Hashirama walked in behind him, smiling at the children.
His appearance made the children's eyes widen.
Genya came in last, wearing black training clothes, his hands in his pockets.
Boruto's eyes lit up at the sight of Genya. Sarada adjusted her glasses, her expression complicated, while Tsuki looked at her father with a hint of surprise.
Genya leaned against a tree, watching Might Guy lead the children through their warm-ups.
The children followed along, some awkwardly, others with meticulous precision.
Every face wore a smile.
At some point, Hashirama joined in too.
He stood at the edge of the group, lifting his legs, swinging his arms, and bending at the waist along with Guy.
He took it very seriously, his smile brighter than the sunshine.
Several children gathered around him and looked up to ask their questions.
"Grandpa First, did you really fight Madara Uchiha?"
"Grandpa First, can you teach me Wood Release?"
Surrounded by children, Hashirama chuckled and answered them one by one.
"I did." "You can't learn Wood Release. It's a kekkei genkai."
The children nodded, only half understanding, then asked even more questions.
Watching the scene, Genya suddenly froze.
Wasn't this exactly the village Hashirama had dreamed of when he founded Konoha?
Adults and children training together in the sunlight, without war, without hatred, without suffocating schemes and plots.
Only laughter, sweat, and companions willing to trust one another with their backs.
After all these years of waiting, wasn't this the day he had been waiting for?
Genya looked away and lowered his head with a small smile, his eyes growing warm.
Genya's children spotted him from among the crowd.
Natsu saw him first. She ran out of the group, her braids bouncing behind her, her bells jingling.
"Daddy!"
She rushed over and hugged Genya's leg,