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As Tetsuma walked down the long corridor of the Hokage building, his thoughts raced. The weight of what Tobirama had shared with him lingered like a heavy fog in his mind. He had always known this moment would come. His future knowledge—though still a little blurry, like trying to see through a foggy window—had always hinted at the inevitable. The fall of Hashirama Senju, the God of Shinobi, was always on the horizon. But to hear that it would happen within months, rather than years, hit him like a physical blow.

He had read about Hashirama's death in the manga, had known it would come at some point. But experiencing it firsthand was something entirely different. It wasn't just a piece of history; it was reality now. The gravity of the situation settled deep in his chest. His mentor, the man who had built Konoha, who had fought countless battles to protect it, would soon be gone. And with his passing, the village would lose its pillar.

Tetsuma's footsteps echoed in the hallway, the sound reverberating as if each step was a countdown to an uncertain future. The stakes were higher than ever, and he could feel the pressure mounting. He had spent years maneuvering through the politics of Konoha, slowly building his influence, learning to navigate the delicate balance of power. But with Hashirama's imminent death, everything would shift. The balance of power in the village would hang by a thread, and there were too many factions ready to tear it apart for their own gain.

He had to be prepared. He couldn't afford to falter.

His mind went through the possible scenarios: the factionalism that would surge once Hashirama was gone, the rivals who would use the power vacuum to stake their claims. Tobirama, though a capable leader, was a man burdened by his own responsibilities and struggles. Tetsuma could already hear the whispers of those who would seek to undermine him, the forces that would seek to exploit Konoha's moment of weakness. Danzō, Homura, and Koharu—all of them had their agendas, and none of them would hesitate to use this moment to further their own ambitions.

And then there was the Senju clan itself. His family. The weight of their legacy would rest on his shoulders. He would be expected to step up, to guide the clan through this storm. Tetsuma's resolve hardened. He had the strength to lead, but he needed more than just raw power. He needed allies, he needed strategy, and above all, he needed time.

He had always known that his knowledge of the future would eventually come into play. He had seen the big picture—the Fourth Shinobi World War, the fall of the Uchiha clan, and the rise of certain figures. But in this moment, he realized just how fragile everything was. The future was a shifting, unpredictable force, and he couldn't rely on what he knew to save Konoha. He would have to carve his own path forward, one decision at a time.

Tetsuma paused just before the exit of the Hokage building, standing at the threshold for a moment as he stared out into the village below. The streets of Konoha were bustling with activity, but all he could see was the looming uncertainty of the future. He had to be more than just an observer of history. He had to be a player, a force that could shape the coming days.

He let out a slow breath, a sense of determination washing over him. He wasn't just going to stand by and watch everything fall apart. He would do whatever it took to ensure Konoha survived and thrived in the aftermath of Hashirama's passing.

With that thought in mind, Tetsuma walked out of the Hokage building, ready to face the challenges ahead. The future was uncertain, but he would not let the storm tear Konoha apart. He had his role to play, and he would rise to the occasion.