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Chakravartin, a planet filled with natural beauty and mystery. A planet with magical existences and wonders but just like all things where there is good, there is the bad.

On this Planet were continents and one of them was known as Yulan by the inhabitants. It was a vast land with different types of people and species but this beautiful land was estranged by the flames of war and conflict at a constant basis.

Kingdoms formed and fell, people died in large numbers and insanity prevailed in this environment.

"This land is for the strong; don't let your kindness blind you to the selfishness of others." A man said in a commanding tone as he slashed an enemy's neck in front of a child

The child had long black hair tied in a pony tail with green eyes and wore a simple red armor for protection while holding a katana in his right hand as he stared at the dying man bleeding over him. He was just eight years old and just like any Senju, he was part of the conflict.

The Senju clan was one of the strongest group's in the land, they were mercenaries for hire since thousands of years and they have a certain reputation for getting things done.

"Hashirama, kill them." The man demanded, his words getting him out of the daze and he looked towards the enemies

'Weak and fragile, do I need to kill them?' Hashirama wondered as his eyes analyzed the enemy clearly but he knew it was not a choice, they would need to die

Hashirama closed his eyes and moved like a lightning bolt, his movement too fast for these fodders and before they could even know anything they had dropped dead with their heads spinning in the air.

Hashirama didn't stop as he didn't wish to stay here anymore, this was a simple task for anyone but they sent him here only to taste first blood without being in danger.

He clasped his hands together and his chakra gathered in a format, 'Earth Style: Underworld Chains'.

Hashirama used the combination of the underworld swamp and the earth chains to drown the enemies into the ground.

The ground turned into a swamp very fast and with their opponents the people couldn't react well to it as it spread a large distance. Before they could sigh in relief at it just being the swamp that they could jump out of with some difficulty, the chains came at them with swift movements and dragged them like demons to the underworld.

An area of 300m was cleared within a second and Hashirama stared coldly at the scene of carnage as he took in the lives of hundreds, and the thousand more that will follow.

"I don't like this. Uncle, I will change this." Hashirama muttered as he clenched his fist causing it to bleed but it started to heal by itself and he walked away as his task was done

The man looked at the little boy and smiled, the clan saw the future in him. He was the prince and their savior with great power.

'Of course, Milord you will change everything.' Senju Touta thought as he looked at his future liege walk away

Touta was a large man with a buff body and tall stature of 2 m, he wore a red and blue armor while wielding a large blade and his main was the bow.

He had green hair and eyes, and was well known in the region as a maser marksman as he could shoot down wyverns from a thousand miles. His arrows could shoot through mountains if he so wanted and most foes wouldn't survive a single move from him.

He was feared but Touta was a warm man that liked to fight and eat. He adventured in his youth for many different delicacies so people thought he cared more for food but his words confirmed that he liked fighting a lot more.

"It's quite difficult for me to not say that I like fighting more than three meals a day though! Hahaha!" Touta had declared with a large laugh as he put down the wine on the table

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A week had passed by since his debut and Hashirama was sitting atop a waterfall in the Senju region at the back side of the village. He had a book in his hand about the founder of the Senju clan, Asura and felt that he could understand the man or the man would understand what he felt.

The history was skewed and Hashirama didn't know how their clan became like this from that peaceful group.

'What was the past like? Was it better or was it the same? Why do people not care for their lives or others? I DON'T UNDERSTAND! WHY AM I FEELING LIKE THIS?' Hashirama was getting agitated as he felt sadness over the deaths for a pointless reason

"WHY AM I SO WEIRD? WHY COULDN'T I HAVE BEEN NORMAL?" Hashirama screamed out to the world his frustration; he was the odd one out in a world that thrived on violence especially in a clan that dealt death

'I need to cool down.' Hashirama mused as he looked down below and dropped like a rock as he collided against a boulder sticking out and fell into the river below

The collision did nothing to him as his body was much harder than steel since he had been trained very harshly from the beginning. He had been abnormal from birth with his chakra active and it grew faster than anyone to heights most would only dream about.

He was the hope of the clan, the future lord of the Senju and his mastery of the elements cemented that fact. He was just a natural and nothing could be done about it.

Hashirama sank to the bottom of the river with his eyes closed and enjoyed the cool liquid, wishing all his trouble could wash away.

As he was floating in the water, Hashirama collided with something and opened his eyes.

It was a little girl with purple hair and golden eyes; she was surprised at his appearance as well.

"Who are you?" Hashirama asked as he blocked the scythe that slashed at him with his gauntlet that was enforced by his chakra

Hashirama used single handed signs with his right hand before she could react, 'Water prison.'

The girl was trapped in a water ball where Hashirama applied pressure on her arms so she would let go of the weapon and then shot her to the river bank.

The girl was very strong physically it seems, his water control wasn't strong enough to damage her with that low level technique.

She landed on the ground safely and Hashirama wondered which clan had that style of armor. The girl wore a purple robe with violet dress; her scythe was black and purple.

"I don't think you understand where you are, this is the Senju headquarters. Leave before it gets worse, I don't want you to get hurt." Hashirama warned as he walked to the river bank

The girl looked at him and then to the surroundings, "Can I stay here? People are trying to kill me."

"What is your name?" Hashirama didn't expect such a lovely voice and looked at the girl with surprise

The girl looked around and hesitated, "Medusa."

"What?" Hashirama had never heard such a naming sense, which could be attributed to his age so he didn't know about it

"They want to kill me because to them I am a monster. I have no family and then they started to see me as a monster, please just let me stay for some time and I will leave." Medusa requested

Hashirama looked at Medusa and knew she was hiding something which was clear from her expression; she wasn't used to it and was acting suspicious.

"Okay, it's easy. You can act as my follower and you will get a new home. You are strong, stronger than anyone else and could give me a challenge." Hashirama offered with a smile, he felt a bit happier now that he had seen someone special like him

Medusa was shocked and stared at him, 'He isn't afraid of me.'

"I will give you good food and a warm room plus weapons and clothes. You will be my new friend, okay. My name is Hashirama, don't forget it." Hashirama said as he placed the scythe in her hand and grabbed her right hand, dragging her to his home

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