To Raise a Village

"Brother, isn't that your jutsu?" Hashirama was both concerned and amused in equal measure. That jutsu was one of Tobirama's pride and joys, second only to the Hiraishin. How had the little Uzumaki known it let alone master it? Hell, that he could pull it off spoke volumes.

"Yes. It is." Tobirama went from confused the seething in rage once it registered in his brain what had transpire. That was impossible. He never met the child in his life! There's no way he could've seen it to copy! But he had touched the damn scroll.

The Uchiha glared venomously at his counterpart, savagely elbowing him in the ribs before hitting him upside the head. "Seriously?! You couldn't fucking wait to show off?! Aren't I supposed to be the jutsu thief?!"

Said show off wheezed and rubbed his head as he gave Sasuke his own death glare. "It was in the scroll! All I did was peak at it! It's right there how could I resist?!" That got him yet another hit but from the female of the group.

"You didn't ask to look first of all and then you use his own jutsu in front of him and expect him to react well?! You absolute IDIOT!" Hashirama winced as the pinkette drove her fist down again on to her friend's already abused head. Sure, Naruto bad been perhaps a bit rude even by shinobi standards but that didnt deserve breaking his head open on the office floor. Hashirama also didn't want to find out how much of a pain cleaning blood up would be in the office...

Why did he feel like he was looking at Tobirama and Madara whenever they ganged up on him when looking at them?

The albino in question had been counting back from one hundred and taking deep breaths in order to calm himself down. They're children. Perhaps not even sixteen yet. He doesn't know that he's wrong but he can hope. He can't get so easily riled up by childish antics... It simply looks bad for him and the village as one of its leaders. Instead he decided to focus on the very important sentence the boy had said.

He couldn't make regular bunshin. Too much chakra, the boy said. He focused again on the blond, frowning as he did so. He wasn't even the slightest drained from using the kage bunshin. The only other people he believe could pull it off would be his elder brother and Madara. Mayhaps Touka when at her prime or Izuna had he lived.

"What do you mean too much chakra?" It was a task and a half to keep his voice steady. He pointedly ignored the proud thumbs up that his elder brother sent his way, resisting the urge to flick him off in retaliation.

"Can't put that little chakra into it. Hell, I can't do genjutsu at all! Trust me, I've been trying for YEARS. They come out looking dead and useless when I try it. Too hard." Tobirama's lips pursed together as he thought but the boy wasn't done. "Someone once described it as, uh, trying to get a spoon of water from a waterfall? Do that make any sense?"

It did. It painfully did. It made perfect sense. If the boy had too much chakra and couldn't put that minuscule amount into the jutsu it would never happen as it should. His jutsu, kage bunshin, was the one if the best options then when told to create a bunshin. And he had managed to pull it off with a quick peek in his scroll. What is he? An idiot savant? Tobirama wanted to call bullshit but he had no proof beyond the ridiculous fact that the kid simply didn't have time to read it when he took it for the kawarimi.

Then again he never did specifically say what kind of bunshin after all. At least none of them blew them up... That was something Madara would do and he had a feeling this one would as well. But the state of his chakra and chakra control made the scientist in him curious.

"What about a henge?" The reaction from Sakura and Sasuke was alarming to say the least. It was as if he had given him permission to let loose hell upon the village. Naruto didn't stand a chance in hell from their onslaught. They actually knocked him out. "... Why?"

It was Sasuke who snapped at him, glaring as if he just killed his fucking puppy in cold blood. Oh he is definitely an Uchiha. "He has two very specific henge techniques that if I ever see again in my lifetime whatever is responsible for provoking it will be burned alive, brought back, and burned alive again."

"Aw it can't be that---" The great God of Shinobi shut up faster than Tobirama could move using Hiraishin at the looks the teens gave him. Whatever the jutsu they apparently are talking about are in fact just that bad.

Judging from the obvious abilities they showed off just moments ago it was safe to stay that they did not need to continue with the academy decided test. They were above genin at least. To see just how high on the chain of command they were would require further testing and the physical sort. So no more genin bullshit.

It might just truly piss Tobirama off if it continued.

As it stood in this very moment the Senju wanted them gone. Out. Far away from him as humanly possible in this village since his brother made it quite obvious they weren't going to throw the highly capable (thus highly dangerous) orphans out. They've proven so far to be nothing short of migraine causing nightmares that apparently have no impulse control and are prone to fits of violence. The clans and civilians give him enough problems already... It didn't take a genius to see how they would cause even more chaos.

"Give them their headbands and tell Madara to come collect his brat." Was all he said as he collected his scroll, his paperwork and any other scattered research papers on his desk before walking out of the office. He was done for the day. It took everything in his not to snap at being made a fool of by them.

And if he stepped on the little shit on his way out...

Oops.
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"I'm not sure if any of that was an act or not but I do hope it isn't a common occurrence." Sakura winced as the Shodai spoke. It was equals parts amused but also somehow managed to sound disappointing as well. Luckily the tone had the intended effects.

"We are terribly sorry about him." She said with a low bow. "He unfortunately has a habit of acting before he thinks when someone rubs him the wrong way. Normally he isn't like this I swear."

Hashirama hummed, looking at them thoughtfully. She could only guess at what was going through his mind now and she hoped it wasn't anything too awful or assuming they're a troublemaker group. The last thing they needed was more eyes on them, scrutinizing their every move.

"Well, I'll take your word for it!" There was the bright happy-go-lucky smile she had learned to associate with the man. "Though you may want to wake Naruto-kun up if possible. You three may have pressed the academy standards but that doesn't quite adequately rank you now does it? Not after your friend pulled off one of my brother's personal favorites he made himself."

Sasuke whispered something in his partner's ear that caused him to awaken immediately. Once he realized whatever was said was not true he quickly started sulking. Acting like a child that made him feel something in his chest that he hasn't felt for a long time. A childish child... Oh, it's longing. Hashirama wanted to trust them, he really did, but now that he had the village to take care off he knew he couldn't be overly so, even when children are involved, and it hurt. Not when other villages are being formed all over the continent in retaliation.

"That being said we can't simply let yous run off into the village alone until then. The safety of both shinobi and civilians within these walls is paramount."

They all winced, even the recently awakened Uzumaki. At least they didn't have to hide too much since they failed miserably at being 'average' for their age but now they had more eyes on them than they wanted. The eldest of the Senju brother seemed to pick up on their discomfort, quickly trying to soften the blow to them. They are, after all, simply very talented children with unfortunate luck as far as he knows and it will be that way until proven otherwise.

"Don't worry! We aren't going to make you do it today. Tomorrow may be best after all. It'll give my brother some time to cool off as well as allow Madara to finish his business and you three to rest!" He chuckled, standing up to guide them out of the office. "And a tour would be good for yous, if your journey wasn't too exhausting. It wouldn't do for you to get lost in your new home now would it? Let me send a little bird to my dear friend and we can get started!"

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Madara, meanwhile, was twitching and doing every deep breathing exercise that he could think of to keep himself from snapping. Halfway through all the records of the clan and there was nothing. There was jack all on any possible links to one Uchiha Sasuke. The brat had quite literally popped into existence from nowhere. No hint, no links, nothing. All bodies accounted for then burned. No missing children.

Hikaku was on the opposite side of the table doing his best not to express his despair at the lack of information to guide them. Everything was crystal clean and cut to perfect. No loose ends to pull at that could unravel the secret before them. It was maddening. If he had any less self respect and self restraint he would've smashed his head into a wall by now. He's quite sure that his cousin would have scorched an entirely new set of training grounds or housing districts if it wouldn't raise questions about what set him off.

This Sasuke boy will be the death of them both at this rate. It was only a matter of time before the Hokage called Madara back to take his new charge and find him a place to stay. A new face, one with only one eye, will be noted quickly thus rumors will be swimming until the clan head calls a meeting. A meeting they both know must happen but they're truly dreading it only because of the migraine that will spawn from it.

They were just about to start again from their little impromptu break when a small tweet and the sound of a bird pecking on glass distracted them. It was one of Hashirama's choice messenger birds. A little sparrow that Hikaku has only ever seen deliver personal messages to Madara around the village. He once saw one of his fellow clan members try to take the note to deliver it themselves only to walk away noteless and almost fingerless. The bird, Mochi if he recalls correctly, hates everyone that isn't Hashirama or Madara. Hell, he's sure that the bird favors Madara even above its owner.

Said Uchiha got up with a sigh, knowing full well that the time has come for the inevitable. He took the small note from the bird after he let it in, allowing it to perch on his shoulder like usual as he read. He read it once. Then twice. Then started snickering then laughing. He couldn't say anything as he tossed the note to Hikaku for him to read.

'Help. Tobi ditched. Meet at favorite tea house. -Hashi'

Hikaku could only sigh. How hard could handling three children be? Honestly. When Madara finally regained controll of his senses he waved at his cousin then started for the door. "Carry on the search. The brats passed the basics and if Tobirama left that means that one of them or all three managed to get under his skin. I'll return later with the little headache."

The younger Uchiha sighed while nodding. Of course he would have to continue. All or nothing, they couldn't leave any room for possibilities. "Have a good time, Madara-sama."

The chuckle he heard as the other walked out the door sent shivers down his back. He did not envy Hashirama now or anyone that got caught up in Madara's mood for chaos.

"Oh I intend to."