at him with hopeful eyes.
Hashirama crouched to Yūto level, his heart breaking as he gazed at the innocent face before him. "I am afraid I cannot right now, but I will play with you when I get home, okay?"
Yūto's face lit up with a smile. "Okay!" He tried to run off but was held back by his father's strong grip.
"Yūto, you know when I'm away, you're the man of the house. You gotta take care of your mom, okay? As he pulled his other son into a tight hug, Hashirama said to him in a voice that was equal parts loving and worried, "You have to be strong.
"Okay, Tou-chan! You can count on me," Yūto replied, his voice quivering with determination.
Hashirama nodded, tears of pride welling up in his eyes for his son. His focus soon turned to Toka, his half-sister, who was standing nearby, slightly rubbing her stomach with one hand. He could tell she was worried because he could see it in her eyes. Whatever he was about to face was going to be terrible.
"Where are you going, Hashi?" Tōka asked, her voice trembling.
Hashirama answered solemnly, "To defend against the greatest threat our village has yet encountered." He had no regrets about spending what might be his final moments with his family, so he saw no reason to lie to her.
"The Kyūbi," Tōka whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.
Tōka Senju began to sob, unable to contain her fear and concern for her older brother. She solemnly nodded her head because she understood that trying to persuade Hashirama not to go and fight the tailed beast was pointless.
"Hashirama, return to us. No matter what it takes, return to your family; this is your sister's command, and you must obey it, okay?" Tōka pleaded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Hai!" Hashirama responded, his voice firm.
"Good... Come back safely," Tōka said quietly, leaning down to kiss him on top of his hair before he walked away as he was walking.
She thought with a tremor in her voice, "Because I want my child to know his uncle."
Hashirama came to a sudden halt in his red senju armor; an eerie malice and overwhelming hatred seemed to saturate the very air around him. The atmosphere became oppressively heavy, but he pressed on, determined to confront the source of these sinister feelings.
The ominous presence loomed just beyond the horizon as he approached. The bright sun was gradually obscured by a vast expanse of orange fur belonging to a behemoth beast that dwarfed even the Hokage mountain itself. Its Sharingan bloodshot eyes seethed with madness, locking onto Hashirama's form. It was the Kyūbi no Yokō, the Nine-Tails, a legendary creature of unimaginable power. Perched atop the creature's head was his rival, his childhood best friend, Madara, with his own armor.
Hashirama could not help but be astounded by the fox's incredible chakra output, which was like an infinite well of untapped power. His gaze remained fixated on the monstrous Bijū, momentarily forgetting Madara's presence beside him.
Hashirama's expression bore a mixture of hope and sorrow as he faced his childhood friend and rival, Madara, who was atop the colossal Kyūbi no Yokō. He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to reach Madara's heart.
"Madara," Hashirama began, his voice laced with earnestness, "we don't have to continue down this path of destruction. We can find another way, a path that doesn't involve causing more pain and suffering." His eyes, filled with genuine concern, met Madara's unwavering gaze.
Madara maintained his firm stance and unyielding tone. "You have always been too idealistic, Hashirama. Our current reality is unforgiving and harsh. Sacrifices are inevitable. Power is the only way to protect what matters most." He gripped the Kybi's fur with his left hand while tightening his right hand on his Gunbai to demonstrate his resolve.
Hashirama scowled angrily. "But at what cost, Madara? We were once friends, even brothers. Is power worth sacrificing everything we stood for?"
Madara's cold, determined eyes bore into Hashirama's soul. "You can choose your own path, Hashirama, but I have already chosen mine. I will achieve my dreams, no matter what it takes, even if it means standing against you and the village we made." His voice was firm.
Hashirama's heart ached from the burden of their decisions and the growing distance between them. "I don't want to fight you, Madara," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "However, if necessary, I will do whatever it takes to return you to the path of peace and understanding."
The two rivals, who had once been friends, stood locked in an idealistic conflict, each refusing to give way to the other's outlook on the future, and the tension in the air remained palpable.
With a single command, the mightiest of the bejiū roared towards the heavens, its nine tails stretching upward to obscure the full moon as it descended menacingly upon Hashirama.
Reacting swiftly, the first Hokage leaped away from the impending danger just in time. The enormous tails crashed into the area where he had been standing only moments earlier, sending earth and debris flying into the air.
Hashirama landed deftly on a sturdy tree branch. His senses sharpened as he noticed red, demonic eyes peering through the billowing dust and rubble. He reached for the large scroll strapped to his back as soon as he realized he had to take action. He quickly unfolded the scroll and slammed his hand against it, causing a cloud of dense smoke to surround him.
As the smoke cleared, an arsenal of weapons was scattered across the battlefield, surrounding Hashirama. He wasted no time, knowing that he needed to act quickly to subdue the formidable beast before him.
Without hesitation, Kurama lunged forward with razor-sharp claws, but Hashirama narrowly evaded the ferocious attack. "I need to immobilize him first," he murmured as he assessed the situation.
Hashirama held out his hand, a determined expression on his face, and yelled, "Wood Style: Wood Dragon Jutsu!" An enormous dragon with a serpentine body made of gnarled wood and four strong legs materialized in an instant. The wooden behemoth lunged at an enraged Kurama, who tried to swat it away with his lethal claws. However, the wood dragon proved to be too agile, its sharp wooden teeth clamping onto Kurama's neck while its sinuous body coiled around the formidable beast, constricting his movements.
Madara, seeing this, jumps down to fight Hashirama, while Kurama is still restrained by the wooden dragon.
Hashirama Senju's voice echoed with desperation. "Please, Madara, put an end to this madness!" He reached out, the anguish in his eyes clear, as he attempted one last plea to reach his friend.
Madara Uchiha, crimson Sharingan eyes ablaze with determination, remained unmoved. "I have already made up my mind. No, but death will stop me," he said firmly. "Enough talk; let us begin our final dance, old friend."
With swift, fluid motions, Madara instantly shifted into a fighting stance, his imposing Gunbai (War Fan) in hand. It had a large sickle with a threatening black chain attached to it, ready to slice and block at any moment.
Refusing to yield, Hashirama reached down and drew a gleaming katana from the ground. His unwavering gaze locked onto Madara as he formed the Seal of Confrontation, causing Madara to raise a single quizzical eyebrow.
"Very well, Hashirama I'll humor you," Madara replied, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. He mirrored Hashirama's determination by performing the hand sign, a silent acknowledgment of the impending clash. They both sprinted in the same direction, their blades clashing together with a loud crash. As Madara expertly used his chain to divert the katana's deadly path away from him, sparks briefly lit up the dark battlefield.
Seizing the moment, Madara exploited the opportunity, executing a swift sweep of his foot beneath Hashirama's legs. Madara's powerful twist sent the Senju clan leader crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.
However, Hashirama's resilience knew no bounds. In an instant, he executed a flawless substitution maneuver just as Madara aimed to deliver a devastating heel drop. His form was instantaneously replaced by a wooden log as Madara's strike met only empty space, causing the ground to fracture and crack beneath the force of his attack.
As the two gods of Shinobi continued their taijutsu fight,
With blinding speed, Madara closed the distance between them in an instant. His movements were a blur as he closed in on Hashirama, aiming to strike. He attempted an elbow strike to Hashirama's side, but the Senju leader's reflexes were razor-sharp. He intercepted Madara's elbow strike with a quick block, his armored forearm absorbing the impact.
"YES! More! Show me more! My heart always trembles with excitement when I'm battling you!" Madara exclaimed in a deranged manner, his voice filled with a thrill that sent a shiver of excitement up and down his spine. Hashirama consistently delivered an exhilarating fight.
"Madara, why you!"
However, Madara was a master of misdirection. The intercepted elbow strike had been a ploy. As Hashirama focused on countering the attack, Madara seized the opportunity, swiftly retracting his arm and delivering a devastating punch right to Hashirama's jaw. The force of the blow sent Hashirama's head snapping backward.
Madara wasn't finished yet. Following up on the punch, he unleashed a powerful kick aimed at Hashirama's abdomen. The Senju clan head grunted, feeling the force of the kick but standing his ground.
As the battle between Hashirama and Madara raged on, the tension in the forest grew thicker. Their taijutsu clash was nothing short of spectacular, with pieces of their armor chirping off during the fight.
Madara took a step back, spinning his Sharingan, and let out a resounding battle cry, "Fire Style: Fiery Missile Barrage Jutsu!" In quick succession, large flames burst from his mouth, forming a relentless barrage of massive fireballs that sped toward Hashirama with deadly intent.
But Hashirama was not easily surprised. He stayed composed and concentrated. His chakra roared in response to the impending danger as he executed a one-handed ram seal with lightning-quick reflexes. He said with a commanding voice, "Wood Style: Wood Locking Wall Jutsu!"
The earth beneath Hashirama started to tremble and quake as a thick, complex web of roots emerged from the surface. These roots intertwined and weaved together as they grew incredibly quickly to form a huge wood wall. Just in time to stop the onslaught of fireballs, the formidable barrier suddenly rose in front of Hashirama.
The massive wooden wall was hit by the flaming projectiles, creating a loud explosion. In a spectacular display of power, fire and wood collided. The wall of wood stood resolute, unyielding against the searing heat of Madara's Fire Style jutsu.
Hashirama's katana sliced through the air, its blade shimmering like a silver serpent, while he expertly launched shuriken and kunai with precision.
Madara expertly blocked Hashirama's projectiles with the sickle and chain as he gracefully arced his Gunbai. Shuriken and Kunai were intercepted by the sickle as it whirled through the air. As the shuriken hit the sickle's edge, the sound of metal on metal filled the night, sending sparks flying in all directions.
"Madara, you have always been a difficult opponent," he said, his voice steady despite the ferocity of the battle.
Hashirama maintained his relentless attack, moving with fluidity and precision. In an effort to attack Madara's weak points, he swung his katana at a rate that was nearly impossible for the eye to follow. Each blow demonstrated his skill with the blade, but Madara's Gunbai delivered a powerful counterattack. He expertly used it to deflect and parry Hashirama's blows, demonstrating that his proficiency with the weapon was just as impressive.
Madara's response was a subtle smirk. "And you, Hashirama, never fail to impress with your skills. But you'll need more than that to defeat me," he countered, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.
The dance of weapons continued, and Hashirama's katana moved like lightning, seeking any vulnerability. "I will not stop until I have returned you to the path of reason, Madara!" he vowed, determination on his face.
With calculated accuracy, Madara deflected each projectile, demonstrating the near impenetrability of his Gunbai defense. "You cling to your ideals, Hashirama, but they are not my path," he replied, his crimson Sharingan gleaming in the moonlight.
With his Gunbai in hand, Madara Uchiha prepared to make his next move. He raised the enormous fan far above his head in a sudden, quick motion. Around him, Chakra whirled, forming a whirling vortex that drew the air around it into a mini-tornado.
A fierce wind that howled through the battlefield and whipped up debris in its path was produced by the tornado's rapid rotation. Madara's powerful red Sharingan eyes were fixed on his former friend and rival, Hashirama Senju.
With the tornado now under his control, Madara channeled his chakra into a quick fire jutsu. Flames erupted from his mouth once more, this time spreading like wildfire. He focused the fire jutsu on the tornado's center, igniting the swirling winds into a raging storm.
The ferocious tornado raced toward Hashirama, tearing up the ground as it approached him. The heat from the inferno was intense, and the roaring flames cast an unsettling, reddish glow over the battleground.
Never one to back down from a challenge, Hashirama stabbed his katana into the ground with determination in his eyes. He swiftly performed rapid hand-seals at record speed, and he then cried out, "Water Style: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!"
The water source nearby then gave birth to a huge water-based dragon, which emerged to confront the raging tornado.
The two elemental forces clashed with a thunderous explosion. As water tried to douse the flames, steam hissed and billowed into the night, and the tornado raged in response.
As he watched the spectacle take place, Madara's crimson eyes twinkled with a mixture of anticipation and excitement.
Fortunately, Hashirama's Jutsu triumphed, and as it extinguished the raging tornado, a strong gust of wind blew the water away.
With a wry smile, Madara finally broke the silence. "That was a good warmup, Hashirama, but let's get serious," he said, his voice low and determined.
Hashirama nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring the seriousness of the situation. "Agreed, Madara," he said, tightening his grip on his katana. "This is not over yet."
The wooden dragon, Jutsu, coiled around the Nine-Tails, attempting to bind the massive beast. It was a desperate effort to quell the impending catastrophe, but it appeared that the tides of battle were about to change.
The surrounding trees were shaken by the sudden eruption of a thunderous roar that reverberated throughout the forest. Hashirama's head cocked a little as he cast his eyes upon the terrifying scene. After being released from the wooden dragon's control, the Nine-Tails loomed menacingly over the battleground.
Madara, seizing the opportunity, swiftly leaped onto the beast's head. With an ominous glint in his eyes, he commanded, "Now, Nine-Tails, attack!"
Kurama opened his jaws wide, a massive amount of chakra swirling around his mouth, forming a devastating attack. An enormous chakra bomb suddenly erupted from his maw, hurtling toward Hashirama with incredible speed.
Hashirama reacted quickly after realizing the danger. He clapped his hands together and summoned his wood style with a loud cry. "Wood Style: Wood Golem Jutsu!" From the earth, a massive wooden hand with fingers pointing upward appeared. The body of the wooden golem quickly took shape around it, forming a titanic guardian.
The wooden golem's hand deftly caught the approaching bijū bomb, its colossal fingers wrapping around the deadly sphere. In an instant, the rest of the golem's body formed, and with a deafening impact, it slammed the chakra bomb into Kurama's massive body.
Madara's eyes widened in shock, realizing the catastrophic mistake. An enormous explosion of chakra and power erupted, engulfing the battlefield in a blinding blaze. The ground shook, trees were uprooted, and the very air seemed to tremble as a result of the explosion's fury.
An eerie hue of blue chakra hung in the air as the thick smoke started to dissipate, revealing a scorched and battered battlefield. It gave off an ominous glow that hinted at what was to come. In a matter of seconds, the serenity of the night was shattered.
A massive arc of blue chakra tore through the sky, cleaving the tops of nearby mountains in half and letting out an audible roar that resounded throughout the mountains. As the strong energy sliced through the rock and soil, leaving a path of devastation in its wake, the earth trembled and rumbled.
Hashirama, along with his slightly burned wooden golem, had jumped to safety just in time to avoid Madara's devastating jutsu. His eyes narrowed slightly as he peered through the haze at the ominous sight before him.
The strongest of the bijū, Kurama, was wrapped from head to toe in the manifestation of Madara's perfect Susano'o. The colossal figure of the legendary Uchiha warrior towered over the battlefield, dwarfing everything in its shadow. Its skeletal visage and skeletal appendages exuded an aura of absolute power and menace.
Hashirama's heart sank at the sight of the colossal entity, a formidable foe unlike any other.
Hashirama knew there was no turning back as his eyes burned with ferocious determination. The battle had reached a critical point, and he needed to use his most powerful technique to counter Madara's perfect Susano'o.
"You leave me no choice!" Hashirama yelled back at Madara, his words carrying the weight of their long-standing rivalry and resonating throughout the battlefield.
He slammed both of his hands together in a resounding clap, channeling the immense power within him. He invoked the ancient sage technique, which caused the earth beneath him to tremble. "Sage Art: Wood Style: True Thousand Hands!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with the power of his chakra.
As he spoke the incantation, Hashirama's appearance underwent a dramatic transformation. With yellow irises surrounded by black pigmentation that reached his ears, his eyes took on a profound, almost otherworldly quality. On his forehead, a second round mark appeared, this one with a dot in the center.
And then, as if the very earth itself were responding to his command, Hashirama began to expel a colossal amount of his chakra. Before his adversary's eyes, a monumental transformation was taking place. A titanic, many-handed wooden statue erupted from the ground, its form looming over the battlefield.
The sheer presence of the True Thousand Hands Wood Style technique was breathtaking, and it attested to Hashirama's unparalleled mastery of the wood style. The enormous power that each of the gigantic wooden hands possessed was ready to confront Madara's ultimate creation.
"Madara!"
"Hashirama!"
The fearsome former kunoichi of Uzushiogakure, Mito Uzumaki, had endured countless battles and faced countless difficulties. But this was a moment like no other. She focused, closed her eyes, and reached out to locate her husband, Hashirama Senju, using her renowned senses.
Mito had put on a set of armor resembling the Senju style after making sure Tsunade was soundly asleep and leaving her brother-in-law to look after their clan. She had, however, customized it with a touch of her Uzumaki heritage, giving it a regal shade of purple.
Mito extended her senses while standing in her armor, a representation of her fortitude and strength. Her eyes were closed in thought as her red hair flowed down her shoulders.
She could feel the intricate web of chakras that linked her to her husband with each passing moment. Their bond was strong, forged over years of love and shared experiences. It was a connection that went beyond simple sensing.
Mito's senses extended, searching the area where she believed Hashirama and Madara were engaged in combat.
Mito found their location on the battlefield very quickly. Her sensing abilities were unparalleled, and it was a matter of moments before she zeroed in on the critical spot. Her eyes grew wide with worry, and then she saw something that made her shiver.
She saw the tragic event unfold in front of her. Her husband, Hashirama Senju, had used a katana to impale Madara Uchiha, his childhood best friend. Hashirama's face clearly showed the pain and sorrow he was experiencing. It was the culmination of a long and bitter conflict—a move he had never wanted to make.
As he looked down at Madara, his friend turned foe, tears streamed down Hashirama's cheeks. Mito's heart ached for her husband, who was torn between his loyalty and his duty as the leader of their village. She yearned to walk over to him and offer comfort, to share in his pain, and to be his rock in this tumultuous moment.
However, before Mito could take a step forward, an enraged roar echoed throughout the valley. The roar sent tremors through the earth, a sound that could only belong to one entity - Kurama, the Nine-Tails, who was enraged that Madara tried to use him as a pet.
She realized she needed to act quickly to save her village and her husband, Hashirama Senju, as he struggled to contain the enormous beast with his Kekkei genkai.
Mito made her decision with resolve written all over her face. She was a member of the Uzumaki clan, which was distinguished by its mastery of powerful sealing techniques. Although she had seen this technique used before, it had never been used in such a dire situation.
Due to her mastery and proficiency in the sealing art, she needed no pen or brush to inscribe her seals.
In an instant, she extended her pointing finger, and with a swift and practiced hand, she drew intricate calligraphy seals in the air. The symbols appeared in front of her, gleaming with crimson chakra, a testament to her incredible talent.
"Uzumaki style: Life Drain Seal!" Mito yelled as her voice echoed across the battlefield. The moment her words echoed, the seals she had drawn came to life, glowing brightly. Chains—dozens of them—erupted from the seal at an alarming rate.
The chains wrapped around the massive body of the Nine-Tails with incredible speed. Kurama roared and struggled against the bonds, but the chains were unbreakable. As they tightened their hold, the energy of the beast started to be drained by Mito's Uzumaki-style seal.
With each passing moment, Kurama's chakra flowed into the seal, its once-ferocious roars growing weaker. Mito stood resolute, her will unwavering.
Hashirama, who was engaged in a fierce battle, was taken aback when he saw Mito appear on the battlefield. "Mito, what the hell are you doing here?!" he screamed, his voice a mix of shock and concern.
With a hint of humor in her voice, Mito could not help but laugh at her husband's shock. "Foolish husband, did you really believe I would not join you in battle?" With a wry smile, she said, "Did you forget our vows, dear?" With that, Mito, weaving through intricate hand seals, made the resolute decision to become the first jinchūriki by sealing the Nine-Tails, Kurama, within herself. Her vibrant red hair flowed in the breeze as she took a deep breath and concentrated on the daunting task before her.
She reached out and, using her own chakra, drew a detailed seal in the air. The symbols formed an intricate pattern and shone with strength.
As she finished the seal, the air began to fizz with energy. After that, she firmly shouted, "I, Mito Uzumaki, will bear this burden for the sake of our village and the world!"
The seal came to life, and a blinding light enveloped both Mito and Kurama. The colossal form of the Nine-Tails was gradually drawn into her, and despite the beast's ferocious roars, her resolve held firm.
Mito could feel the vast chakra of the Nine-Tails fusing with her own throughout the sealing process. The weight of power and responsibility bore down on her, but she knew she had made the ultimate sacrifice to protect her loved ones and her village.
"Fūin!"
The light of the seal reached its peak with a final burst of chakra, and the Nine-Tails was successfully sealed inside Mito. She sank to her knees, gasping heavily, her eyes reflecting a mix of exhaustion and joy at being able to assist her husband as she began to lose consciousness. Mito Uzumaki had become the first jinchūriki, a historic moment that would forever shape the course of their world.
"Mito!" As he rushed to her side, Hashirama's voice was filled with concern.
Seven months had passed since the incident, and the world was at an all-time high. News had spread far and wide about the hidden leaf's possession of immense power, and it had sent ripples of unease throughout the elemental lands.
Hashirama Senju, the leader of the hidden leaf, was well aware of the unease that gripped the nations. It was a concern he carried with a heavy heart. He knew that the power they held, the tailed beasts, was a double-edged sword, capable of both great good and great destruction.
Hashirama made a choice that went against his personal preferences in an effort to allay the worries and show goodwill. He had gathered every tail beast in the elemental lands with the intention of giving them away for nothing at the upcoming Kage Summit.
However, as he prepared to make his announcement in front of the gathered village leaders, Tobirama, who had intervened, demanded that villages pay a sizable sum in order to obtain a tailed beast, which changed the course of the negotiations, and they used the money they got from the other villages to flourish and fund Konoha.
Although Hashirama's intentions were noble, the consequences of his actions were far-reaching and expected. As the other Kage received the tailed beasts he had given them during the Kage Summit, they began to exploit the power of these incredible creatures. As their ambitions grew, they began to view the tailed beasts not as guardians but rather as means of conquest.
In the wake of these acquisitions, conflicts and disputes among the great nations escalated.
Hashirama discovered himself in a difficult circumstance. He had envisioned the tailed beasts as symbols of peace and unity, but they had become instruments of war and dominance. Madara, his long-time ally, was no longer by his side to help keep order and keep these conflicts from spiraling out of control.
Hashirama was forced to constantly lead his troops, defending their villages against those who sought to conquer and destroy Konohagakure.
In his prime, Hashirama had been a formidable opponent, but years of exposure to senjutsu and constant combat had taken their toll on his sixty-two year old body. He was no longer the indomitable warrior he once was, and that knowledge weighed heavily on his heart.
One fateful day, while he was with his loyal shinobi, a massive group of enemy ninjas surrounded them. Hashirama knew his time as a Shinobi leader was coming to an end, his eyes reflecting the wisdom of age. The lives of his people depended on his decisions.
With a heavy heart, he made up his mind. Hashirama turned to face his comrades, his voice firm and determined. "Stand back," he commanded. "I will be the decoy, and I will buy you all the time you need to escape."
Despite the objections of his shinobi, Hashirama's resolve remained firm. He stepped forward to face the encroaching enemy, as he held no regrets. The once-mighty Senju leader was past his prime, but his spirit remained strong.
Hashirama unleashed his remaining strength with a mighty roar and attacked the large army that consisted of different villages and had three jinchūrki.
Five months have passed since Hashirama's passing, and Tobirama the Nidaime Hokage has been attempting to uphold his brother's wishes for harmony in the elemental lands. However, the task has proven to be very challenging for the silver-headed Senju.
A dimly lit room inside the hidden Maternity Ward hideout in a neutral land was filled with an air of nervous excitement and anticipation.
Tōka Senju, the brave matriarch of the Senju clan, lay on a bed, her face etched with a mixture of pain and determination, as she prepared to give birth. The weight of her lineage and the legacy she carried were evident in her eyes.
On either side of Tōka were her pillars of support. Her lover and the child's father, Asahi, were standing to one side, his face displaying both concern and support.
On the other side was Tobirama Senju, who at first did not like Asahi because he made his baby sister pregnant, but after engaging in a "sparring match" and engaging in one-on-one conversation with the young man, he gained respect and trust for the man.
As they both held Tōka's hand, the grimace on both of their faces indicated that her grip was unrelenting, causing a dull ache in their fingers.
Asahi winced as Tōka tightly squeezed his hand while wearing a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Asahi, dear, I think I might be breaking your fingers. Should I include "hand-crusher" in my repertoire of jutsu?"
Through the discomfort, Asahi forced a feeble smile. "Maybe we can save that jutsu for another time, Tōka-hime. For now, let's focus on bringing this little one into the world."
Tobirama, despite his discomfort, tried to lighten the mood by saying, "I will be ready with a sealing jutsu for when your grip becomes a permanent part of Asahi's hand."
Despite the pain, Tōka managed to chuckle and say, "Well, at least we will always be connected, right, Asahi?"
The room was filled with brief laughter, but as time passed and Tōka endured the agony of childbirth, the room became a mix of tension and excitement. It was time for her to welcome her child into the world.
With each contraction, Tōka pushed, and her face contorted with effort. She received constant support from Asahi and Tobirama.
As they all awaited the entry of the newest Senju-Uzumaki clan member, the air was charged with excitement.
The cry of a newborn baby finally broke through the room after what seemed like an eternity. As the sound filled the air, Tōka's exhaustion turned into joy. The midwife used a gray towel to clean the newborn, then carefully placed the tiny, swaddled child in Toka's arms.
Tōka's eyes began to well up with tears as she looked at her son, who had a tuff of crimson hair and the most gorgeous amethyst eyes, with a blend of an intense shade of red with subtle hints of purple.
her heart brimming with joy and love. She held the infant close to her chest while humming welcoming and adoring phrases.
Asahi and Tobirama exchanged smiles, their relief evident as they watched the beautiful scene unfold. It was a moment of pure happiness—the birth of the next generation of Senju and Uzumaki, a symbol of hope for the future.
Tōka could not help but feel an overwhelming sense of love and joy as she held the newborn in her arms. Standing by her side, Asahi lightly squeezed her shoulder as he could not hold back his excitement.
"He has my attributes, but he has your face," Asahi remarked, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he looked down at their son. As she tenderly stroked their newborn's soft hair, Tōka giggled at the observation.
As they marveled at their son, the question of his name arose. "So, what shall we call him?" Asahi asked before hesitating. "It is a him, right?"
"Yes, it is a boy," the midwife confirmed with a smile.
As they turned their attention to Asahi, he raised his hands in defense. "Hey, I wouldn't mind a girl too."
Tōka leaned in and gave her son a name while her heart was overflowing with love. "Naruto Senju," she said tenderly as she looked down at him. The baby's eyes twinkled briefly, as if in approval of his name.
Asahi couldn't help but feel a pang of concern. "Hey, what about my surname?"
Tōka rolled her eyes but smiled and kissed her lover on the cheek. "Naruto Senju-Uzumaki is perfect, my love. It's a name that symbolizes the unity of our hearts and our families. Naruto will carry the legacy of both the Senju and the Uzumaki, and he'll be a symbol of hope and strength."
Asahi's worry melted away, replaced with a sense of pride and happiness. Together, they had welcomed Naruto Senju-Uzumaki into the world, a child who would carry the legacy of their love and the future of their clan.
~The end I sincerely hope you enjoy this chapter~
**:Author Notes:**
Well, firstly, this is a Naruto X Tsunade pairing. I might be willing to consider a harem, but with no more than five female characters which includes Tsunade. Whether it becomes a harem or not depends on your preference. Second, this story will have slow updates, so please be patient, and third, let me know how the fight scene went. I value constructive criticism, and I really should not say this, but all flames will be ignored.
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