"The First is indeed reasonable." Orochimaru said with a smile.
Though he was speaking, the hand seals in his hands did not cease, and his attention remained fixed on Senju Tobirama to guard against any sudden attack. At the same time, he thought to himself, The First, Senju Hashirama... this man truly is unfathomable. Just sitting here, he gives me a sense of palpitations. Are the Three Gods really all monsters?
After thinking for a moment, Senju Hashirama said, "Before I begin, there's something else I'd like to ask. Since Madara has been resurrected, where is Uchiha Shin?"
Orochimaru narrowed his eyes slightly. "The God of Time and Space? We had no news of him before we came here, but he may very well be on the battlefield now. Perhaps we'll see him once we arrive there."
"I understand." Hashirama nodded and fell into thought. "Where should I start... Ah, let's begin with the era we lived in."
"The era we were born into was the chaotic Warring States Period. It's difficult for you to imagine what things were like then. There was no order at all—nothing but chaos and slaughter.
Battle was the language through which ninja communicated. Death was an everyday sight. The law of the jungle was a daily custom. Pain was as ordinary as breathing.
In that despairing world, we were born.
I was born into the Senju of the Forest, the greatest clan of that era, as the clan head's son. From childhood, I witnessed far too much slaughter and helplessness. I wanted to change that chaotic world, but my ideas were not accepted by the elders. Until one day, by the river, I met two friends about my age—Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Shin, as they would later become."