Today was Little Tsunade's second birthday, and the Senju Compound was bustling with preparations.
Even Hashirama remembered that he was a grandfather... and stayed home to help organize things.
"Hey, hey, hey! Izuna, Izuna! That streamer doesn't go there!"
"Madara! Stop slacking off! Hurry up and carry these things inside!"
"Dave! Stop playing around over there! Go help your aunt and Tsukimi in the kitchen!"
With his hands on his hips, Hashirama barked his orders with confidence. There was only one reason for that: Little Tsunade was peeking out from behind him, watching with her big eyes...
Izuna gave Hashirama a helpless look, then leaped up to take the streamer off the roof and hang it in the bathroom over there instead...
Madara shot the idiot a cold look. Today was Little Tsunade's birthday, and this idiot was her grandfather. Fine. He would settle this tomorrow.
Dave was speechless... and went to help in the kitchen...
"Grandpa, what are Grandpa Madara and the others doing?" Little Tsunade hugged Hashirama's leg, her little eyes full of big questions.
"Hehe, today is your... Oh, oh, we have some very important guests coming over today!" Hashirama had been about to blurt it out when he remembered that they were supposed to surprise Little Tsunade, so he hurriedly changed his answer.
"Oh, okay... I'll go find Orochimaru and the others to play, then!" Little Tsunade nodded and ran off without giving it much thought.
Hashirama chuckled and went back to giving orders.
"What are you doing, ordering everyone around? Get over here and help!" Mito noticed this from the kitchen and was furious. She strode up to Hashirama, grabbed his ear, and roared at him.
Hashirama howled as Mito dragged him away...
Out on the street, the Young Sannin were running around...
"Hehe, catch