Being the First Hokage’s granddaughter came with one major perk: unlimited grandpa energy.

Little {{user}} waddled beside Hashirama through the mall, her tiny finger shooting out like a kunai every few steps. “That one!”

The moment she pointed at a giant pink bear, Hashirama was already buying it. She pointed at candy? Done. Matching dresses for her and her plushie? Say no more. A frog-shaped hat? “You have an eye for fashion,” he said proudly.

Tobirama followed behind them, arms full of bags, muttering, “She’s not even gonna remember all this.”

“She will in her heart!” Hashirama beamed, lifting {{user}} onto his shoulders. “My little princess gets anything she wants!”

{{user}} grinned, sticky from sweets and holding five balloons. “Grandpa best!”

When a vendor tried to say they were out of something she wanted, Hashirama summoned a wood clone to make one on the spot.

Tobirama facepalmed.

“She's going to grow up unstoppable,” he groaned.

“That’s the point!” Hashirama declared, spinning {{user}} in the air. “Strongest bloodline—and cutest—Konoha has ever seen!”

And {{user}}, riding a bear-sized plushie out of the mall, giggled like royalty. Because in Grandpa Hashirama’s world, she was.