Naruto: Falling from the sky into Hashirama's arms

Izuna pursed his lips but didn't argue further. However, he still disliked Hashirama Senju and said defiantly, "Fine, I'll listen to you for now, but if other countries make the first move, don't blame us for being impolite."

Hashirama Senju's brows and eyes were relaxed with an unusual air of unbridled freedom, yet his gaze held a hint of unfathomable emotion.

However, Lin Sang clearly saw that he said this with a smile:

"That's for sure. We won't offend others unless they offend us, but if they do, Konoha won't hold back."

Do you really think he's some pushover?

Lin Sang looked at Hashirama Senju and said this, for some reason, felt that Hashirama Senju's expression seemed to carry a hint of—

The arrogance that belongs only to the strong.

At this moment, Hashirama appears both arrogant and compassionate.

Barren land cannot produce flowers that face the sun; only the strong deserve compassion.

For some reason, this was the only sentence on Lin Sang's mind at that moment.

……

A moment of silence fell over the room.

Yuki had been quiet ever since he came in, because he saw that the adults seemed to be talking about something very important, so he didn't make a sound to disturb them.

Instead, she obediently went to the side and only ran over when she found that her parents were quiet.

Running up to Lin Sang, Yuki suddenly held up the dried fish in her hand and called out in a childish voice, "Daddy! We're going to see Aunt Kazuko again! Should we give the dried fish to Auntie?"

The sudden child's voice pulled everyone back to reality. Hashirama Senju bent down, picked up Yuki, kissed him on the cheek, and his tone returned to its usual gentleness:

"Bring it! Of course I'll bring it!" He turned to look at Lin Sang, his eyes filled with relief and tenderness. "Thank goodness for you, Lin Sang."

Lin Sang winked at him: "Let's go see Aunt Hezi first. As for what happens next, we can discuss it slowly."

The rest of the event ended quickly, and everyone went home.

As for Black Zetsu, he is still sealed away, and Hashirama Senju has placed him in a space-time ninja and carries him with him.

Outside, the sun shone brightly. Lin Sang held Hashirama's hand, while Yuki leaned on Hashirama's shoulder, the dried fish in her hand emitting a faint fragrance.

The road ahead is long, but as long as we are heading in the right direction and as long as the people around us are still there, we will eventually reach our destination.

The two were actually positioned one in front of the other. Hashirama was holding Yuki and blocking the way in front, while Lin Sang was holding one of Hashirama Senju's hands and walking behind, but her eyes were vacant, and she was clearly lost in thought.

Not much happened today, but Lin Sang felt a little uncomfortable with Hashirama's changes.

It even feels a bit unfamiliar.

So, Hashirama... is this kind of person?

Or rather, it turns out that Hashirama also had this... powerful side.

Unconsciously, Lin Sang began to recall the bits and pieces of her time with Hashirama, and then she realized that beneath Hashirama's usual cheerful and easygoing demeanor lay a hidden, domineering and authoritarian nature.

He seemed to have been aware of it before, but subconsciously didn't pay much attention to it.

It was only today that I suddenly remembered it again.

It seems a bit scary.

Thinking of this, Lin Sang looked at Yuki, who was perched on Senju Hashirama's shoulder, looking around.

It seems... a little late now.

"What are you thinking about?" Hashirama turned slightly and looked down at him.

"I'm thinking, should I make a fish hot pot tonight?"

Lin Sang smiled unconsciously and casually brought up a topic.

He didn't want the person in front of him to know what he had just been thinking.

"Okay!"

Lin Sang quickly heard Hashirama's reply, but Hashirama turned around as he spoke.

Therefore, Lin Sang didn't know what expression Hashirama had on his face at that moment; she could only see the back of his head.

Hashirama quickly added, "I'll kill the fish! This time we're making a huge pot!"

Yuki didn't understand anything, but he did understand the part about food, so he cheered, "Fish hot pot! Put lots and lots of fish in it!"

Lin Sang found Xing Shu's words amusing; the kid was clearly excited because he heard about food.

The footsteps of the family of three faded into the distance. The sunlight shone on them, warm as the fish soup Hashirama made—seemingly gentle, yet possessing the power to melt away all barriers.

Just like how Hashirama Senju treated Lin Sang, his kindness was gentle yet unquestionable.