The night of peace.

When the treaty was officially signed, the celebration was held, where everyone was enjoying themselves. Children were running around and their mothers were cooking for the night feast. I was sitting in the corner under the tree, observing and bathing in this peaceful atmosphere. All of the men set somewhere under the trees in the shade and did whatever they wanted. Playing some board games, sparing, tending their weapons, conversing with each other and some decided to take it completely easy and were sound asleep.

'No more war. It is truly great. No more children will become orphans.' I can't say that my time in the orphanage was bad. No, it was a good one. Our nannies were kind, we had good clothes and toys, but the loss of the parents is not a hole that you can fill with glitter. I was one of those few kids who could still remember faces of my kind, beautiful mom and silly, honest and caring dad. It wasn't easy to overcome the loneliness that I felt even after I was adopted and gained a new family.

The only thing that connected me to my parents was that scroll, but it would never open and eventually, I gave up. I have read every book possible and practised my magic. I did everything I could and had many titles like 'The Grand Researcher', 'The Strongest Being' and ' The Crown Princes'.

Well, the last one was annoying... I never wanted to be the one on the throne. I have two, kind step-brothers. One is a year younger than me and the other 5 years older. I also have an elder sister. So you see, many worthy candidates were present, but who was chosen? Me!

It was actually connected to my second title of the strongest. If didn't try so hard in every aspect magic, was too diligent in classes about manners and other noble things and didn't have that photographic memory, I probably wouldn't be chosen... I guess it was partially my fault?

While I was thinking, a group of children around 5-8 years olds came up to me.

"Hey, do you really have wings?"

"Can you fly?"

"Dad said that you save him, are you like super strong?"

"Do you want to play?"

They bombardier me by their endless question and some were pulling my clothes in their direction so that I answered their question first. I never felt so happy back in my world. I tried answering to their chatter and soon I made my wings appear. Children were screaming in excitement and I ended up giving each and every one of them a ride on my back. In the end, all of the children were gathered around me. We played tug-of-war, hide-and-seek, just a normal tag and capture the flag.

'Thank you! If it wasn't for you, my teacher that was in charge of my physical condition (who took everything way too seriously and my morning exercises were turned into spartan training of all sorts), I would not be able to keep up with their demands. Their mothers were looking really jolly and just silently observed us from the place where they were cooking. It was around noon and I could no longer entertain those mini-generators of energy. I sat back under the tree, exhausted and probably seeing my condition, mothers took their kids away. Thanks.

"You seem to have fun." A voice came from behind. He sat next to me with no armour. It was no longer needed. Well at least for now.

"Yeah. It was awhile since I was able to play like this." It has been a long time since I had that many people around me, who were here just to play, not some political gathering or discussion. I truly enjoyed every bit of this.

"How is Izuna?"

"He still won't talk to me even after I apologised to him. It seems that he is angry, but not because of the injury, but because he thinks, I looked down on him at the beginning of the fight a few days ago." Tobirama smiled wryly.

"It'll settle later."

"I know." He looked up and stared at the majestic, cotton clouds and looked a little more relaxed. "It feels as if a mountain was lifted from my shoulders that I didn't even know I was carrying. Thank you." He suddenly stated.

"I didn't do much. That illusion had a chance of being a failure. So it was actually kinda dangerous to use." I decided to confess but hid the fact that only I would be in danger since it was directly connected to my brain. If something was to go wrong... I would probably be unconscious for around a month. Well, the worst-case scenario is death, but my body heals itself really quick, so I wouldn't die.

His face gained that deadpan look, "So you were putting yourself in danger."

"No, I wasn't!" I tried to deny.

"Lier." He stated and I couldn't even refute his words. Sheesh, he is a sharp-tongued...

We sat there in silence and soon other two also joined in. We chatted a little more and laughed at the stories from their past and my travels.

"Sensei, the feast is ready. Everyone is waiting for the clan heads to come." A teenager came up to us. His name was... Fukushū, I think. The three of them stood up and walked away. Fukushū followed, but before he left he took a quick glance at me. "Hn."

'That was weird....'

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The party was going on until almost midnight. I was offered to join. When I came over to the side where girls were chatting, I was given some juice and food, but I had to refuse the later. It was mostly dishes with meat or eggs and I couldn't eat that. I tried to explain it to them saying that I have a special diet and all. God bless them. As soon as I said the word 'diet' they all looked with understanding. Looks like even in this world, girls will be girls.

"Everyone! I hope you enjoyed the celebration!" Hashirama and Madara were now standing in the middle of the crowd, "Soon we will start building your village, where all of us will be one big family. I hope that all of you will give it your whole during that stage! "

Loud cheers were heard from each and every corner of the field in the middle of the forest. Madara cleared his throat, "Let us make this village the very first village of shinobi!" And walked away. Hashirama's face was full of smiles as he followed.

"Let's have a final touch done by me." I formed different small patterns on my hand and soon I had over a dozen shapes drawn by my mana. "Here we go!"

One by one, beautiful, humongous designs bloomed in the night sky. And the last ones were two symbols of Senju and Uchiha clans. Everyone stared at the sky, admiring every bit of this display.

We soon ended the party and went to sleep.