thetimeisnowsomehow

Hashirama frets, the weather is not his favor today, and he doesn't want to do this at all. When he makes his speech towards Madara and Izuna, Tobirama stands silent by his side. Many layers and many many more hidden weapons are wrapped around his frame, with the blue armor, fur mantle and his senju happuri, he looks almost as intimidating as the senju clan head himself. Stern expression not breaking from Izuna. Who, for a moment flashes his sharingan in answer.

Mmmmmm still refreshing

But I used to have this fear underneath all the disgust. Fear that I too could be dragged into screaming shitting caretaker hell. But now, steril, it's just pure superiority. It's the feeling of I WIN! and not only do i win, i get to walk past the many losers. I win this part of life I thought I was doomed to! I win by doing something about it! I saved myself! It's a good feeling.

Because it would have hurt so much more to see what they had BEFORE it changed to konoha. We knew they were rival clans but we never saw how they really lived. We didn't know what they gave up to have konoha for. What they were risking. Ninja clans don't really seem like a family so much as an organization kept running by close knit families.

Unsaid things pass between them. Madara plots revenge.