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The gates creaked open with a low groan, revealing the sprawling compound beyond. The Senju crest—faded but still proud—was carved deep into the wood, catching the afternoon light.
Naruto darted past before the gate even finished opening, his sandals slapping the stone path. “Woooahhh! This place is HUGE!” His voice echoed across the courtyard. He spun in circles, arms stretched wide, his grin so big it nearly split his face.
Haruto followed at a slower pace, red eyes scanning every detail—the moss clinging to stone lanterns, the paper doors freshly replaced, the long halls stretching into the distance. “It’s… old,” he muttered, though the faint reverence in his tone betrayed him.
Tsunade walked between them, her hands tucked into her sleeves. For the first time in years, her steps were hesitant. This place had been silent for too long. Once it had echoed with laughter, with the shouts of sparring cousins, with her grandfather’s booming voice. Now, only the wind rustled through the garden.
“Not bad, huh?” she said, masking her unease with a small smirk.
Naruto raced toward the koi pond in the courtyard, nearly tripping over the stepping stones. “Are you kidding?! It’s like… five orphanages stuck together! Can we really live here, Granny?”
Haruto’s brow twitched. “She’s not your granny.”
“She acts like one!” Naruto shot back without missing a beat.
Tsunade rapped her knuckles lightly on Naruto’s head as she passed. “Don’t push your luck, brat. And yes—you’ll live here now. Both of you. This is your home.”
The word hung in the air like a fragile glass ornament.
Haruto tilted his head slightly, his voice quieter. “Home…?” He let the syllable linger as though testing its weight.
Naruto didn’t hesitate—he pumped his fists in the air and shouted, “Yesss! Our own house!” He turned to his brother, tugging his sleeve. “C’mon, Haru, don’t be all gloomy. We’ve got a real home now! No more cranky orphanage ladies, no more stupid curfews!”
Haruto allowed himself the faintest smile, though his eyes lingered on the carved crest above the main hall. “This place has history… important history. We shouldn’t just run around screaming like idiots.”
“Too late!” Naruto hollered, already chasing dragonflies by the pond.
Tsunade couldn’t help it—her lips curved into a laugh, soft and bittersweet. Nawaki had said something nearly identical the first time Tobirama showed him the clan archives. History… important history.
She guided them toward the main hall. As they slid open the door, the scent of tatami mats and sandalwood filled the air. The rooms had been cleaned, the dust swept away, though the emptiness lingered like a ghost.
“This was the Senju clan’s home,” Tsunade said quietly. “Your great-grandfather built it himself. Generations lived here—warriors, leaders… family. And now, it’s yours.”
Naruto plopped down on the tatami with a satisfied sigh, as though claiming the space instantly. Haruto remained standing, fingers brushing the wood of the doorframe. His red eyes gleamed faintly in the dim light.
Tsunade studied them both—the boundless energy of Naruto, the sharp, contemplative silence of Haruto. Hashirama and Tobirama, she thought. Not just in blood, but in spirit.
And for the first time in decades, she didn’t feel the emptiness of this house pressing in. Instead, it felt… alive again.
The night had fallen softly over the compound, the cicadas singing from the garden. Inside the main hall, a low fire burned in the hearth, throwing warm light across the room. Naruto sat cross-legged on a cushion, rocking back and forth impatiently. Haruto sat perfectly straight beside him, his hands folded in his lap, every bit the picture of composure.
Tsunade poured herself a cup of sake, then thought better of it and pushed the bottle aside. Tonight wasn’t about her vices—it was about them.
“So,” she began, her voice carrying the weight of memory, “you two should know what it means to carry the name Senju.”
Naruto’s head tilted. “Senju? But… we’re Uzumaki, right?”
“You’re both,” Tsunade said firmly. “Your father was Minato Namikaze, and your mother Kushina Uzumaki. But through Minato… you’re also Senju. My grandfather was the First Hokage—Senju Hashirama. His younger brother, my great-uncle, was the Second Hokage—Senju Tobirama.”
Naruto’s eyes went round as ramen bowls. “The First Hokage?! The one who built Konoha? That’s our great-great-grandpa?!” He bounced in place, fists pumping. “That’s so cool! Granny, tell us everything!”
Haruto gave a sharp tug on his brother’s sleeve. “Idiot. Don’t shout.” But his own gaze stayed locked on Tsunade, curiosity flickering in his crimson eyes.
Tsunade chuckled softly. “Hashirama… he was larger than life. Warm, foolish at times, but strong enough to bend the very world. He believed in peace, in family, in protecting others no matter what. He could wrestle tailed beasts into submission with a smile on his face.”
Naruto’s grin nearly split his face. “That’s it! I wanna be like him! I’ll be super strong and protect everyone too—just like Great-Grandpa Hashirama!”
Haruto muttered under his breath, “You’re already foolish like him…”
Tsunade hid her smile behind her hand. Then her expression softened, her gaze drifting toward Haruto. “And Tobirama… was different. He was sharp, disciplined. He didn’t smile much, but he cared deeply for his brother and the village. He was a genius with jutsu, always thinking ten steps ahead. Some feared him, but he kept the village alive more times than I can count.”
Haruto straightened slightly, his small shoulders squared. “…Sounds reasonable.” His voice was calm, but the faint pride in his tone betrayed him.
Naruto immediately leaned across and jabbed a finger at him. “Pfft! Figures you’d like the grumpy one. I’m way cooler ‘cause I’m like Hashirama!”
“Cooler?” Haruto scoffed. “You run headfirst into things without thinking. That’s not cool, that’s stupid.”
Naruto puffed his cheeks, ready to argue, but Tsunade tapped her knuckles lightly on the floor. “Enough, you two. Hashirama and Tobirama bickered the same way. But they were strongest together.” Her eyes softened, the firelight catching the moisture there. “Just like you will be.”
The twins fell quiet. Naruto fidgeted with the edge of his cushion, while Haruto studied the flickering fire.
For the first time, the boys weren’t just orphans scrambling for scraps of belonging. They had a name. A history. A legacy.
And sitting before them, Tsunade felt something stir in her chest that she hadn’t felt in years—hope.
The next morning, the compound’s training yard—overgrown after years of neglect—came alive again. The morning sun stretched long beams over cracked flagstones, where weeds had sprouted through. Tsunade had her sleeves rolled up, standing with arms folded, watching her new wards with a sharp, appraising eye.
Naruto was already bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Alright! Time for training! Granny, are you gonna teach us super cool secret jutsu?”
“First,” Tsunade said dryly, “you’re going to learn how to stand still.”
Naruto stopped bouncing. “Eh? That sounds lame.”
“Shut up and listen, idiot,” Haruto muttered. He was standing in perfect form, back straight, eyes locked on Tsunade, soaking in every word.
“Good,” Tsunade nodded to Haruto. “Chakra control is everything. You two have… unusual gifts. But power without control is as dangerous to you as it is to anyone else.”
Naruto pouted. “C’mon, Granny, I can handle it—watch!”
Before Tsunade could stop him, Naruto slammed his hands together. His chakra surged wildly, spilling out like an untamed tide. From the cracked ground, a spray of wooden spikes burst upward—crooked, uneven, but undeniably alive.
Naruto yelped, stumbling back, nearly impaling himself on one of his own creations.
“Idiot!” Haruto darted forward, pulling him by the collar. His free hand instinctively swept sideways, and a thin whip of water pulled from the morning air lashed across one of the jagged spikes, slicing it in half before it could topple.
Both boys froze.
The yard went silent save for the drip-drip of water evaporating on the stones.
Tsunade stared, her chest tight. In those few seconds, she had seen it—the flare of Hashirama’s legacy in Naruto, and Tobirama’s genius precision in Haruto. Her lips parted, but no words came out.
Naruto broke the silence with a shaky laugh. “See? Told ya I could do it!” His knees were still trembling, though he tried to puff out his chest.
Haruto’s crimson eyes narrowed. “…You almost killed yourself.”
“Yeah, but it was awesome!”
“You’re hopeless.”
“Better than boring!”
“Brainless.”
“Stick-in-the-mud!”
“Enough.” Tsunade’s voice cracked through the yard, sharp as a kunai. The boys froze mid-glare. She exhaled slowly, calming herself before speaking again. “Naruto, your chakra is powerful, but it’s running wild. Haruto, your control is remarkable, but your reserves are still too small. If you two don’t learn to work together, you’ll only get in each other’s way.”
The twins glanced at one another, reluctant but begrudgingly silent.
Tsunade’s gaze softened, just slightly. “You’ll train here every day. I’ll teach you to use your gifts. But remember this—” Her tone dropped lower, more personal. “You aren’t just carrying my clan’s legacy. You’re carrying the future of this village. Don’t waste it.”
For once, neither boy had a retort.
Naruto swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck. Haruto stared down at his own hands, droplets of water still glistening on his fingertips.
The training yard, silent for so many years, had finally awakened—and so had the next generation of Senju.
The Senju compound was quiet until a loud, booming laugh split the air.
“Ku ku ku! So it’s true—the great Tsunade has finally put down the dice and picked up motherhood!”
Naruto and Haruto, who had been sparring in the yard under Tsunade’s watchful eye, looked up in unison. A tall man in flamboyant robes strolled through the open gate like he owned the place, a massive scroll strapped to his back. His long white hair shimmered in the light, his grin irrepressible.
Naruto gawked. “Whoa! Granny, who’s that weird-looking old man?”
The man stopped dead, twitching. “Old—?!” He spun, pointing a dramatic finger. “Listen, brat! I am not old! I am Jiraiya the Gallant—Sannin, sage, and greatest shinobi of this age!” He struck a heroic pose. “And yes, author of the world-famous—”
“—pervy books,” Tsunade cut in, unimpressed, arms crossed.
Jiraiya staggered, deflating. “H-Hey! That’s not fair, they’re literature!”
Naruto snorted with laughter while Haruto muttered flatly, “He doesn’t look very gallant.”
Jiraiya’s eye twitched. He crouched, glaring at Haruto. “What was that, kid?”
“Nothing.” Haruto’s red eyes didn’t blink, didn’t flinch. The sharp, calculating stare reminded Jiraiya so much of Tobirama that he had to look away, unsettled.
Meanwhile, Naruto had already bounded up to him, practically bouncing. “So, you’re super strong, right? Can you teach us a cool jutsu? Pleeease?”
Jiraiya blinked at him—then grinned. “Heh. You’re exactly like your mom, kid. Same energy. Same nerve.” His grin softened just slightly as he took in Naruto’s whisker-marked grin and then Haruto’s crimson eyes, cool and steady. “And you,” he said, looking at Haruto. “Sharp. Too sharp for your age. Like your old man—and like someone else I knew.”
Naruto tilted his head. “You knew our parents too?”
Before Jiraiya could answer, Tsunade cut in smoothly, sparing him the weight of explanations the boys weren’t ready for. “He was their teacher.”
That seemed enough for the twins. Naruto beamed, awe sparking in his eyes, while Haruto gave a small, thoughtful nod.
“Teacher, huh?” Naruto piped. “Then you better show us something awesome!”
“Yeah,” Haruto added, though his tone was skeptical. “Otherwise I’ll assume you’re just full of hot air.”
Jiraiya nearly tripped over his own feet. “Wha—?! These kids—!” He shot a look at Tsunade, who smirked.
“Now you know what I’ve been dealing with,” she said dryly.
Despite the chaos, despite the mockery, something heavy and warm stirred in Jiraiya’s chest. These weren’t just brats—they were Minato and Kushina’s boys. The energy, the spark, the looks—it was all there. For the first time in years, standing here with Tsunade and these twins, he felt like he wasn’t just wandering anymore.
The Senju compound, long silent, echoed with laughter, bickering, and life once again.
The compound was quiet at last.
Naruto lay sprawled across his futon, one leg dangling off the side, his blanket twisted in a hopeless knot. His chest rose and fell with loud, unbothered snores. In the next room, Haruto rested neatly on his futon, hands tucked under the blanket, his breathing steady and quiet as though he had disciplined even his sleep.
Tsunade stood in the hallway between their doors, the lantern light casting long shadows down the empty corridor. For a long while she simply watched—listening to the sound of two children finally safe, finally at peace.
Her fingers tightened against the frame of Naruto’s door. “Nawaki…” her voice was barely a whisper, caught somewhere between sorrow and strength. “I couldn’t protect you. No matter how hard I tried, I wasn’t strong enough to keep you here.”
She shifted, glancing toward Haruto’s room. “Minato, Kushina… I failed you, too. I wasn’t here when you needed me most. And because of that… these boys were left alone in a world that should have cherished them.”
Her hand trembled. She curled it into a fist.
“But no more.” Her voice hardened, almost fierce in the silence. “These two… they won’t grow up alone. They won’t be cast aside. I swear to you—I’ll raise them as my own. I’ll give them the family you were denied. This time…” her throat tightened, eyes wet, “…this time, my family will survive.”
The words lingered in the corridor, steady and unyielding.
Tsunade slid the doors closed, leaving the boys to their dreams. Then, with a final look toward the darkened hallway, she turned away—not as a wandering sannin, not as the granddaughter of Hashirama, but as their guardian.
For the first time in decades, she felt anchored to Konoha again.
This was her new beginning.