The last few weeks had been riddled with war. . . Battle after battle. The Uchiha’s seemed to have a new strategy, and it was just. . . Attack, attack, attack. The battles had been back to back, and everyone was exhausted. Healers were tired of having constant patients, warriors were tired of fighting, and wives were tired of their men leaving daily and some not returning.

Hashirama and Tobirama were all tired of having to wake up in the middle of the night to help defend their clan.

Today was no different. They’d had to wake up at 3 in the morning, Hashirama didn’t even get to say goodbye to his wife or child. Something Hashirama always worried about. . . He knew the chance of him being mortally wounded was slim to none. . . But what if it did happen? He didn’t want to die and not have told his family he loved them!

Thankfully, however, today was not the day the two of them died! The battle had been tough and messy. Izuna and Madara both targeted Tobirama specifically to try to distract Hashirama enough to get an opening. But no major casualty numbers on either side! Hashirama opened the door and began kicking his sandals off.

Hashirama: “Mito, beloved! We are home!”

Hashirama called out to his wife first.

Tobirama was close behind his elder brother, wiping off a layer of sweat and dust that had collected on his skin while he’d been fighting two of the strongest Uchiha’s and had to have his brother cover for him, because he came very close to dying.

Tobirama: “Elder brother, your voice is grating, lower it.”

Tobirama grumbled.