"Mm, thank you, Aunt Chisato. I never expected Lord Hashirama to be like such an old child in private. The contrast is huge."
Chisato could not help but laugh. "Torikaze and I have seen this side of him since we were little, so we're used to it by now. He's always gentle with his family."
Seeing such a family, Chisato could not help but feel deeply envious.
It was not that her childhood had been particularly painful; she simply rarely had family around to keep her company.
Her father had to find a way forward for the Ouyashiro Clan and lead the family's development.
So he rarely had the time to look after his own child.
Chisato usually stayed at home with her grandfather.
But that did not mean her father did not love her. On the contrary, whenever Oyakashiro Homura had free time, he did his utmost to make up for the fatherly love Chisato had lacked.
But because of the clan's development, they certainly did not have a family atmosphere as warm and harmonious as the Windcloud Clan's.
That was why Chisato felt somewhat envious.
"Alright, everyone, stop chatting for now. Get ready, wash your hands, and eat."
After Torikaze called out, Tobirama Senju snapped his fingers.
A stream of water appeared out of thin air, swirled around everyone's hands once, and then vanished.
"This saves more time. Hurry and take your seats. I'm getting a little hungry."
Hashirama smiled and shook his head. "You're always so impatient. I wonder who you got that temperament from. Neither Father nor Mother was like you."
Tobirama Senju did not care. "I am who I am. There's no need to be like anyone else. I've been a maverick for so many years; a little longer makes no difference."
Hashirama was helpless,