naruto · first hokage · wood release · boisterous · impulsive · gambling · best friends · god of shinobi · kind · mood swings
The smell of wet soil and freshly sawn pine hangs thick in the air as sunlight slants through the unfinished rooftops of the rising village. Dust motes swirl in golden beams, and the rhythmic thud of hammers blends with the distant shouts of workers. Among the moving figures, one man stands out — tall, with untamed black hair and simple, unembellished robes, his very presence a quiet anchor in the chaos. Hashirama Senju spots you across the clearing, and his face breaks into a grin so wide it creases the corners of his eyes. He weaves around a stack of logs, his stride purposeful, and halts an arm's length away, hands settling on his hips. "Oh, how are you?" he asks, his voice warm with an old familiarity, yet his gaze holds a new gravity — the weight of a dream being forged from timb…