The walk to the Hokage's residence was a solemn procession. Two Uchiha elders, their faces still pale from the meeting, flanked the tiny figure of Hana, who clutched the hand of one, her earlier fire seemingly banked. They were admitted into the home, a place still smelling of fresh tatami and new wood.
Inside, Hashirama sat at a low table, his head in his hands. Mito Uzumaki, her brilliant red hair like a flame in the dimming light, was calmly pouring tea, though her sharp eyes missed nothing. Tobirama was there too, leaning against a far wall, his arms crossed and his gaze like ice. The atmosphere was tense, the aftermath of the political tsunami Hana had unleashed.
Hana bowed clumsily. The elders remained by the door, looking deeply uncomfortable.
"Sorry hokage sama but i need to do that or my clan will take arm to start war again if they didn't get compensation," she began, her voice small and surprisingly contrite.
Hashirama's head snapped up. The weight of her words hit him not as an excuse, but as a stark, terrifying truth. He had been so focused on his dream of unity that he had willfully ignored the depth of the Uchiha's bitterness and sense of betrayal. A child was now explaining the reality of the peace he'd built to him. His shoulders slumped.
"so i stepped on and said what i had to say, to keep the peace that madara sama and you hashirama sama worked hard to keep ,"
Tobirama's icy glare thawed by a fraction, replaced by analytical scrutiny. The child's stated motive—preserving peace—directly countered his assumption of Uchiha treachery. It was a motive he could, however reluctantly, comprehend.
"i apologize for my rashness but i am just 3 years old please don't take what i did as offense,"
Mito Uzumaki, who had been observing silently, let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh. The apology, wrapped in the undeniable truth of her age, was a masterstroke. It was impossible to hold a grudge against a toddler who had just cited the prevention of a civil war as her justification.
Then Hana turned her large, innocent eyes to Mito. "oh mito sama you really are pretty i learned your clan the uzumaki are the best on sealing on all the five land ,"
Mito's lips curved into a slight, gracious smile. "Thank you, little one. That is true."
Hana's expression grew serious, her childish voice taking on a somber, prophetic tone. "but now hashirama already gave the other villages tailed beasts they will have trouble on sealing this tailed beasts so they might attack your clan after hashirama and madara death ,"
The smile vanished from Mito's face. The color drained from Hashirama's. Tobirama pushed himself off the wall, his body tensed. It was a threat none of them had vocalized, a terrifyingly logical conclusion that had been lurking in the back of their minds. The other villages, unable to control the beasts, would inevitably seek to eliminate or enslave the only clan with the knowledge to restrain them. This three-year-old had just laid out a probable future genocide of the Uchiha's traditional rivals, the Uzumaki.
"so why not let the uzumaki clan move to our village, or they can live on the fire daimyo city and open few sealing businesses like sealing scrolls that store things and if any village needed help on the sealing of the tailed beasts they can pay the uzumaki clan to do it, for this to happen the uzumaki need to be natural ,"
Hashirama's eyes widened in dawning hope. Instead of a target, the Uzumaki could become an invaluable, neutral resource. A protected asset. Tobirama's mind raced, already calculating the economic and strategic benefits. A monopoly on advanced fuinjutsu? It would make Konoha, or the Land of Fire, indispensable.
Then came Hana's final proposal. She looked between Mito and the stunned Hashirama. "how about making your clan do marriage alliance with us uchiha clan too not just senju clan aren't the village created for peace what better than marriage alliance to solidify it and no one will dare mess with uzumaki clan then "
The room was utterly silent.
Hashirama looked like he'd been hit by another Wood Clone. The idea was so simple, so obvious, and so radical. It would bind the three most powerful clans in the village—Senju, Uchiha, Uzumaki—together by blood, making the village itself a family.
Mito's sharp eyes gleamed. She saw not just safety, but immense influence. An alliance with the Uchiha would balance the village's power structure perfectly, preventing any one clan from dominating and making the Uzumaki the crucial linchpin between them.
Tobirama looked at the little girl with something akin to horrified respect. In one evening, she had betrothed Madara to a princess, carved a mountain, bankrupted his clan, potentially saved the Uzumaki, and now proposed a triple-clan alliance that would reshape the village's entire political landscape. All while apologizing for being rash.
Hana simply stood there, waiting, as the three most powerful people in Konoha stared at her, completely re-evaluating the future based on the words of a three-year-old with a penchant for dango and geopolitical upheaval.