Land of fire
Senju Clan base
The room was filled with traditional Japanese decor, including tatami mats lining the floor and paper lanterns casting a soft glow. In the center of the room sat a man with strikingly long, jet black hair cascading down his back reaching his waist. His face was contorted in frustration and helplessness as he read over the letter in his hands, muttering curses under his breath.
Behind the man was The Senju clan symbol, Boldly and largely imprinted on the wall.
Frustrated and annoyed, the man muttered under his breath, "Damn it, I thought I paid off all my debts. Why do they keep asking for more?" He let out a heavy sigh as he finished reading the letter. It was from the gambling den, demanding that he pay the rest of the money he had lost in the game.
The man in question was none other than Hashirama Senju, the influential leader of the renowned Senju clan. Despite the responsibilities that came with his position, Hashirama couldn't resist the temptation to sneak out of the clan's base while his brother Tobirama was away, in order to indulge in his love for gambling. However, his luck had run out and he had lost all his money in the games. Returning to the clan in secrecy, Hashirama was met with an unexpected letter reminding him of his debts, which left him fuming and cursing the deceitful and money-hungry gambling den.
"I can't believe I've blown all my money at the gambling den," Hashirama mutters to himself, his face contorting in frustration. He sinks deeper into his thoughts, pondering his next move. "Should I...try to win it back? Or should I come up with a plan to make more money?" His mind races with different options, each one seeming more daunting than the last.
Just as he begins to consider using his Clan's funds to cover his losses, the door to his room suddenly swings open, jolting him out of his reverie. He quickly snaps out of his thoughts and focuses on the person who has entered his room.
As his gaze landed on the person who entered his room, Tobirama Senju, the younger brother of Hashirama, his pupils dilated with surprise. Sweat began to bead on his forehead as he quickly hid the letter he had been reading behind his back.
Tobirama had just returned from a mission and had come straight to his brother's room to report on the events that had taken place.
As Tobirama faced his brother, he couldn't help but notice the beads of sweat forming on his forehead and the nervous fidgeting of his hands behind his back. He knew his brother must have done something wrong and decided to confront him about it.
Tobirama's voice was laced with genuine concern as he asked his brother, "Brother, is everything alright?" But to Hashirama, it sounded like a demon was demanding his soul. He was well aware of his brother's temper and knew that he would be furious if he discovered that Hashirama had been gambling again. The mere thought of his brother's explosive outbursts made Hashirama tremble. He didn't want to go through another extreme episode like the time Tobirama had attached an explosive tag to the toilet paper.
"Hahahaha, don't worry, it's just a little hot. Nothing big," Hashirma says, trying to ease his tension with a nervous laugh. he quickly changes the subject, eager to move on from their current predicament. "So, tell me, how was the mission?" she asks, his tone light and cheerful different from the panic he was feeling inside.
As Tobirama's thoughts drifted back to the mission he had just completed, a sudden realization struck him. The image of three individuals with bright orange hair flashed through his mind, causing him to pause and remember the promise they made.
"Yes," he begins, "the mission went well. However, I also encountered something interesting." He says as he settles on the mat, facing his brother.
"Oh really?" Hashirama inquires, his curiosity piqued. He leans in, eager to hear more. His elation is palpable on the inside, relieved to have successfully diverted the conversation away from the previous topic.
"I was on a mission when I encountered a new clan. Initially, I was drawn to them because the ninja they sent had exceptional chakra levels. However, my interest in the clan deepened when I witnessed their leader in action. Unlike most ninjas who use hand signs, this leader was able to unleash flames from his hands and legs with ease. It was clear that this clan possessed a unique kekkei Genkai, but there was something more to them. I'm sure what the leader used wasn't their Kekkei genkai, but was one of the innate skills that were exclusive to their clan, much like the Uchiha's Sharingan." Tobirama, with his sharp analytical mind, couldn't help but voice this thought out loud.
"After observing their movements closely, I noticed that the clan members were only able to perform this impressive feat with fire. This suggests that they possess a high fire affinity, making them masters of fire-based jutsu. Furthermore, I could sense a distinct chakra flow in the leader's body when executing the technique, indicating that it requires fire nature transformation. This type of transformation is typically difficult to achieve, but these clan members seem to possess an extremely high level of fire affinity." "In addition to their fire skills, I also observed their taijutsu abilities and was impressed by their proficiency. In fact, their techniques were on par with the famous gentle fist style, suggesting that they are highly skilled in combat. This further solidifies my belief that the clan are Taijustu specialists like the hyuga clan." Tobirama's revelation captured Hashirama's full attention, as he too became curious about this mysterious clan.
Tobirama confidently announced, "I have successfully obtained an invitation to the clan from their leader. I had made sure to commit the groups leader's chakra signature to my memory, which will allow us to easily track the clan when the time comes." His impressive sensory skills were on full display as he spoke.
Hashirama couldn't contain his laughter as he spoke, "Hahahahahaha! When the time is right, we should definitely pay a visit to this clan. I'm dying to learn more about their secrets." He couldn't help but tease his brother, who was looking rather smug and confident at the moment. As he waved his hands excitedly, the letter he had been holding onto for dear life slipped from his grasp and landed squarely on Tobirama's knee.
As soon as the letter landed on Tobirama's leg, Hashirama sprang into action without a moment's hesitation. Ignoring the curious glances from other clan members gathered in the senju clan base, he swiftly made his way out of his house. It was clear that something urgent had happened. The rest of the clan members were left bewildered, but their questions were soon answered when they saw Tobirama emerging from Hashirama's house. His sword was drawn and his voice echoed through the air as he frantically called out to his brother. It was obvious that their Clan head had done something and was going to get hounded by Tobirama.
'It was probably gambling'
Was the conclusion all the clan members came to as they went on to complete their tasks ignoring the shout For help coming from Hashirama as he ran seriously with Tobirama on his tail