Night...
With his body still in one piece but his heart aching, Hashirama carried his bedding slowly over to the little wooden hut he had built beside the fishpond...
Heartbroken, Hashirama lay down in his little hut and looked at the body hair covering the Flower Arm Tattoo on his arm. A smile crept onto his sorrowful face. At least I still have you, Flower Arm Tattoo.
Hashirama looked out at the fishpond through the hut's little window. A few fish had gathered together, looking dazed as though they were staring at him. He grinned and greeted them cheerfully. Ah, I still have the fish to keep me company, Hashirama thought happily.
Just then, someone knocked on the door of the wooden hut Hashirama had built. He was puzzled, then his eyes lit up. Could Mito have come to tell me I can go back?!
Excited, Hashirama hurried to open the door. But the person who greeted him wasn't Mito. It was his grandson, Big... Little Tsunade.
"Little Tsunade? Huh? What are you doing here?" Although it wasn't Mito, it was his granddaughter, so Hashirama was still happy. My granddaughter really is the best. She even remembered to come check on her grandpa.
"Grandpa, ahem, um... do you have a spare room in this little hut?" Tsunade asked with an awkward smile, shaking the cup she held.
"...Huh? Why are you out here too?" Hashirama asked, utterly bewildered.
"Well, Grandma kicked me out, and I've got nowhere to go. So, um, do you have a spare room? Or could you build me another hut?" Tsunade said with an awkward smile.
A whole range of expressions crossed Hashirama's face...
"Mito's gone too far! She actually kicked you out too!" Coming to his senses, Hashirama spoke angrily.
"Exactly! It's one thing for