The next day, inside the ninja school.
Tobirama took Dave's hand and slowly walked into the classroom. After a long conversation between father and son the previous night, they had finally opened their hearts to each other and become a real family.
Bullshit—I'm only five years old now. You made me stay up all night talking nonsense with you. Who the hell could handle that???
Tobirama also planned to enroll his son in school to study. After all, Dave was now five years old and could start focusing on chakra training.
"This is a new student in our class—my son, Senju Dave. Everyone, please welcome him." Tobirama and Dave looked at the class, and the students stared back at Dave.
Tobirama's words caused a stir. Lord Tobirama's son? The thirty-eight students in the class exclaimed in surprise. After all, Tobirama and Dave really did look alike.
Damn, don't compare the guy from Plants vs. Zombies—who wears a metal pot on his head, has hair on his arms, cross-eyed looks, and speaks in gibberish—with our Dave.
In this life, Dave had the same white hair and red eyes as Tobirama. But unlike Tobirama, who was too cold with an arrogance that radiated from the inside out, Dave always smiled, as warm as the spring sunshine.
"Hello, everyone. My name is Senju Dave. I'm five years old. I hate iron pots and talking cars. I like growing vegetables. My dream is to have a vegetable garden where I can grow plants, and zombies to fight for me." Senju Dave introduced himself.
Everyone was confused. They hadn't realized it yet—their teacher was the younger brother of the First Hokage. He shouldn't be married yet. So why did a son their age suddenly appear???
"Well, you can sit next to Hiruzen." Tobirama only showed that gentle expression when facing his son. The rest of the time, even with his elder brother, he was cold and distant.
"Yeah." Dave suppressed his inner excitement and walked in the direction Tobirama pointed. Of course he knew about Hiruzen—the old man who would become the Third Hokage! The head of the "Yellow" faction! A major powerhouse!!!
"Hello, my name is Senju Dave."
"Hello, my name is Sarutobi Hiruzen."
The two got to know each other and sat down to listen to the lesson.
He had to admit, lectures were a boring thing—no matter in his past life or now. Dave was almost asleep. If it weren't for his cheap old dad lecturing up there, he would have drifted off into a passionate dream with some teacher.
The whole morning passed.
"Okay, that's the end of this morning's class." Tobirama closed the book and said coldly.
"We'll skip the afternoon class for now. The teacher has something to do. See you tomorrow, everyone." After Tobirama finished speaking, he stood motionless on the platform, looking at his son.
At the same time, Tobirama felt a bit puzzled. The atmosphere after class today was off. Normally, as soon as he said class was over, he'd lift his foot, and the brats would scream like crazy. Why was it so quiet today?
Students: Bullshit—that's because you're leaving, and then we're crazy. Why are you standing so still today???
Tobirama had to wait for his son... After all, he was the teacher of this class, and his son was his student. Why should he wait outside the door like those other parents?
Dave blushed under Tobirama's "gentle" gaze—not just his dad's, but the other classmates' too.
Dave couldn't take it anymore, so he stood up, said goodbye to Hiruzen, and walked over to Tobirama. Tobirama nodded with satisfaction, took his son's hand, and walked out of the classroom happily.
That's right—now Tobirama could hear the students' crazy screams behind him. That was more like it.
Today was destined to be restless.
Uchiha clan.
"Father, I'm back."
"Oh, Kagami is back. Did anything interesting happen at school today?"
"Yes, there's a new classmate in our class. He's our teacher's child."
"Tobirama's child????... No matter what, Kagami, you have to build a good relationship with that child, you know?"
"Yes, Father."
Nara clan.
"Father, I'm back."
"Ah... troublesome. What do you want to eat?"
"Anything is fine. Oh, by the way, there's a new classmate in our class. He's the teacher's son."
"Lord Tobirama's son??? Ah... that's really troublesome. No matter what, you must build a good relationship with him, Shikayama."
"Oops... it's really troublesome. I got it."
"Smelly brat."
When the children in the class returned home, they all shared what had happened with Dave that day. Without exception, their parents all said the same thing: Build a good relationship with him...
This left everyone feeling helpless.
Inside the Senju mansion.
"Hello, Aunt Mito~ Hello, Uncle Hashirama~" Dave bowed to the two people in front of him and said respectfully. His heart was racing—such powerful figures!!!
"Hey~ You must be Tobirama's son. Hmm~ You really look alike." Mito looked at the respectful white-haired Dave, her motherly love overflowing. She raised Dave's face with both hands and said with a smile.
"Well, that brat Tobirama... Ignore him, Dave. Your father has something to do this afternoon. You can train with me instead," Hashirama said helplessly from the side.
Of course, he knew where Tobirama had gone, but he didn't care. If it were him in Tobirama's place, he might just throw a giant Buddha statue over there. Although Hashirama seemed silly and carefree, don't mistake him for a fool or a pushover. He could get serious if provoked.
He'd clap his hands and summon whatever he wanted.
"Let's go, Dave." Hashirama took Dave's hand and walked to the training ground behind the mansion.
"Dave, yesterday I noticed that your Wood Style seems a little different from mine," Hashirama said, looking at Dave curiously.
"Uncle Hashirama, I can summon four plants, but I have a feeling that the more chakra I have in my body, the more plants I can summon." Dave had already prepared his explanation and said it with a doubtful tone.
"Oh? Summon them and show me." Hashirama was a bit puzzled at first, then nodded.
But Hashirama soon felt at ease. After all, they were the only ones in the entire ninja world who knew Wood Style. It was very possible that Dave's path was different from his own.