The Senju Family

After handing Danzo over to the Velociraptor, Tobirama Senju did not look back once more at the disciple he had personally defeated.

The Velociraptor quickly surrounded him, pinning down Danzo's soul with their claws and dragging him towards the Animal Path Realm. Danzo's aged face was filled with resentment and fear, but Tobirama no longer wanted to look at him.

He was going to find Hashirama.

On the grassland at night, Tobirama walked on the grass, his gaze sweeping over the neat rows of small houses around him.

The houses seemed to have been mass-produced, with uniform specifications and styles, arranged neatly in rows. Each one was a small single room, enough for a soul to inhabit.

That was part of the "system" that Naruto equipped every soul in the Pure Land who was qualified to live there.

The system was simple, with only three functions: it allowed users to buy daily necessities, store their belongings, and check their currency balance in the Pure Land. This small house, then, was the basic living space that every soul was entitled to enjoy.

Simple, practical, and fair.

Tobirama thought this arrangement was excellent, as it aligned perfectly with his understanding of order.

He continued walking, heading Hashirama the direction of sensing Hashirama's chakra.

Then he stopped.

What's going on?

Tobirama stood frozen in place, his eyes widening slightly as he stared at the scene before him in bewilderment.

What appeared before him was not one of those standard small single rooms.

Instead, it is a two-story, elegant detached villa with a charming courtyard.

The exterior walls are white, the window frames are dark, and there are several pots of unidentified small flowers on the second-floor balcony. There is a small stone bridge in the courtyard, under which is an artificial pond, and a few ornamental saplings are planted in the corner of the courtyard.

Tobirama stood at the courtyard gate, not taking a step for a long time.

Did the eldest brother build it himself?

The thought first crossed his mind. Hashirama's Wood Release could indeed build houses, but—what difference was there between that and using a tank's firing mechanism to light a cigarette?

Moreover, could his elder brother's Wood Release achieve this level of skill? Tobirama carefully observed the villa before him. The exquisitely carved window frames, the elegant curves of the eaves, and every detail in the courtyard revealed meticulous care.

No, that's not right. My brother's Wood Release can't achieve that level of detail.

That guy's Wood Release is for fighting, for creating giant trees, and for unleashing large-scale Ninjutsu, not for carving window decorations or building small bridges.

With a sense of Tobirama, Tobirama stepped into the courtyard.

He walked across the small stone bridge, the sound of flowing water beneath his feet. He crossed the courtyard, climbed the steps, and pushed open the villa door.

Then, he heard the sounds coming from inside.

A noisy, enthusiastic voice, brimming with pride.

"After that, the Ninja no longer fought for their clans, but for their villages! The Warring States Period came to a complete end!"

That was Hashirama's voice, full of energy and animated; just by listening, you could imagine him gesturing wildly.

"I, Hashirama Senju, known to posterity as the God of Shinobi, the First Hokage! Even today, I am Daimyo in world history!"

"Wow--!"

Two childish voices rang out simultaneously, filled with admiration and amazement.

"Big brother is amazing!"

"I knew my brother could do it!"

Tobirama stood in the doorway and saw Hashirama sitting at a low table in the living room, gesturing with his hands, his face bearing that familiar, excited expression that would appear when he got excited while Tobirama.

Opposite Hashirama, two small figures sat on the ground, looking up at him with shining eyes.

There were two children, who looked to be only seven or eight years old.

A boy with light-colored hair and black eyes was listening intently, his chin resting on his hand.

The other one, with black and white hair, was currently staring with her mouth open, her face filled with adoration.

The two children sat on the ground, looking up at their older brother, as if a father were telling his children about his glorious deeds.

But that wasn't a father-child relationship; those two children were their younger brother.

Itama Senju. Kawakama Senju.

Tobirama felt as if something was blocking his throat.

Of course he remembered them. He remembered what they looked like when they were little, how they died on the battlefield, and how his older brother held their bodies and wept bitterly.

They died too young.

They were too young to grow up, too young to see the world clearly, too young for their lives to end before they were even in childhood.

Therefore, in the Pure Land, they still look the same.

They were still those two small, adorable brothers whose eyes would light up when their older brother told them stories.

"Second Brother!" Two childish voices rang out at the same time, filled with surprise and joy.

Itama Senju and Kawakama Senju spotted Tobirama standing at Tobirama door, immediately scrambled to their feet, and ran over to him.

They ran up to Tobirama, tilted their heads back, and tried to make out the figure that, in their memories, was about the same height as them, but now seemed towering.

Two little faces were filled with joy and anticipation. "Second brother, can you tell me your story after we die?"

Itama blinked his dark eyes, his voice filled with the curiosity and longing unique to a child. "Big brother is really amazing! He actually ended the war!"

Kawarama nodded repeatedly, his black and white hair swaying gently with his movements.

Tobirama looked down at his two younger brothers, and a smile slowly appeared on his cold face. The smile was gentle, but it carried a warmth he had never felt before.

He felt a deep pity and guilt towards his two younger brothers.

As the second elder brother, he was always very strict with them during his lifetime, always demanding that they cultivate diligently, and always lecturing them with a stern face...

Looking back now, if he had known they would leave so soon, he would have treated them much better.

"Of course."

Tobirama, his voice tinged with a hint of indulgence he himself didn't realize. "While I may not be as powerful as my elder brother, I have still left a significant mark on posterity."

His gaze lingered on the two innocent little faces.

"However, let me talk to my older brother first." Itama and Kawarama nodded sensibly and obediently stepped aside.

Tobirama approached Hashirama and asked in a low voice, "Brother, what's going on?"

"How about that? Pretty impressive, right?"

Hashirama responded with a smile, his face filled with smugness and satisfaction. "To be honest, I'm quite envious. The power of creation is far superior to the power of destruction."

"What?"

"I bought this."

Hashirama explained, "Using the Pure Land's currency. How convenient! It uses the same currency as the real world, only it can only exist within the system."

As he spoke, he opened his Pure Land Terminal, brought up the simple interface with only three functions, and then opened the "Currency Quantity" column.

Tobirama's gaze fell on that, and then his expression completely changed.

The balance Hashirama is --568,130,139 taels.

Five hundred and sixty-eight million, one hundred and thirty-one million taels.

Tobirama's eyes widened, and an unusual expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

What's going on? My brother never had this much money in his wallet before he died!

Tobirama had, of course, checked his bank balance. It was a dismal zero; he didn't have a single copper coin.

He thought he needed to start earning money all over again in the Pure Land, accumulating wealth from scratch. After all, this is the afterlife; how could he possibly bring his worldly riches with him? But what's going on, brother?

"The administrator of the Pure Land is such a kind person," Hashirama continued, his tone filled with gratitude and admiration.

"Look here, this money is all my reward." He pointed to the details on the terminal and explained them to Tobirama one by one.

"Establishing Konoha and ending the war—that alone will cost 500 million ryo."

Tobirama's brow twitched.

"And this too, forgiveness for the Uchiha Clan —30 million ryo."

Tobirama's eye twitched.

"Look, even something as small as helping an elderly person cross the street can earn you 100 taels of silver, hahaha!"

Hashirama laughed, a smile as pure as a child's. "Does doing good deeds earn you more money in the Pure Land? That's wonderful..."

His voice gradually became more wistful. "In this way, future generations will choose the path of kindness while they are alive. Doing good deeds can earn you money, which you can still use after you die—what a wonderful incentive!"

Tobirama remained silent, unsure of what to say.

He certainly understood the meaning behind this logic—using reward mechanisms to encourage people to do good and using economic means to guide the soul towards goodness.

However, looking at his elder brother's balance of over 500 million, and then at his own pitiful 0, he felt a subtle sense of imbalance.

Just then, Hashirama suddenly changed the subject, his tone becoming somewhat guilty.

"But with so much money, I'm really tempted to take a gamble..."

He scratched his head, a slightly embarrassed smile appearing on his face. "I wonder when Pure Land will build a casino or something..."

"Uh, this kind of thing seems to be considered a wrongdoing, right? If I do it, I'll probably get fined, right?"

He sighed. "Sigh, it seems like Tsunade will be very disappointed when she runs into me again. I was hoping to play a couple of games with her..."