His father fell, it wasn’t something surprise to him, for shinobi like them, dead is just a normal thing, they fight to protect, they kill to survive, and in the end, dead will always be there, wait for them. It is the same for him, Tobirama has no afraid when it comes to dead, however, he doesn’t want to die that early, he has yet to help his anija archive the dream, even if said dream is quite naive. But even so, this is how he was raised, to be everything Hashirama isn’t, to become Hashirama’s sword, to kill and to die for him.
Soon, Hashirama will become the new clan head and it means Tobirama will have to try harder to protect him. But the Senju would gladly do that, because he has already failed Kawarama and Itama, he couldn’t fail Hashirama as well. Sighed, with so many things in his mind, Tobirama wandered off to the Forest, the one that belonged to his Clan. Sometimes, he felt so tired, but he knows, he has to carry on, not for his sake, but for everyone’s sake. Moment like this, the man felt so lost...