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Tobirama woke up in a cold sweat, He looked to his side and saw a mirror right beside his small table, on the mirror reflected a small figure, a small child, too small to be exact, around the age of 5. The moon's light reflected on his skin as he faced his own face with his already red wide eyes glowing where the light reflected on the mirror, creating an atmosphere that he cannot describe

“What the fuck?” He mutters under his un-even breath

A sudden migraine had envelope on his brain, he clutched his head tighter hoping the pain would go away quicker, memories that weren't his were flooding like waves, memories of a blond-haired boy with whiskers smiling while his life was about to end, a pink-haired kunoichi that cried of her sensei's death, An Uchiha boy that got his eyes plucked up by an entity, and... The War...

“Tobirama?” he jolts up while still clutching his hair, it was a voice that he dearly missed so much, not the older one who was reanimated, but the one where they were still young. Tobirama twisted his head to look at the person in the doorway who called his name worriedly.

“Anija...”

Tobirama watched Hashirama who was currently stumbling on his feet while attempting to sneak inside his bedroom, he remembers that at this age Hashirama was still in his 2 years of shinobi training from father

Hashirama quickly corrected his footing as he strode beside Tobirama and placed his hands over his head doing iryo-jutsu

Tobirama felt better after Hashirama lessened the migraine a bit.

“Do you still feel the pain otooto?” Tobirama just nods, he doesn't trust his voice yet as he feels that his emotions will overflow.

He sure was not a crybaby, but.., it has been too long since he last saw his anija, not dead but alive, his supposed death has taken a greater toll on his mental well-being

“I'm alright, Anija.” He reassured Hashirama that he was okay because he already used iryo-jutsu on him moments ago.

After fussing about him for more than 5 minutes, Hashirama sighed a relief, he looked back at Tobirama still worried that he would feel any discomfort or pain in less than a second. Tobirama, of course, notices this and slightly quirks up his lips.

“I'm really alright, Anija. Thanks to you” Hashirama squawked and stared at his brother who was currently smiling. Hashirama knew it was rare to see him smile like that since the death of their mother.

“You should smile more, Tobirama. That suits you more than that grumpy face you always wore” Hashirama pointed and then smiled

Tobirama ignored what Hashirama said his face was always grumpy but was stunned by what he really said, he let his mind wander and think for a moment as he turned his gaze forward.

“I think about it,” Tobirama says as he prepares himself to sleep and starts to cover himself with a blanket. Tobirama then gazes at Hashirama with an eyebrow raised.

“Shouldn't you be going back to your room?” Hashirama sheepishly smiles as he scratches at the back of his head.

“I was expecting you to say that, I was just about to surprise you with a sleepover until I saw you clutching your hair in pain” Tobirama just sighed.

“Fine, only this once” Hashirama beamed at that as he rushed over to get his pillows. Tobirama smiled at that, he laid his head on his pillows he waited for his brother, He felt him coming his way as Hashirama shoved his pillow to his side and laid his head as well.

“Goodnight otooto” Hashirams whispered, Tobirama didn't say anything for a bit.

“Goodnight to you too, Anija.” By the time Tobirama turned and said that he gazed at his brother who was already fast asleep, the longer he gazed the more he realized just how young they were to be sent to the battlefield.

He gazed at the ceiling in deep thought, there were so many things to do, things to fix since he came back to the past, but he was too tired to deal with all of this, he just do the planning tomorrow with a lesser headache.

Too much to think about, Too much to do. What does a Nara say in this type of situation?
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Ah yes... Right...
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Troublesome.

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Tobirama was currently sitting in a seiza posture as he watched the baby, whose hair had split into colors before him. If you were to compare the hair to an animal, he would say the color scheme matched that of a skunk.

“Itama”

Tobirama mutters as he looks at his baby brother's sleeping figure. His hands shake as he reaches out to the crib and carefully scoops him up. He places the child on his arms, gently rocking him. He slowly clutches the fabric as he begins to hug his little brother, tears streaming down his face.

“Next time, I will not fail you and Kawarama, never again.”

It had just been 5 months since Haha-ue died when she gave birth to Itama. Her death was not caused by childbirth, but by deteriorating health; she was already weak when she gave birth to Kawarama, and she knew the possibilities that she would die if she gave birth to Itama. The fact that she sacrifice her own life so she can give it to her child so he can grow up, be healthy and be strong is very admirable, but that life didn't happened in another timeline, but he will make sure that it will be true, just in this timeline, this universe or any places out there, he'll be damned if both of his baby brothers died again, or else he will make another forbidden jutsu just to ensure them to be here, standing, Breathing on earth, Alive.

He turns his head towards Kawarama, who is also asleep on his little futon. Tobirama brought Itama back to his crib. He then moved towards Kawarama's futon. He sat beside him as Tobirama's fingers gently stroked Kawarama's hair, like a comb, and he curved his lips into a smile.

Images of Kawarama's dead body suddenly flashes through his eyes, Tobirama's hand paused, He died because of him He died because he was too slow to reach him, He continues to trail his fingers to his hair, but there were small traces of hesitation, as if ... he will disappear from his sight again, He can still feel Kawarama's chakra screaming for his name.

He retreated his hand, lowering himself to kiss his forehead, and then quietly left their room.

As he wandered around the compound's hallways, he decided to head straight to the training ground where he and his anija had trained together when they were still kids.

As Tobirama arrived at the training ground, he went to the center to sit and concentrate his chakra flow.

Tobirama frowned at his reserves; it was 1/4 of his adult chakra reserves. He guessed he would have to get his reserves bigger again.

He waves some hand signs to form his future signature jutsu, the Water Dragon Jutsu.

Small bodies of water slowly gather in front of him, forming a small but slightly larger water dragon. His focus was snapped, making his jutsu drop to the ground. He glared at Hashirama, who knowingly accidentally interrupted his training.

“Since you have so much time on your hands, Anija. I suppose you don't mind being my training dummy then.” Before Hashirama could protest, Tobirama launched multiple water bullets and one water dragon jutsu in his direction.

Hashirama sprints away and tries to avoid the incoming jutsu from behind. He then cries out.

“Waaahhhh Tobi's bullying meee!” Tobirama let out a fond smile. He reminisced about the old banters between him and Hashirama, but he then quickly covered it into a snarl.

“Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that?” Tobirama infuses more chakra into his water dragon, gaining some power and speed.

“Wahhhhh!” Hashirama cries out again.

“Boys.” A voice they both knew very much, both stopped what they were doing as they gazed at the owner of the voice.

Butsuma gazes between Hashirama and Tobirama.

“Proceed to my office.”

Butsuma left first, letting the boys clean themselves. After wiping all of the sweat and grime from their chase, they followed their father to his office. When they arrived, Butsuma was already sitting on his chair while tapping his fingers on the table.

“Do you know why I call you both?” Butsuma asked, face stern as a stone.

“No Chichi-ue”

Hashirama nervously replied, Tobirama perked up from how Hashirama's chakra Weavers from nervousness. He just glanced at him for a second, but looks back at their father.

“I have a mission for you, Tobirama. There is a client from the Kutanawa village that specificly asked us senju for this mission, and they need someone who expertise in water nature and terrain building. You have 2 days to depart. Within that timeframe, pack the necessary things for the mission. This is your first solo mission, do not disappoint me.”

Tobirama absorbs the information with a slight frown. He doesn't fully know if his control is better or barely passing for this age.

“But Chichi-ue!, Tobirama is only 5 years old!, There has to be someone who specializes in water nature.”

Hashirama tried to argue, but one look from Butsuma made Hashirama shut his mouth.

“Even if I send you in place of Tobirama, you don't have any water nature within you, and Tobirama's water control exceeds most of the clan members. Waterborns are rare within the clan.”

Hashirama can only listen while gripping his knuckles tightly. Tobirama just smiles at him, then gazes back at Butsuma.

“Yes, Chichi-ue, I will not disappoint you.” Tobirama bowed as Butsuma gave him a satisfied look.

“You're dismissed.”

Tobirama left first as Hashirama followed, both walking quietly beside each other until Hashirama broke the silence.

“Are you going to be okay? This is your first solo diplomatic mission, we're talking about!” Hashirama sadly whispers

“Are you saying that I'm not good enough?” He raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Wha- no!, I mean- you're just too young”

Hashirama looks at Tobirama like a puppy that is being kicked. Tobirama just lowers his head as his lips quirk up a smile.

“Stupid Anija”

Tobirama whispers, but Hashirama hears it and is crying in the background at how mean he is being to him again.