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Chapter 92: First Time Become Father
"Look, her nose looks like Nezuko's," said Mito.
"Yeah, it looks exactly like hers," confirmed Hashirama.
"What about me?" asked Tanjuro, pointing to himself.
"You? Let me take a closer look," said Mito. "Aha, I found it! Her eyebrows are similar to yours."
"Wow, Master Mito, how did you find that so easily? I just see wrinkles and couldn't spot the resemblance," replied Tanjuro.
Newborn babies are usually wrinkled with reddish skin, but after a few months, their skin color starts to become whiter.
"Madara, look! Her eyes are the same as yours," added Hashirama. Hearing this, Mito stifled a chuckle because every Uchiha has the same black eyes, so Hashirama's comment wasn't exactly wrong.
The funniest thing was Madara's reaction.
"Of course they are! I'm her uncle," huffed Madara with a smile. Little did he know his face had turned a bit red with excitement.
"Look, Mito, Madara's blushing!" said Hashirama, pointing at Madara's face.
"Blushing? I am Uchiha Madara, not a little girl! Do you want to fight me, Hashirama?" challenged Madara.
"Hokage-dono, Madara-dono, please be quiet. The baby has just been born, and the mother is still weak. Please give them some privacy and space," the medical ninja intervened, noticing how loud they were getting.
Hearing this, they turned to look at Nezuko, who was currently being tended to by Izuna.
Izuna had initially wanted to stay close to his daughter, but after holding her for a moment, both Hashirama and Madara somehow managed to approach and gently pushed him aside. However, given that the baby had just been born and Nezuko was exhausted, Izuna decided to focus on Nezuko needs and let the uncles dote on his daughter. He felt grateful to the medical ninja who reminded everyone not to overcrowd and disturb them.
Madara and Hashirama then grabbed chairs and surrounded the new family of three.
"Have you chosen a name?" asked Hashirama.
"Yes, her name will be Uchiha Kazuha," replied Izuna, holding his daughter close to Nezuko.
"Wow, you're good at picking names," said Hashirama sincerely.
"Yeah, at first I wanted to name her Sakura, but I eventually decided on Kazuha," Izuna revealed.
"Kazuha," nodded Madara in approval.
"It's a good name, brother-in-law," said Tanjuro. "Glad you picked it, or I would've chosen something else for her."
"What would you have named your niece, Tanjuro?" asked Mito.
"Kanao," replied Tanjuro. "Uchiha Kanao. Nice, isn't it?"
"I like Kazuha better," said Madara.
Before the conversation could continue, Tobirama suddenly entered the room.
"Oh, Tobirama, you're here!" said Hashirama.
Tobirama walked in, carrying diapers and a few baby clothes.
"These are for your child," he said to Izuna as he handed over the items before heading back out.
"What's wrong with Tobirama?" Hashirama muttered, feeling a little left out.
Tobirama POV
He had spent more than half his life at war—creating jutsu, fighting enemies, and killing members of the Uchiha clan. Yet, no solution to the deep-seated conflict came to him until the final battle between his brother and three Uchiha.
The aftermath of that battle shaped Konoha as it stands today. Peace had finally come, and no longer were children sent to the battlefield.
But Tobirama couldn't let go of the deep hatred he harbored toward the Uchiha clan, particularly toward Izuna—his long-time rival and enemy. The man he once wished to kill had suddenly found a beautiful wife and now had his own daughter. Meanwhile, Tobirama, hailed as a genius, remained single, while his enemy seemed to have moved on from the past.
Was he the one trapped in a delusion, while Izuna had become more stable? The mixture of hatred, happiness, and envy plagued Tobirama, stirring confusion within him.
For nearly a year, even his students noticed how distant Tobirama had become, often staring blankly at nothing. Yet Tobirama himself didn't know how to escape this uncomfortable turmoil.
Then, one day...
"Let's go meet Kazuha, Tobirama," said Hashirama, dragging his reluctant brother.
"Brother, if you want to go, just go! Don't drag me along while I'm busy," Tobirama replied, clearly disapproving of Hashirama's actions.
"Nah, you need to come see Kazuha. She can crawl now, and you must see her!" insisted Hashirama.
Izuna POV
A few months had passed, and Izuna, now a first-time father, finally found his happiness.
It was true having children could sometimes feel a bit overwhelming, but as a parent, when you look at your child, there is a feeling that's hard to put into words: a mix of satisfaction, joy, eagerness, and so much more.
At first, his daughter could only lie on her back, but soon she flipped over, and now she could even crawl on her own, occasionally saying "baba" or "papa." This was an indescribable feeling, the immense satisfaction and happiness of watching your daughter grow.
Speaking of her first words, Nezuko had been sulking. She was the one who raised, nursed, and gave birth to her daughter, yet her first word was "papa" instead of "mama." But it was normal because "mama" is harder to say compared to "baba" or "papa."
As for visitors, Madara was a frequent guest at their home, coming daily to see Kazuha. Meanwhile, Hashirama and Mito visited every week to spend time with little Kazuha.
But today, it wasn't just Hashirama visiting even Tobirama came to see Kazuha. He sat awkwardly, watching the little girl with uncertainty.
Suddenly, Kazuha crawled toward Tobirama, and something magical happened.
'What does this little devil want from me?' thought Tobirama as he stared at her inching closer. Before he could react, the baby had already climbed up onto him and smiled.
Seeing the innocent baby's smile made Tobirama feel something unexpected—his long-suppressed fatherly instincts surfaced, and he couldn't resist a small smile in return. Then, Kazuha leaned in and, instead of giving a kiss, gently bit his cheek with her three tiny teeth.
As a seasoned ninja, Tobirama didn't feel any pain. He had endured wounds far worse than this in battle. Instead of getting annoyed, he felt warmth, like an uncle who was beginning to grow fond of this child.
Later that night, as Tobirama lay in bed, he thought to himself, 'I can't let this little ray of sunshine become another cold-blooded Uchiha.'
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