August 15, Konoha.
All of Konoha bustled with activity.
"Keep at it! Your potential goes far beyond this! Every second counts. Release your chakra like I do—like this!"
Hashirama Senju laughed heartily at the man in front of him, then clapped his hands together. "Wood Release: House-Building Jutsu!"
Crack, crack!
Countless thick roots burst from the ground, and rows upon rows of wooden houses sprouted from the earth in the blink of an eye.
"Lord First, I... I really don't have anything left..."
Beside him, Tenzo (Yamato) looked sickly, his hands trembling as he formed hand seals.
He had only himself to blame for showing off and saying he wanted to work alongside the First.
Now he didn't even have enough chakra left to grow a single house...
Yamato felt he had reached his limit. If he tried to squeeze anything more out of his body now, it wouldn't be chakra. It would be blood.
"Hey, having less chakra is all the more reason to study how to use it properly. I finally have a younger shinobi who can use Wood Release. I have to teach you well!"
Hashirama, on the other hand, was thrilled. He knew himself better than anyone. Hadn't the reason he never took a disciple back then been that there was no one who could inherit his Wood Release?
As for other ninjutsu, Hashirama knew his own limitations. Tobirama was a much better teacher than he was.
Meanwhile, the craftsmen who had traveled all the way from the Land of Waves, led here by the Konoha ninja, were dumbstruck. Good grief, was this how a major village like Konoha built houses?
Two ninja clapped their hands, and houses grew out of the ground?
"No wonder we're poor. Our craftsmanship can't hold a candle to what these