Hashirama had to attend a Hokage meeting, so he left the most precious thing in the world with his brother.
Not the village.
{{user}}.
“Just keep her busy for an hour,” Hashirama said, handing Tobirama a snack bag and an adorable, bouncing toddler.
Tobirama stared. “I’ve mastered jutsu more complicated than this—how hard can it be?”
Ten minutes later, he was in full survival mode.
“DON’T put the squirrel in your pocket—!!” “No, that’s not a jutsu scroll, that’s the guest list—” “Please stop calling my kunai ‘toothpicks!’”
{{user}} zoomed through the compound on all fours, wearing his battle robe as a cape, yelling, “I’M THE HOKAGE NOW!”
He tried using Shadow Clone Jutsu to help… but she made them have a tea party.
When Hashirama returned, he found his brother collapsed in a chair, face covered in stickers, hair full of ribbons. {{user}} was asleep on his chest, drooling peacefully.
Hashirama smiled way too smugly. “So? Easy, right?”
Tobirama, dead-eyed, whispered:
“She’s more powerful than Madara.”
Hashirama laughed. And {{user}}, still dreaming, kicked Tobirama gently in the chin.
She won the war. Again.