4 Meeting Hashirama

Currently, Mukuro was sparring with Madara and Izuna in a one v one v one situation while their father watched from the side. They weren't using any weapons or jutsus and were fighting using pure taijutsu. Mukuro was using his sharingan that had one tomoe while Izuna and Madara were trying their best to hit him.

Mukuro pursued speed and agility but would also improve his strength with his training. This resulted in Madara and Izuna having more strength than him, yet he was faster than them. They were barely able to land a punch due to Mukuro being much faster than them and the sharingan allowed him to read their movements.

Yet, Mukuro knew that he had to finish the fight early as the two had better endurance than him and his usage of the Sharingan started taking a toll. This was because Izuna was the most talented in kenjutsu and had a sturdier body while Madara was Madara. Mukuro didn't think that he could beat Madara if he also had awakened his Sharingan. In the past few months, Mukuro had come to terms with his new life and had sorted out the two memories. He still had his feelings and relationships due to the original Uchiha Mukuro, but he also had the memories of the other world.

A kick to his head brought Mukuro out of his thoughts. Seeing Izuna follow up with a punch, he grabbed his arm and threw him at Madara using his momentum. Madara was surprised to see Izuna fall onto him, causing him to have a delayed reaction. Still he knew that he was still able to dodge. What he didn't expect was for Izuna's speed to abruptly increase as his youngest brother was kicked onto him.

Tajima started clapping and laughed,

"Well done, Mukuro and the two of you have also improved, able to push Mukuro who has awakened his sharingan to this extent."

After giving a few pointers, Tajima left the three who were still gasping for breath.

"You've gotten stronger, Mukuro."

"So have you, elder brother. Even you, Izuna."

Patting his little brother's head, Izuna gave a pout and swiped his hand away.

"Don't give me that look, I'm still a year younger than you."

Madara and Mukuro started laughing seeing Izuna get more and more embarrassed. Madara watched the two interact as he thought back to what he and his new best friend/rival talked about,

"We will get stronger and create a place where kids don't have to kill each other."

Madara's thoughts were masked as he deeply looked at his two younger brothers. He clenched his fist as a determined look surfaced. Mukuro noticed this as he looked away and started teasing Izuna. Madara then excused himself as Izuna looked at his retreating figure,

"Elder brother likes to visit the river a lot."

Mukuro didn't say anything as a playful smile appeared on his face and he once more patted Izuna's head. The latter slapped his hand away and turned around to retort but all he got was Mukuro crouching down and pulling his pants down.

"Wha-!"

Izuna's face flushed red as a scream left his mouth,

"Mukuro-nii-san!"

Quickly pulling his pants up, he looked only to see that his brother had disappeared. Stomping his feet, tears threatened to come out as he went to the other side of the training ground with determination crossing his face,

'I will make him pay…'

Mukuro saw through Izuna's childish resolve with a small smile. Turning around, his smile disappeared as he made his way in the direction Madara disappeared in. When he arrived, he saw two figures sitting on a cliff talking about their dreams. The conversation aligned with the anime except for one thing, he was still alive. He heard Madara's voice,

"…If that settlement could be built here, then I would watch over my brothers and protect them…"

Mukuro felt a warm feeling in his heart as he heard the two speaking. He looked at the boy that was with his brother, Senju Hashirama, the boy that would later be called, God of Shinobi.

Hashirama had black hair that was bowl-cut in style, hanging around his face. His attire consisted of a dark kimono shirt and a traditional pinstriped kimono pants.

The boy seemed to feel that someone was staring at him as he turned around with a sharp look,

"Who's there?!"

Madara had also turned around but was shocked to see the person that made his appearance,

"M-Mukuro?"

"You know him Madara?"

Madara nodded as sweat dripped down his face,

"He is my little brother,"

Mukuro smiled seeing his brother's nervousness. Seeing this smile, Madara felt slight relieved knowing that Mukuro wouldn't rat him out. Mukuro walked next to them as he looked at Hashirama,

"Let's introduce ourselves, my name is Mukuro."

"My name Hashirama, Nice to meet you."

Not giving your surname to a stranger was an unofficial shinobi law. Mukuro knew this and just stayed silent. Looking at his simple expression, he could tell that Hashirama was just like the anime, a hyper individual that can immediately sulk and return to his jolly expression like flipping the pages in a book. Looking at the ground that Konohagakure would be later be founded upon, Mukuro opened his mouth,

"That dreams of yours, it's stupid."

Hearing the blunt opinion of Mukuro, the two were shocked while Hashirama started sulking. Seeing this, Mukuro continued,

"Yet, it isn't a bad dream…"

Hashirama stopped sulking as he looked at Mukuro,

"…You two need to be careful, it would be terrible if you're flagged as enemy spies. I will do what I can to help you guys realise this dream…"

"Mukuro."

Madara looked at his younger brother's back as he smiled. The moment was broken with a single voice,

"M-*sniff*-Mukuro, you're *sniff* a nice guy…"

Seeing the wet eyes and nose currently present on Hashirama, Mukuro once more wondered how he would be called the god of shinobi.

"Elder brother, you've made a lame friend, haven't you?"

"Huh?"

Madara started laughing while Hashirama looked surprised by the sudden tease. Mukuro didn't give the boy a chance to think as he shook his head and ran towards the edge, jumping down the cliff, leaving the two alone. Moving away from the cliff, he went back to the main Uchiha base to get back to training.

The next day, Mukuro woke up and washed himself. It seemed that some habits from his other life had also carried on, one was the need to brush his teeth and have a bath every day. It wasn't the cleanest place but the need for hygiene was also there. Going downstairs, he saw that Madara was also there and it seemed like he was waiting for him,

"Mukuro, thanks for yesterday."

Mukuro just shook his head while Madara continued,

"I want a place where your lives aren't at risk…"

"I do to, but for that we need to be strong, stronger than everyone."

It seemed that instead of talking to Madara, he was talking to himself. Mukuro himself had no goal in mind but being a co-founder of Konoha wasn't a bad goal. It wasn't like those transmigrator novels in his other life where the main character had changed. He was still Uchiha Mukuro deep inside, but he was also the being he was in the other life. It was simple yet complicated. He still had his love for his family, loyalty to the clan, the inborn arrogance of an Uchiha and the pride of their eyes yet he was also the person that watched how this world would play out in the future.

For now, him saying anything about this would cause more harm than good and to properly rid this world of wars he would have to wait, wait for the destined child to be born. He did believe in one thing; a common enemy would bring the world together. Yet he also knew that it wasn't the right way to bring peace, but it is what it is. Even in peaceful times there would be conflict.

All he wanted to do was to create a safe haven for his clansmen, one where children wouldn't grow up in conflict. Although it was stated that the sharingan would awaken due to intense hate, it could also awaken due to the strong desire to protect. As his resolve grew alongside his desire to protect, another tomoe appeared in his eyes.