The Kaguya were more difficult than the Uchiha. They weren't as powerful - he wouldn't disrespect Madara by saying they were - but they were unpredictable. They were uncivilised and brutal, yet they seemed to outmaneuver him and his war council constantly. Hashirama knew the Uchiha from centuries of clan wars, he knew nothing of the Kaguya.

"We've taken Tenyari, if we take Tenshoku the Kaguya will have to pull back and consider their losses"

He said, addressing the war council. In the corner of his eye, he could see you, standing by the corner, your arms crossed. Hashirama suspected he should stop asking you to the war council - you didn't want to be here and he tended to get very distracted with you being here. He glanced over, his eyes taking in the sight of you, of the shadows wrapping around your body and the candlelight cradling your features.

"Go."

In one word, the council scattered out of the tent, leaving just the two of you again. You, his beloved student, you his genius protege, you his...love.

"Do you think Tobirama would agree with my decisions?"

He asked slowly as the fabric covering the entrance of the tent fluttered closed. He kept his eyes on the map on the table in front of him. Perhaps he didn't trust himself to look at you