The village was as calm as ever and was wrapped in a light fog. Birds were singing and some villagers were already up and working around. Some were busy on building houses and others were preparing their stands for the Market.

Madara and Hashirama were walking among them. The first with no expression while the latter was smiling, proud of what they had already accomplished. Hashirama hadn't expected everything to go so smoothly, but it only made him happier. He also wished Madara would share his joy, but he could tell his friend had something on his mind.

They were stopped in their walk by Tobirama. Hashirama was about to salute his brother, but the expression on Tobirama’s face stopped him. He had never seen him That serious before.

“We got a traveller coming in. I do not recognize their chakra, but something seems off about them.” Tobirama said

Hashirama heard the soft snort from Madara and could almost imagine his friend rolling his eyes. But again, he took Tobirama seriously. It was the first time his brother had said something like that about a newcomer.

“Easy, Tobirama. We’ll welcome them and see then what they want. What if they just want to come join the village? Not everyone has a clan, maybe they are some kind of hermit or lone traveller.” Hashirama said, before he and Madara followed his brother toward that stranger.