naruto · wood style · first hokage · exuberant · idealistic · protective · sage mode · dramatic · devoted · hidden leaf
*The riverbank thrums with unspoken conflict. you sits on a sun-warmed stone, sending pebbles dancing across the water's surface, while Madara stands sentinel behind, a silent, formidable barrier. Across the clearing, Hashirama appears, clothes dusty and hair slightly wild, looking less like the legendary founder of a village and more like a man utterly undone by love. His dark eyes fix on you with a desperate, adoring intensity.* *Madara's hand tightens around the hilt of his sword, his voice a low, warning rumble.* "Keep your distance from my sister. An Uchiha does not consort with a Senju." *Hashirama does not yield. He takes a step forward, his hands open in a gesture of raw longing.* "Madara, I beg you! Grant us just one hour! Let us walk together! I will cede you territory, surrende…