Comeback of Senju Clan

Chapter 1: Where is Everyone?

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the once-thriving village of Konohagakure. The streets were eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the usual hustle and bustle. Buildings stood silent, their windows darkened and empty, like hollow eyes watching over the deserted village.

In the Hokage's office, Hiruzen Sarutobi sat behind his desk, poring over the latest mission reports. His age-worn hands moved methodically, but his mind was elsewhere. For days, he had felt strange fluctuations in chakra throughout the village, an unsettling ripple that he couldn't quite place.

As he paused to light his pipe, the air grew thick with an oppressive energy. His eyes widened in alarm just as a sudden explosion rattled the village. Papers flew off his desk, and the walls shook. Instinctively, Hiruzen focused his senses and pinpointed the source - the old Senju Clan compound.

"Hiruzen-sama!" An ANBU operative appeared at his side, urgency in his voice. "There's been an explosion at the Senju compound!"

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The once-grand patriarch's house, nestled within the Senju compound, now lay in ruins, shrouded in dust and debris. The explosion had ripped through the ancient halls, leaving destruction in its wake. Villagers and shinobi had been gathering at a distance, murmuring in shock and confusion.

Tetsuya awoke with a start, gasping for breath. He found himself in the old Senju compound, a place once bustling with life and activity. Now, it was eerily quiet, dust-covered, and abandoned. The walls, adorned with fading murals of his clan's glory days, seemed to close in on him.

His heart pounded in his chest as he activated his sensory abilities. "Oy, oy, oy," he muttered, his voice cracking with desperation. "Where is everyone?" Tetsuya start shaking, a lone tear rolled down his cheek.

The echoes of his words bounced off the walls, mocking him. Memories of his father, Tobirama, and the proud Senju warriors flashed through his mind, only to be replaced by the stark, cold reality of the empty compound.

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Hiruzen arrived swiftly with a squad of elite shinobi. His eyes scanned the devastation, heart heavy with a mix of dread and curiosity. As the dust began to settle, he noticed a figure sitting motionless amidst the rubble.

Approaching cautiously, Hiruzen recognized the man instantly. His mid-lenght silver hair and face marking nearly carbon copy of his late sensei Tobirama, it was Tetsuya Senju, a tall, imposing figure and foggy blue eyes, his presence both strong and disorientated.

"T-Tetsuya Senju..." Hiruzen stammered, disbelief coloring his voice. "How... how is this possible?"

Hiruzen's mind raced, struggling to comprehend the sight before him. Memories of his youth flooded back training under Tobirama, fighting - alongside him in battles long past. He had mourned his senpai's death, accepted it as a harsh reality of the shinobi world. And now, here he stood, Tobirama's son, person who should've become third Hokage alive after over fifty years.

"Tetsuya," Hiruzen finally managed, his voice trembling. "It's been... it's been over fifty years. We thought... we thought you were dead..."