Tobirama, who didn't want to meet with Mito, decided to focus his energy on a different Uzumaki.
The young prodigy who had come to Konoha from Uzushio.
Initially, Tobirama's intent was simple - a mere test of the boy's ability to sense impending danger.
But as he subtly unleashed his killing intent, he was met with an immediate and fierce retaliation.
The boy, Jiraiya, had not only sensed Tobirama's presence but had also reacted with a strength that suppressed his expectation.
Tobirama's analytical mind raced as he assessed the situation. "So young," he thought, "yet so undeniably powerful. His physical prowess is already on par with a Jonin-level ninja."
He marveled at the boy's potential, knowing that with age and maturity, Jiraiya's strength would only grow exponentially.
A flicker of excitement ignited within Tobirama. It was as if he were facing a young Hashirama once again, the raw power and unyielding spirit mirroring those of his beloved brother in his youth.
Tobirama's expectations for Jiraiya soared, his mind already envisioning the heights the boy could reach.
Meanwhile, Jiraiya was reeling from the shock of the encounter. The Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama himself, had attacked him without warning.
Memories flooded his mind, recollections of Tobirama's relentless pursuit of talent, his insatiable desire to gather all those with exceptional abilities under his wing.
"Damn it,"
Jiraiya cursed inwardly,
"Why did it have to be him?"
His dislike for Tobirama was deeply ingrained, a resentment born from the knowledge of the chaos the man had sown.
The creation of Root, the development of Edo Tensei - these were the seeds that had sprouted into the villainy of Danzo and Orochimaru in Jiraiya's past life.
The air thrummed with unspoken tension as Tobirama and Jiraiya faced each other, their gazes locked in a silent duel of wills.
They measured the other, Tobirama recognizing the spark of immense potential in the boy.
Breaking the silence, Tobirama spoke, his voice laced with authority,
"You possess remarkable strength, young one. I extend an offer to you. Become my disciple."
Jiraiya's response was swift,
"Dream on, old man. I refuse."
Tobirama's eyebrows shot up in surprise,
"O-Old man?"
The renowned Tobirama, feared and respected throughout the Shinobi world, was taken aback by the blunt rejection.
He had assumed that Jiraiya, upon recognizing his identity, would have eagerly accepted his offer.
Jiraiya's smirk widened,
"Can you tell me why you wouldn't want to be my disciple? Perhaps a demonstration of my power is in order?"
Tobirama questioned, his pride slightly wounded.
"Are you Senju Hashirama? If not, then I have no interest in becoming your disciple,"
Jiraiya retorted, his voice laced with a hint of arrogance.
Tobirama's eye twitched involuntarily. Never before had he encountered someone so audacious as to compare him to his elder brother, the legendary God of Shinobi.
While Tobirama acknowledged that he was not as innately powerful as Hashirama, he was a genius in his own right, having created countless innovative and formidable jutsu.
Tobirama's silence stretched, his mind working as he tried to comprehend the boy's unusual behavior.
"So be it then,"
He reiterated, his voice firm,
"But I will still have you as my disciple, even if you don't want to."
Jiraiya scoffed, his tone incredulous.
"So shameless!"
Tobirama merely shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I don't care!"
And he truly didn't. Tobirama's resolve was unwavering. He saw Jiraiya's potential, a raw power that could be honed into a formidable ninja.
And as they sparred, Tobirama's conviction only grew stronger.
'He can be my sword against Uchiha,'
Tobirama thought, his eyes gleaming with a steely determination. He envisioned Jiraiya as the first member of Root, a loyal and capable shinobi who would serve the village without hesitation. Danzo would have to wait.
Their duel continued, a dance of taijutsu, ninjutsu, and kenjutsu.
Each movement was a test, a probe to measure Jiraiya's limits.
Tobirama could have easily overpowered him, but he held back, observing, analyzing, pushing Jiraiya to his very edge.
He wanted to see how far Jiraiya could go, how much he could endure, how brightly his spirit would burn.
But He forgot something important and that he shouldn't mess around the garden too much. And as their fight reached a certain point. Tobirama felt familiar chakra surging the whole ground.
"Shit, I forgot about Mito."
He then was sealed by her Fuinjutsu along with Jiraiya.
"You are going to take all the blame, old man. Hehehe"
Smirked Jiraiya as he knew Tobirama fucked up big time.
"Shut up."
That was all he could say before he saw the impending doom walking toward him in the form of a woman. Her hair stood tall, her eyes shining with blood red color.
"Do you know what you did wrong, Tobirama?"
Tobirama felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple. The prospect of facing Mito's wrath was far from appealing.
His mind raced, desperately searching for an escape route.
"Ah, you know what?"
He said calmly.
"It just slipped my mind that I have some pressing matters to attend to. Duty calls, unfortunately. I'll catch up with you later, sister-in-law."
With a practiced flourish of hand seals, Tobirama vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving behind only the faintest trace of his chakra.
He congratulated himself on his quick thinking, believing he had successfully evaded the impending storm.
However, Mito was not so easily fooled. Her lips curved into a knowing smirk as she deftly wove her own hand seals, countering Tobirama's escape technique.
In a flash of light, he reappeared, his smirk frozen on his face.
"Did you really think you could get away from me that easily, Tobirama?"
Mito's voice was laced with amusement, but there was an underlying steeliness that brooked no argument.
"I placed a seal on you the moment I sealed you. You're not going anywhere until we've had a proper chat."
Tobirama groaned inwardly.
"Uzumaki and their seals,"
He muttered under his breath, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He knew there was no point in resisting.
Craze: 5/6