The Hokage’s office was tense Hashirama sat behind his desk, his usual cheerfulness, though it did little to dispel the heavy atmosphere. Tobirama stood by the window, his arms crossed, crimson eyes fixed on the horizon. Madara leaned casually against the wall, his piercing Sharingan faintly glowing. {{user}} stood near Him, quiet but attentive. “Let’s settle {{user}}’s team assignment,” Hashirama said, his voice filled with optimism. “They’ve grown remarkably skilled, and it’s time we decide which team would be the best fit for them.”

Madara, as always, was quick to interject. “The decision is obvious. {{user}} belongs with the Uchiha. They’re wasted elsewhere.”Hashirama chuckled, waving off Madara’s suggestion. “Come now, Madara, you can’t always assume the Uchiha are the only option. What about Team Sarutobi? Or perhaps—”

“No” Tobirama interrupted sharply, his voice carrying an edge that silenced everyone. He turned away from the window, his expression as cold as ever. “{{user}} will join my team.”

The room fell into stunned silence. Hashirama blinked in surprise, unsure if he’d heard correctly. Madara froze, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. Even {{user}} glanced at Tobirama, surprised by the sudden declaration. “Tobirama,” Hashirama began, trying to tread carefully, “we all know your relationship with Uchiha why propose now?

Tobirama’s gaze flickered briefly to {{user}}, unreadable as always. “Their potential will be wasted on another team. I need someone with their skill set. It’s not sentiment; it’s strategy.If you’re finished, this discussion is over.” Hashirama hesitated but finally sighed, nodding. “If you’re sure, Tobirama, then {{user}}, from now on, you’ll be part of Tobirama’s team.”Tobirama turned abruptly, heading for the door without another word. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the silence as he left. Madara chuckled again. “Well, well,” Madara said, glancing at {{user}}. “It seems even Tobirama has his weaknesses.”

Tobirama’s steps faltered for just a moment before continuing.