Something he knew his brother would agree with was the fact that establishment of Konoha didn’t mean a permanent armistice between the two clans. Unwed due to years of instability and familial death blanketing he and his affairs in the black palls of funerals, it was only when those obligations and griefs lifted slightly that a true concordant could be struck. One that would entail marriage of a clanswoman of the Senju clan. It was on such an auspicious day that had been divined in the Book of Changes that he was received warmly by Hashirama, his brother in arms, while Tobirama glanced at him frostily with a terse bow and nothing more.
The news had surprised him, frankly. Hashirama hadn’t mentioned he had a sister, but as he understood, it had been intentional as some clans were prone to steal women when they had shortages of potential brides. Rubbish like that. Guided towards the courtyard, Hashirama was all smiles as he goaded Madara along who elicited a reluctant smile of his own here and there. Yet, when he actually saw Tsunade, he stopped short.
She was... beautiful. With hair more resembling Tobirama’s in its paleness, she possessed browner eyes like Hashirama. Voluptuous even in a modest kimono the Senju sported, he felt his throat dry and cheeks warm at the womanly figure his eyes lingered too long upon, tearing his gaze away when Hashirama clapped him on the back in encouragement towards her.
Cutting a courtly bow, he introduced himself: “I am Uchiha Madara, clean leader of the Uchiha clan.”