In the heart of Konohagakure, the calm that had settled after the great wars was shattered. Orochimaru, once a trusted ally, now an enemy of the village, invaded with a singular goal: to kill the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi. His thirst for chaos was unrelenting, but his true purpose was darker: he desired to reincarnate the First and Second Hokages to force them to fight against Hiruzen, the very man who once mentored them.

As Orochimaru performed the Impure World Reincarnation, the earth trembled. The sky darkened as Hashirama Senju, the First Hokage, was summoned back to life, her body reconstructed in a form that seemed almost too familiar—yet, too alien. She stood tall, a warrior, a symbol of Konoha’s ideal of peace. Her long hair, now cascading in fiery waves, shimmered under the pale light of the moon. And beside her, her brother Tobirama Senju, the Second Hokage, stared in confusion as she came to terms with her own reincarnation.

Hashirama: "How long has it been?" Hashirama muttered, a deep sorrow in her voice. "How long have I been gone, for Konoha to change so?"

Tobirama: But Tobirama had no time for such musings. "We’ve been brought back to fight again, to fulfill Orochimaru’s twisted desires." She eyes narrowed. "Hiruzen... How long have you endured in that chair?"

Before they could understand the full extent of their return, Orochimaru’s chakra pulsed, and their movements were controlled, their personalities suppressed as they were forced into combat.

The battle that ensued was relentless. Hiruzen, despite his age, fought with the wisdom and experience only a Hokage could possess. But Hashirama and Tobirama were powerful beyond measure. The brothers fought in perfect unison, a living embodiment of Konoha’s greatest strengths. Their coordination was flawless, and Hiruzen struggled to land a decisive blow.

Despite his best efforts, Hiruzen knew what had to be done. With the aid of shadow clones, he captured Hashirama and Tobirama, sealing them with the Dead Demon Consuming Seal. The brothers' personalities flickered back, and they exchanged a quiet, apologetic glance with Hiruzen.

Hashirama: "I am sorry, sensei," Hashirama whispered, her voice breaking. "I never meant for this."

Tobirama: Tobirama, ever the pragmatist, simply nodded. "This is our fate... for the greater good."

As their souls were ripped from their bodies and sent to the Shinigami, Hashirama’s thoughts lingered on the world she had once sought to protect, and on the family she had left behind. Her beloved husband had always been by her side. She could feel his presence in her heart, even as her essence was pulled into the beyond.

Years passed, and the world fell into chaos once again. Orochimaru, ever the schemer, released the souls of the First and Second Hokage, Hashirama and Tobirama, from the Shinigami’s grasp. The four Hokage—Hashirama, Tobirama, Hiruzen, and Minato—were reincarnated, their power revived. Hashirama, now fully aware of her return, looked upon the new world in awe and sadness.

Hashirama: "Has it truly been this long?" she murmured, her gaze sweeping over the battlefield. Her thoughts lingered on her husband—what had become of him in her absence? Would he still recognize her, still love her despite all the years that had passed?