Night had fallen over the quiet streets of Konoha.
Uchiha Madara was slowly walking, one arm supporting a swaying Senju Hashirama.
"Madara… to be able to drink with you again—it's really great," Hashirama slurred, his breath thick with alcohol.
"Hashirama, it's great, but can you please stop leaning on me?" Madara grumbled, tilting his head away as Hashirama rested heavily against his shoulder.
"Sorry, sorry… Madara, I'm a bit drunk," Hashirama mumbled apologetically.
"Tch, who are you trying to fool? You, with all your Hashirama Cells, can actually get drunk?" Madara snorted and pushed him away in irritation.
"Hahaha, sorry, Madara. I'm just… too happy," Hashirama said, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish laugh.
Madara huffed and turned away. "Hmph."
"Madara, where are you going? Wait for me!" Hashirama called after him, stumbling slightly.
Madara ignored him and lengthened his stride. But just as he reached the intersection, a small figure suddenly darted out from a side alley—and crashed right into him.
With a dull thud, a little boy fell backward, clutching his forehead in pain.
"Hey, are you alright?" Madara asked, stepping forward to help the boy up. His tone was firm, but not unkind.
The boy looked up at Madara—and his eyes instantly lit up. "Wow! Thank you, big brother! You look so cool!"
Madara blinked, momentarily caught off guard. He hadn't been called "cool" in… decades.
For a fleeting moment, he remembered the past—when Konoha had just been founded.
A little girl had once fallen before him, but when he reached out to help, her eyes had only shown fear and disgust.
Yet this boy looked at him with admiration, not fear.
"Big brother, are you a ninja? Did you use a Transformation Jutsu to turn into Uchiha Madara?" the boy asked with open curiosity.
Madara's brows rose. "You… know me?"
"Of course! You're one of the founders of Konoha Village—the leader of the Uchiha Clan, Uchiha Madara!" the boy said confidently.
Madara frowned. "How did you know that?"
"My dad and mom took me to see a movie," the boy explained.
"A movie?" Madara echoed, confused.
"Yeah! It's called The Battle of Konoha's Founding!" the boy said brightly.
Madara froze. "A movie… about me and Hashirama?"
He thought back to earlier that night—the tavern owner had asked if he was an actor. So that's what that was about.
Just then, a woman hurried over. "Xiaotu! I told you not to run so fast! Now look, you ran into someone again!"
"I'm sorry, my son bumped into you," the woman said quickly, bowing slightly.
"It's fine," Madara replied coolly.
"Wow… is that a Transformation Jutsu? You look so real! That's amazing," she said, impressed.
"Let's go, Xiaotu," she said, taking her son's hand.
"Sorry again, big brother!" the boy said, bowing once more before leaving with his mother.
Madara watched them go quietly.
Hashirama had been watching from a distance and now walked over, smiling faintly. "So? Konoha now—it's much better than in our time, isn't it?"
Madara's gaze lingered on the direction the child had gone. "That boy… he didn't look at me with fear or hatred."
Hashirama chuckled. "Times have changed, Madara."
A few days later, morning sunlight poured through the windows of the Uzumaki household.
Now that Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki had been revived, they'd taken over making breakfast—a change that left Hinata feeling a bit awkward.
"Um, Father, Mother, I can help—"
"No, no, Hinata! You just relax and enjoy being taken care of for once!" Kushina said warmly, patting Hinata's shoulder.
"Okay, mother…" Hinata smiled softly, though she still looked shy.
Just then, Naruto came downstairs, grinning. "Morning, Hinata, Father, Mother!"
"Morning, Naruto!" Kushina replied cheerfully. "Breakfast is ready!"
Naruto sniffed the air. "Smells amazing!"
"Oh, by the way, are Boruto and Himawari still asleep?" Kushina asked.
"I'll wake them," Hinata offered, heading upstairs.
Soon, the whole family gathered at the dining table.
"Boruto," Naruto began, "the Chunin Exams are tomorrow."
"Yeah," Boruto replied casually between bites.
"Brother's gonna be a Chunin!" Himawari said excitedly, her eyes sparkling.
Naruto smiled. "Boruto, I know your strength already surpasses that of most Jonin, but—"
"Oh boy, here it comes. What is it, Dad?" Boruto said, half-smiling.
"Don't use your Tenseigan during the exam," Naruto said seriously. "That kind of power isn't something Genin from other villages can handle."
Boruto shrugged. "Don't worry, Dad. I'll go easy. Whether I become a Chunin or not doesn't matter much to me."
"Huh? You don't want to become a Chunin?" Kushina asked, surprised.
"Grandma, being a Genin is fine too. Rank doesn't really matter to me," Boruto said plainly.
Hinata chuckled quietly.
Naruto rubbed his neck. "He's probably trying to follow my example."
"Your example?" Kushina blinked.
Hinata smiled. "Naruto's still a Genin, even now."
"What? The Hokage is still a Genin?!" Kushina gasped.
Naruto laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
Minato smirked. "So that makes you the strongest Genin ever, huh?"
Naruto grinned. "Guess so."
Elsewhere, Sarada Uchiha was getting ready to leave her house.
"I'm heading out!" she called.
"The Chunin Exam's almost here! You've got this, Sarada!" Sakura cheered, pumping her fist.
"Mom, you're way too hyped this early," Sarada teased. "You're only this happy because Dad's been home lately, right?"
"Wh—what are you talking about?!" Sakura blushed furiously, waving her hands.
Sarada giggled, amused by her mother's reaction.
Thinking of Boruto, her heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nerves. "I get it now, Mom," she said softly.
Sakura blinked. "Huh?"
"Never mind," Sarada said quickly, turning to leave.
Sakura smiled as she watched her daughter go. "You're happy too, aren't you, Sarada?"
Just then, Sasuke stepped out. "Sarada already left?"
"Yeah, just now," Sakura said.
She sighed lightly. "It's still hard to believe that the Masked Man used your Rinnegan to revive Father, Mother, and even first hokage Hashirama."
Sasuke's eyes darkened. "Mn."
A few streets away—
"Grandpa! Grandma!" Sarada called cheerfully as she passed by Mikoto and Fugaku.
"Sarada!" they greeted her warmly.
"Uncle Itachi!" she waved as she saw him leaning against a utility pole.
"Morning, Sarada," Itachi said with a faint smile.
But as Sarada turned a corner, a tall figure suddenly blocked her path.
Her eyes widened. "Uchiha… Madara."
"Uchiha Sarada," Madara said slowly, studying her.
Before she could respond, Sasuke appeared in a flicker beside her, his Sharingan sharp.
"Madara, why are you standing in front of my daughter?" Sasuke demanded coldly.
"Don't get excited, Sasuke," Madara replied calmly.
"Am I excited?" Sasuke shot back, his hand twitching near his sword hilt.
The tension between two generations of Uchihas filled the air—an invisible clash of pride, history, and legacy.
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