Safehouse
One of Kinkaku's weapons was a fan of some kind. It was interesting, as it was similar to the Bashōsen of legend. There was a chance it was the legendary fabled treasured tool of the Sage of Six Paths. It would be foolish to leave it there on the chance that it could be. Plus, it would serve nicely as a trophy, a trophy to his freedom and victory... Yes, he would take the fan. Tobirama picked up the fan, inspecting the colors and design. It looks like he has another weapon to add to his collection. Artifact or not, it was now his. Tobirama's prize for a plan well executed.
The fake body was already in place and dressed up to match the scene. Tobirama needed to leave now. There wasn't much of a question of 'where was he going to go?' because he had already planned ahead for this. He had prepared a safe-house for himself, near the Valley of End. He smiled to himself as he tightened his grip on the fan and disappeared from the grisly aftermath of battle.
Only for Tobirama to reappear in the safe-house he had prepared ahead of time. The safe house wasn't anything too special but was hidden and secure. Seals prevented other people from entering and seeing the entrance. He would be safe here. The place only consisted of a bed and some other pieces of furniture. Copies of his notes were in a small box near by his bed. There were many other boxes as well, most of the safe-house was filled with them which made rather cramped. Tobirama needed all these boxes however, as they were filled with food, water, ninja supplies and equipment for his future experiments. He could handle cramped quarters as he wasn't going to be staying here forever. Tobirama only planned to be here for a few months to help fabricate the idea he was dead. He carefully placed the bashōsen fan on a box close to the bed before removing the box of notes off the bed and onto the floor. Originally, Tobirama just wanted to relax, but exhaustion was hitting him now that the leftover adrenaline was wearing off. Tobirama smiled before climbing in bed.
Tomorrow would be the first day of the rest of his life and Tobirama was looking forward to it.
When Tobirama woke up, he was confused for a few moments. This wasn't his residence in Konohagakure, which threw him off. Had he been captured? No that didn't seem right at all. Then the events of yesterday came flooding back to him. He remembered the Hokage Escort Team, the carnage of battle and the trophy fan. Tobirama didn't dream the events of yesterday, it had all been real. It took a little while for that to finally set in. Tobirama sat up and yawned, he was still tired from the events of yesterday but he needed something to eat. He lazily got out of bed before going over to one of the boxes and opening it. Inside was an assortment of pickled food in jars.
At least, Tobirama didn't have to worry about going hungry during these next few months.