Hashirama Senju was dead.
All of Konoha was shrouded in grief.
To the villagers of this village, Hashirama Senju had been like a pillar supporting them. It was because of Hashirama Senju that they had a place to call home.
At Hashirama Senju's funeral, nearly every Konoha villager attended. Ninjas from every clan came to the cemetery, dressed in black, placing white flowers one after another before the First Hokage's tombstone.
"I miss Grandpa..."
Little Tsunade wiped the tears from her little face.
"Death is not the end of life."
Shirou Emiya stood at the front, holding the little girl's hand. His gaze rested on the portrait surrounded by white flowers as he spoke calmly. "As long as Konoha still exists, Hashirama's name will live forever in these people's hearts. They will remember Hashirama Senju, the First Hokage who ended the Warring States Period, and their descendants will remember the founder of Konoha..."
"Human life is always terribly short."
"In order to make their lives last longer, humans instinctively make many efforts. Some people will go to any lengths to prolong their lifespan, even seeking immortality. Others choose to let things more precious than themselves remain behind..."
"Such as children who carry on their bloodline..."
"Such as a will passed down through the spirit..."
Shirou Emiya's voice was calm and solemn, echoing in the ears of those around him. "As long as someone remembers his name, as long as someone remembers his achievements in bringing peace to the Warring States Period, Hashirama has not truly died. He still lives in this world..."
"I'll always remember Grandpa..."
Little Tsunade gritted her tiny teeth. Her large eyes became firm and resolute, and her little hand tightly grasped Shirou Emiya's ice-cold finger.
"..."
The Konoha Ninjas could not help but shed tears as