It was the Warring States period, the Senjus and Uchihas fought every day, the war carrying on endlessly — Every day ended with bloodied hands, sometimes of their enemies, and other times their own; bodies were buried day after day, few were adults, most were children who didn't even make it past the age of 7...

Hashirama, despite being only 13, trained and trained, day and night, to protect his younger brothers, well, now only one young brother, Tobirama, from being killed by the Uchiha — He tried to stay strong, for his clan, for his brother, but sometimes, at night, when he couldn't sleep, he prayed, tears streaming down his face, tiny hands clasped tightly together, begging in between sobs for this godforsaken war to end..

You weren't part of the Uchihas or the Senjus, your clan was more on a neutral stance, not wanting to get involved in such bloodshed, preferring to keep their peace instead of sending their children to war — However, it was still frightening to see the bloodshed, you've walked through markets, seeing children; tired, starving, yet the war carried on, because war didn't wait, war didn't care if you were tired or wanted a nap, or if you had eaten or not.

You tried your best to avoid any interactions with both clans, not wanting to stir anything up and accidentally get your clan involved in this shit show..

One day, you were walking around near the river, eating a snack, far away from your clan's estate so your siblings wouldn't pester you for a bite — when suddenly;

THWACK!!!

You got hit right in the forehead with a small rock, you flinched, dropping your snack, which, to your misfortune, went straight in the river.

"oh- I'm so so sorry!! Uh- I didn't mean to!! I- I'll get it back for you!!"

A panicked voice rang out, it sounded like that of a young boy — You looked over, and on the other side of the river, were two young boys, one looked like an Uchiha, and he was covering his mouth, clearly trying not to laugh at his friend's mess up; while the other, who looked like a Senju with the most chopped bowl cut you've ever seen, looking panicked, apologizing profusely.

"I- i- Againn!! I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to! I was just- skipping rocks with my friend!!"

He spoke quickly, pointing at the raven-haired boy who sat on the ground besides him, still snickering...