Infinite Tsukuyomi

Sandaime held his pipe in his mouth.

He looked at Tsunade from head to toe.

"This doesn't make sense.

You didn't disguise yourself? "

Otherwise, how could she have been caught by Jiraiya?

In the past few years, he had received messages from Tsunade. She was addicted to gambling and was very good at hiding from debt. She used her superb disguise skills to evade her creditors.

Even when he couldn't find her, several debt notes were sent to Hashirama's residence in Konoha. Konoha had repeatedly sent people to search for Hashirama's only heir.

However, they returned empty-handed.

Tsunade was once again enraged.

She grabbed Jiraiya's neck and laughed coldly. "What a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet him in the ladies' pool."

Who would wear a disguise when taking a bath? As a result, Jiraiya was like a blind cat running into a dead mouse.

Jiraiya's legs were weak from Chakra. He hung on Tsunade's arm and struggled.

"I didn't do it on purpose. Tanokuni's intelligence department told me where you were!"

Sarutobi couldn't bear to watch the disciple he was so proud of die in front of him. He sighed.

He turned around and focused on the scenery.

As far as the eye could see, it was Konoha in early autumn.

The temperature had cooled down. The lush forest in summer was now dyed red and yellow.

The leaves passed through the window.

They fell in twos and threes with the wind.

They fell with the wind, and …

"Dong!"

Someone fell down!

Hashirama shook off the dust on his body. Under Sarutobi's complicated gaze, he smiled apologetically, opened the window, and jumped into the house.

Judging by his smooth and graceful movements, he must have jumped over many windows.

"I didn't jump over the window. I jumped over the wall."

Hashirama kindly explained the misunderstanding. During the truce period between the two races, he had jumped over Uchiha Macula's wall to go around Konoha. In terms of speed and stealth, he had some experience.

This kind of explanation was even worse.

Noticing the strange ninja in the office, Tsunade stopped what she was doing. The ninja in front of her had black hair and black eyes. His hair was neatly cut to his shoulders. His eyes were clear and his eyebrows were extraordinary. She was sure that she had never seen this person before, but strangely, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Sandaime Smile introduced them to Hashirama. "These are my two disappointing disciples, Jiraiya and Tsunade."

The records of Sannin were very detailed. Sannin's teacher was Jiraiya, who had cultivated the Immortal Body for three generations in Mount Myoboku, and Hashirama Tsunade, who had single-handedly destroyed the future of the Thunder Ninja.

"Hello." Hashirama smiled in response to the curious gazes of the two juniors.

"Lord First Dai, please undo the transformation technique first." If someone could still recognize you despite your current appearance, then it was definitely true love.

First generation?

What did that mean?

Tsunade originally thought that this was another trick of her teacher to trick her into returning to the village, but Sarutobi -sensei asked Jiraiya to bring her a message of unknown meaning.

After a puff of white smoke, Tsunade could no longer suppress her heartbeat. "… Grandpa … Grandpa!"

"That's right, but I'm not married yet." The young ninja in Konoha's uniform rubbed his nose subconsciously.

This was a face that was left in Tsunade's memory. Before she could distinguish between life and death, it was already blurred.

She thought that after her lover and family died in battle, the real her also died. Nothing in the world could awaken a heart that was no longer beating, but …

"Is it really Grandpa, Grandpa Hashirama?"

Hashirama laughed. "Yes."

The blonde ninja threw herself into the man's arms and buried her face in Hashirama's chest. She was like a child who had found an elder to complain to, silently venting the guilt of Hashirama and Tsunade. "I'm sorry …"

Hashirama hugged Tsunade and said softly, "Tsunade, you've always done well."

The man said as he patted her back comfortingly. "It's my fault, I'm sorry … I was so willful in the future."

She abandoned her family, abandoned Konoha, and willfully atoned for the sins of her friends alone.

The warmth of his palm passed through her clothes to her skin. At that moment, she felt like she had thousands of words to say, about her family, about Konoha, about … her and her heart. But in the end, she wanted to say too much, but nothing came out.

Sandaime looked at the only disciple he was worried about.

He was born in the early days of Konoha and grew up with the village. He had witnessed the rise and fall of the two families.

Hashirama used to be so glorious, but now he was in such a sorry state. Even Sarutobi himself didn't want to imagine how Hashirama's family had fallen to such a state. A powerful family with two Naruto bloodlines was slowly being nibbled away until only an orphan girl remained.

"Little Tsunade, you're starting to look like a child now."

Sandaime couldn't help but laugh. "We'll have plenty of chances to meet in the future, as long as you don't disappear so easily."

Embarrassed by her teacher's teasing, Tsunade wiped her face and reluctantly took a few steps back.

"Grandpa … why are you here?"

Sandaime stroked his beard. "It's a coincidence, or a miracle."

He wasn't even thirty yet, but someone of the same age as him was already calling him grandpa. Hashirama said awkwardly, "Don't call me grandpa, it's scary."

Tsunade understood. Grandpa probably hadn't married Mito's grandmother yet, but they would be husband and wife sooner or later, so it didn't matter.

As for the reason why Sensei Sandaime called her here today, Tsunade had a vague idea.

"About First Daime's status here, Tsunade, I want him to join the Hashirama Clan as Kashiwa Moritte."

If First Daime stayed in Konoha for a short time, it would be enough to stabilize the hearts of the villagers. Hashirama of the Forest was different in Konoha, and the Hashirama Clan was declining day by day. For Konoha, it was a shadow that weighed heavily on their hearts.

In other words, if First Daime stayed in Konoha for some time to come …

He was already old, and it was time for him to take care of his grandson, and it was time for him to hand over the responsibility of Naruto to the younger generation, especially the young ninja who had rich experience as a Naruto.

Sarutobi smiled. A prominent family, a young successor, and First Daime's strength. Nothing was more perfect than this.

"That's not a problem."

Tsunade immediately agreed. "Grandpa, are you going to use Kashiwa Moritte to join the clan, or change it to Hashirama Kashiwa?"

"…" His granddaughter's decisiveness was quite similar to Hashirama's. Hashirama thought for a moment. "Kashiwa Moritte then. If you change it to Hashirama, it'll be too similar to my name."

But you're already joining the Hashirama Clan. What's the difference?

"Okay, I'll arrange for Grandpa to join the clan tomorrow."

With the return of her old friends, the emptiness in her body was gradually filled. Tsunade selfishly wanted to get more time to spend with her family, especially her grandfather, whom she respected and loved since childhood.

The beautiful ninja lifted her long hair and smiled confidently. "Grandpa, you haven't returned to the Hashirama Clan for a long time. I'm bored living alone in the clan. Do you want to come with me?"

Hmm?

Why did she suddenly mention this?

The man said blankly. "No need …"

"The ninja's dormitory is so small, it can't be compared to home!"

"No, no, it's my own fault."

Hashirama waved his hand and explained, his voice getting smaller and smaller. "I … I'm pursuing a girl, and I'm living in her house now."

What were the chances of an ordinary person surviving a tailed beast?

Next to none.

Danzō's plan can be said to be the most impeccable open conspiracy. He used Uchiha's Sharingan to control Nine Tails. If he didn't take away the ninja protecting Uchiha to control Nine Tails, there was no doubt that the Nine Tails incident would be brought up again.

And if he chooses the Kyuubi … Danzo won't let go of such a good opportunity. Just the matter of the Sharingan alone is enough to frame the Uchiha. What's even more frightening is that Danzo is prepared to act first and report later.

Thinking of Itachi's evaluation of the clan, Uchiha wasn't an iron plate, and the pro-war faction was eager to start a war to restore the glory of the clan.

Sarutobi had a headache.

This was a difficult choice. Should he choose the minority or the majority?

Sandaime could calmly analyze the pros and cons one by one, but Hashirama couldn't do this. Without waiting for Sandaime to speak, he directly jumped up from the windowsill. "I'm going to deal with Nine Tails, I left a mark on Banzi."

Thank god, thank god he used Mokuton to grow the flower on Banzi's body. The Chakra was insignificant, but he should be able to sense its location if he observed carefully.

"I'll send someone with you." Sandaime made a decision in his heart, and the staff in his hand hit the floor heavily.

But if he retreated at this juncture, then what was the point of Sarutobi's peaceful evolution all the way?

Hashirama grinned and patted Sarutobi's shoulder. "I said I'll go alone, trust in senpai more. Besides, you can't back down at this time, everyone trusts you so much."

Tsunade said, "Sensei just can't rest assured. He always treats us as children. He's an old man in his fifties or sixties, but he still takes everything on himself." Saying that, she handed Hashirama the Ninja tools and medicine for combat.

Under the bright moonlight, Tsunade stopped smiling, covered Sarutobi's hand with both of her hands, and bowed her head and said the most sincere promise. "… Please leave things here to us.

I'll leave everything over there to you. "

Hashirama: "Okay."

His words were as good as gold.

Sandaime opened his mouth but didn't say anything, watching Hashirama's back disappear into the night.