Land of Snow, at the gates of Fūka Castle.
The morning wind was still biting cold, yet for Fūka Koyuki—now standing at the summit of her nation—it seemed to carry a hint of warmth.
"Are you… really leaving?"
Dressed in magnificent royal robes, she looked more like a child afraid of being left behind. Her hands clutched the hem of her garments, her eyes rimmed red.
"There are still matters I must handle in Konoha," Uchiha Tobirama replied calmly.
He tossed her a special kunai, its black handle engraved with an unfamiliar technique formula.
Fūka Koyuki caught it hurriedly, holding it as though it were something priceless. "This is…?"
"It's not a keepsake," Tobirama said, reaching out to smooth her wind-tousled bangs.
"If you're ever in danger, or if someone attempts rebellion—or if you simply need me—channel chakra into it."
"No matter where I am, I'll arrive immediately."
Her heart throbbed.
"Mm! I'll remember!" she said, nodding through her tears.
"I'll protect the Land of Snow and make it your strongest support."
"I'm going."
Without further words, Tobirama grasped Pakura's shoulder.
A flash of light.
They vanished into the snowfield, leaving Fūka Koyuki standing at the gate, the kunai still warm in her hands.
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Konoha. Hokage Office.
Space distorted, and Tobirama appeared with Pakura.
As soon as he arrived, his gaze shifted.
Behind the desk sat Senju Tsunade—dressed not in her usual attire, but in formal office wear, correcting documents with a serious expression.
"You're back already?" she said, startled. "You didn't say anything!"
Tobirama's eyes lingered briefly before he smiled. "I see you've been busy."
Pakura was quickly assigned her task and dismissed, leaving the office quiet once more.
Tsunade exhaled and set aside the documents. Her expression turned solemn.
"The results of the asset seizures are in," she said.
"What we uncovered… it's worse than we imagined."
She explained everything—hidden vaults, secret experiments, and the truth behind the decline of once-great clans. Her voice shook with anger and grief.
When she finished, silence filled the room.
"That's enough," Tobirama said at last. He moved beside her and rested a steady hand on her shoulder.
"The past can't be changed. But the future is ours to shape."
He gave clear orders. The evidence would be made public. The truth would be known.
Tsunade nodded firmly. "I'll arrange it immediately."
As she turned to leave, Tobirama stopped her.
"Wait."
She lost her balance slightly as he guided her back, but he steadied her at once.
"Official business is done," he said quietly. "You've worked hard."
Tsunade froze, then let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
"…Just for a moment," she said softly.
The office door remained closed that afternoon.
No one interrupted.
Outside, Konoha was peaceful and bright.
Inside, the Hokage continued his work—thoroughly, tirelessly, and with unwavering focus.
By the time evening came, all matters, public and private, had been properly settled.
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