"Tell me everything," Hashirama asked his brother, settling behind his desk at the Hokage's office and focusing a piercing stare on the man.
The rest of Tobirama's team had been dismissed after the white-haired Senju's announcement of grim news. Young Sarutobi and his friends had been ecstatic to be released from debriefing and given free rein to reacquaint themselves with their village - and their intended dates - after their prolonged absence. Hashirama's own reaction, however, had been quite the opposite. If his usually relaxed brother was worried about what he had discovered in Takigakure, then Hashirama was doubly so and already mentally going over what it would cost them to pull Konoha's best operatives from the field and prepare their fledgling village for the worst.
Tobirama removed his facial armour and laid it down on the desk. He ran a hand through his hair and heaved a sigh before letting himself sink onto the chair in front of his brother. He allowed himself to fully reveal how tired he was from his trip and how little what he had to report pleased him.
"Taki's got something good going there. Most buildings are still under construction, but you can already tell the kind of place it's going to be in the future. All the basic features are in place, from the meeting halls for the ruling council somewhere beneath the central waterfall to their defensive walls. Their ninja are not very numerous, but they've got spirit. From what I could tell, they're really set on ending the war on their territories."
Hashirama frowned and leaned forward to rest his elbows on the tabletop. "I don't understand. That is good news, then."
Tobirama sighed once again and arrested his brother's rising hopes by lifting a hand. He shot a look at the dark corners around the room and out the panoramic office windows.
"May we speak privately?"
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