I woke up from my sleep, because I needed to go to the bathroom. But then when I was about to fall asleep again when I saw the Calender. So before I forget later...I have to post this now...😅😆
A short description: Tobirama Senju never celebrated his birthday, he had no time for it. Also, he never fell in love, yet he agreed to follow his father's wishes upon marrying Y/n from C/n, and suddenly his world turns upside down.
A quote from the fanfiction:
"On a cold February night a white headed baby found his way to be born into hell; with his loud battlecry the small newborn made sure, that others sense his presence. Scarlet eyes had scanned his surroundings, as if the baby was making sure that he was born in the right place and time; then he latched into his mother’s nutritious milk and so that Tobirama Senju’s life has begun.
The young Senju was not the oldest among his ever-growing family; his older brother-Hashirama- was a kind, yet insanely talented boy, who he could look up to- though their personalities differed greatly. Hashirama took life less seriously, he was able to joke around, show his emotions-much to their father’s distaste. Meanwhile Tobirama has grown up to be more rational and less gentle- perhaps to impress his father, or maybe he was just born this way."
Being born in the Warring States Period was good news: it meant more swords on the battlefield, more power –especially if one was part of such a famous clan as the Senju, and more allies- due to arranged, political marriages. Life and death meant nothing during that blood stained era- shinobi have been falling like mere flies, if one was able to live above their twenties, it was considered a sign of immense power- or luck.
On a cold February night a white headed baby found his way to be born into hell; with his loud battlecry the small newborn made sure, that others sense his presence. Scarlet eyes had scanned his surroundings, as if the baby was making sure that he was born in the right place and time; then he latched into his mother’s nutritious milk and so that Tobirama Senju’s life has begun.
The young Senju was not the oldest among his ever-growing family; his older brother-Hashirama- was a kind, yet insanely talented boy, who he could look up to- though their personalities differed greatly. Hashirama took life less seriously, he was able to joke around, show his emotions-much to their father’s distaste. Meanwhile Tobirama has grown up to be more rational and less gentle- perhaps to impress his father, or maybe he was just born this way.
On his tenth birthday, the white haired boy celebrated on the battlefield; his sword was clashing with other swords and his newly learned techniques have killed many enemies. Tobirama was a capable shinobi and a good fighter, specialized in water style jutsus. The battle’s duration was a few hours-as always. No one said “Happy Birthday” to him...
Sometimes he wished Hashirama and he would be more similar, so that he could convey his feelings- the ones he repressed for so long- but Hashirama was Hashirama, and he was him; nothing could change it, Tobirama’s supposed role was to be the brain in the Senju family. Always learning, experimenting, and emptying his twisted thoughts while creating new jutsus- in order to kill more in the name of peace.
Naturally, the young Senju was aware that one clan cannot bring the desired result, so he turned to politics at the ripe age of 17, talking to other clans, making worthy connections, finding allies- but for his dismay the mighty Uchiha did the same. The war was rushing in full speed to an inevitable zenith. Everything seemed desperately hopeless as more souls left their earthy bodies behind, leaving blood streaks and broken hearts during their leave. The Senju clan was not spared of these tragic events- two boys have been buried in the blood soaked ground. Luckily- Tobirama thought- his older brother was a strong one, maybe he could live up to even thirty with his power.
On his 18th birthday the white haired young man was facing an unavoidable problem: he was an adult now- and though many decided to marry in their teens, Tobirama was not like that- meaning, he could no longer prolong the task: he needed a bride.
Butsuma had found a suitable girl long ago, who was of an ally clan, but since she was the only girl in her family, the parents didn’t want to marry her off so soon. Tobirama initially thought that this was a ridiculous argument; who wouldn’t want to place the “burden” on another, more powerful clan? The Senju could protect that poor girl better than anyone, so why would these people hesitate so much?
“Let’s get this over with” –he thought with a sigh as the Senju and the C/n have decided to sit through another few hours, debating about Y/n’s fate.
As always, her parents were adamant...
-...She’s just 15, for God’s sake, I can not hand you a 15 year-old girl, she’s not even an adult. How can you expect her to give birth to children, when she’s barely a child? –Her mother cried out with rage, as her father nodded vehemently.
-Just give her some time, yeah? 3 years. Then she can marry your son.
Butsuma sent a sharp glare to the already scared girl, who- despite her anxiety- stood his glare.
-My wife was 14 when we married, and within 2 years she gifted me a powerful son, and then another one and then 2 others. We are at war; we can not be controlled by unnecessary feelings.
-Those unnecessary feelings you’re talking about, resulted in us having children. Maybe we are not as strong as you, but we know we love each other, and we would do anything to our family. –Argued Y/n’s mother.
Tobirama was getting tired of the constant arguments, irritation brew inside when all of a sudden, realization hit him: Y/n’s parents were actually worried about their daughter. They know the nature of this fucked up world, where babies were born to fight in battles and die. The girl experienced so much love from her parents, who had no intention to exploit their little treasure to the outside world, where her future Senju babies could be taken away at any moment to kill or to be killed.
-I have no intention to consume the marriage with Y/n yet, we can wait 3 years. –His booming voice broke the two families’ heated debate.
-Are you an idiot? We need more...- Butsuma started but Tobirama didn’t let him finish.
-No. We need more experienced shinobi, not little kids, who die.
For once in his life, Butsuma remained silent.
For once Y/n looked into his scarlet orbs and mouthed a “Thank you”.
7 years have passed since the agreement and Y/n has just turned 22 and has become a beautiful young woman, blessed with gentle, yet fierce nature. Though she wasn’t a shinobi, her chakra nature was powerful, and her clan was capable- that’s why Butsuma wanted Tobirama to marry her. He already arranged his eldest son’s marriage with an Uzumaki.
Meanwhile Hashirama, Madara Uchiha and he have been working on his older brother’s dream: creating a place where children didn’t have to die. A peaceful place. Something to call home. C/n was one of the first clans that settled in the newly founded village of Konoha.
On his 25th birthday the younger Senju was a married man.
The wedding was nothing particularly outstanding, though the war was over, the tension was still looming in between the enemy clans, especially after the death of a notable Uchiha: Izuna, who was the brother of the clan’s strongest member. Tobirama killed him in the war. Yet, he worked with Madara- Izuna’s brother. The two stubborn men were not fond of each other, but for the sake of peace, they drowned their feelings into work.
Tobirama did not believe in love.
He got married one evening and by sunrise he was out, working on a new jutsu, leaving Y/n alone in their house.
Much to his surprise, when he returned to his office at noon, a carefully made bento welcomed him on his desk. The little box contained salmon, rice and different vegetables. At first the man thought it was a trap and someone tried to poison him, however he sensed no ill intentions: the food was freshly made, and there was no poison in it, hence he decided to dig in.
The rest of his day has been spent in a haze coloured with political discussions, taking care of clans’ problems, settlement issues and by evening he was worn, but decided to stay in the office and look through some reports.
Just before midnight a knock was heard, alerting the tired Senju. No one ever worked this late besides him and Madara, but the Uchiha preferred working from his own home, and Hashirama preferred not to work over sunset. Tobirama sensed Y/n’s chakra and quickly opened the door.
-What are you doing here?- His question came out as a scolding, while his deep scarlet eyes stared straight into her e/c orbs.
-I came here in order to take you home. As your wife- your wellbeing is my responsibility now. – Her voice was quiet, but full of determination.
-I can’t just stand up and leave, my job is not finished and...
-Yes you can, and you will.- Despite her small voice, Y/n’s words carried such undeniable force that made Tobirama speechless. –I know we won’t be like my parents, I’m aware of our situation, but I can’t let you go sleepless and starving. I ran a bath for you, and there’s freshly cooked food. Come home with me, sleep, and you can start all over again in the morning.
So, despite his initial distaste, Tobirama Senju stood up, and left his office to be greeted with delicious food, warm bath and someone, who actually cared.
Happy birthday for my lovely boy Tobirama! The part of anime where we see him pouting was just too much for me when I saw glimpse of it in youtube that I searched picture of it and did my own version of it!
I just saw your reply to the other anon’s post. I’d love if you hosted another round of the event. Maybe you could do it at a later point this year if it’s too close now? 🥰
thank you for this anon! i was beating myself up over neglecting this event :(
i love this idea, and that’s what i’m going to do, thank you! tobirama week announcement will be posted on his birthday, february 19th.
and in the meantime, i’ll be happy to reblog any posts celebrating his birthday this week! i’ll be tagging those posts with #❀ celebrations
hi!! thank you for ur msg and i’m sorry for my very late answer. we still have two weeks left to his birthday but it might be too short of a prep time for most. i’ll prepare the poll for everyone to vote because i’d love to do anything, at least for the day of his birthday!!
“Father, it’s been nearly a year since we left The Uchiha Village,” said Tobirama, taking in all of the new and unfamiliar faces cast in the orange glow of scattered fire pits around his small family. “Our group keeps growing and we haven’t found a place to settle in yet.”
Butsuma Senju, the aging leader of the group, took a long look at his albino teenage son. He had grown in their travels and fit better in his oversized clothes now. His concern was admirable; it meant that he was thinking hard about the longevity of his people. Still, Butsuma was obligated to put the boy’s fear to rest. “We’ll find it,” he reassured. “Until then, you and your brother need to grow strong. One of you will be our leader when we reach it.”
Tobirama nodded, then he turned his big red eyes to his elder brother, Hashirama, who also had grown significantly in their travels. He too fit into his denim clothes better now and was at least ten centimeters taller than Tobirama. His choppy brown hair was growing too. He often shook his head and blew his bangs to get them out of his face.
But it wasn’t just his body that had been growing. Hashirama had been worrying Tobirama as of late. Whenever the group needed to carry anything, Hashirama was the first on the job. This wouldn’t have been a problem if it weren’t for his massive chakra. He flared it whenever he felt strained and Tobirama seemed to be the only one in the group to notice it. Because of this, his father was of no assistance to him.
But Tobirama could feel it. It was like an oppressive force that assaulted his senses from every angle and because of his unease, Tobirama rushed to finish a jutsu he had been working on with his friend Izuna years ago. He based it on the elemental clones he’d seen many others use around him.
It started as a modification of his water clones. Though still experimental, he took every chance to try them out. It was a difficult jutsu to master. He was only capable of a few at first; these clones were special. They were tangible and acted as independent extensions of himself– capable of assisting with many of the groups gathering and hunting tasks. He called them “Shadow Clones”.
Soon, they became a symbol of the Senju’s strength and ingenuity. Though their true nature had yet to show itself. More often than not, Tobirama used them to spy on his brother.
Hashirama was easily distracted and prone to wandering after they had left The Uchiha Village. Although their group had a positive impression of him and he easily made friends with just about anyone, he was missing the Uchiha. Worried that his brother might wander too far, Tobirama sent a clone to confront Hashirama. “Elder brother?” He called.
Hashirama, who was standing at the bed of a rushing river, looked back at the image of his younger brother surprised. “Tobirama? I thought you were with father.”
“I am.”
A look of understanding came over Hasirama’s wet brown eyes. “Oh, I see,” he whispered, tilting his head down and biting at his lip. “That’s some jutsu you have there.”
“I worked hard on it.”
“Would you…teach me?”
“To make shadow clones?”
“O-or you could show me some of your water style techniques!”
The clone contemplated the request, noting the water rushing behind Hashirama. “Sure.”
“R-Really?! Okay so I have this idea!” Hashirama came to life again, gesturing in wide arches with his arms as he spoke, “If I could part the river and Then use the earth style father taught me to build a bridge, then it would be super easy to cross back and forth here!”
Now, he could see it– Hashirama’s ambition. His father must have seen it too. That’s why he had been personally training him. “It’s so our villages can easily visit each other, isn’t it?” The clone asked and Hashirama nodded sheepishly– humbled that a clone of his brother could read him so flawlessly. “Okay then, let's get started,” said the clone. “But this won’t be easy!”
Hashirama knew it wouldn’t be, though he also possessed the largest pool of chakra his brother had ever felt so he wouldn’t quit easily either. The two got to work quickly. Sometimes Tobirama left him with a clone, and other times he personally oversaw their training, growing stronger alongside him. In just a few short months Hashirama felt ready.
“C’mon even if it’s just as a clone you Have to see this! I parted the river! Now, all I have to do is build the bridge at the same time,” Hashirama begged one afternoon, tugging over a clone.
“Okay okay slow down!”
“Father is gonna be so impressed! You will be too!”
When they arrived at the riverbank, it looked quite different from how it appeared when they began their training. Although they had traveled up and down its banks, they had always returned to the same spot to train. Ironically, the river looked wider due to the rushing water of Hashirama’s attempts to cut across it, but Tobirama knew better than to doubt him by now. If he said he was ready, then he was ready.
Watching his elder brother preparing himself he braced for the surge of chakra, and it hit him like a train. Then, his bright eyes became very alert. Something was wrong.
In trying to use two jutsu in tandem, Hashirama had created something violently destructive. The older of the two brothers roared as his raging chakra ravaged the landscape with twisting tendrils of oaken roots. He was not in control.
Everything went black for the clone, and at that moment, it revealed its true nature to its caster. With his father, the real Tobirama suddenly grew paler with the recollection of his fallen clone’s memory. “Please, excuse me,” he said, rushing out toward the woods. When he reached his destination, he found his brother seated on the opposite side of the river–exhausted and grinning.
Between the two of them, spanning the width of the river, was what appeared to be a winding bundle of trees bent forcibly into the rough shape of a bridge. It was then that Tobirama knew. Hashirama would be the leader of The Senju Village and he would forever be his keeper.
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