After his declaration he was guided gently, but swiftly to a rather large wooden home near to the center of the village -settlement? It was out of the way, and rather hidden behind the shadow of what Naruto imagined would turn into the Hokage mansion. It appeared cozy for all intense and purposes, made entirely of wood and considerably larger then a shack might be in his time. In truth Naruto found resemblance to Tazuna's house in The Land of Waves. At least, he reflected, it was doubtful the shodai -?- was planning on killing him in worry of his ignorance. They stepped in, with the 'clunk, clunk' from the wood on their shoes to a completely dark home. After taking his own off however, Hashirama moved to the windows opened each one in turn, and then from the inside flung open the shutters outside. Bringing in a considerable amount of sunlight to the brown room.

Wherein Naruto looked around, and sweat a little at all the old implements surrounding. He hadn't seen many of them in his life true, but it was exceptionally old technology. There wasn't even a gas stove -which he had possessed, and he knew to be outdated.- No indeed, what Naruto guessed to be the equivalent, was a stacking of bricks surrounding a hole where charred firewood rested in the center, a large -bigger then he had ever witnessed- black pot hanging from two metal poles overtop. It was rude, but he cringed at the sight, far out of his comfort zone, even having been a shinobi camping in harsh conditions it was different to come home to much the same. It spoke heavily just how far he was from his own time to see such antique equipment. It was for this that he walked with hesitation into the home as Hashirama dusted his hands together and effortlessly replaced the large pot with a kettle -just as the one he had back home.- Easily starting a fire with spark rocks.

"Now, then." He then set at the low table legs perfectly tucked beneath him on the cushion. A smile on his face which seemingly wavered every separate second. Naruto took that to mean he was to sit as well, so he did, albeit with less grace. He was unaccustomed to the low tables which rang throughout Konoha heritage, often in his previous time they were made high with chairs- only the main clans like the Hyuga and the Yamanaka protected the old ways so much as to keep the traditional furniture.

"I suppose I will have to teach you about yourself. That's not too bad, I've answered many questions from the clan children about their bodies. Of course I've never taught anyone as old as you before, should be interesting." The tall man gripped his chin, and stared intently as Naruto attempted to discreetly lean back- the feeling of intense scrutiny crawling over his skin. Still, while there was a judgment sitting within brown eyes, Naruto could see they were not distained- in fact they gave off an amusement, slight though. It was challenging not to wiggle too much under the stare and he did find himself smiling with nerves. Almost wishing to spout out that he had been kidding all along- but masked that hidden desire with a fakened laughter which no one could buy as genuine.

"Ah, Sorry Naruto-kun I did not intend to make you nervous, merely attempting to figure out where to begin." He righted himself from his previous slouching position and slapped his hand on his thighs before laughing jovially. Naruto found the display disarming, not badly, but the man was so animate that he could hardly recognize him as the same he had seen on the battlefield. It was easing eitherway, and tension wound around his limbs loosened, a comfort settling down in his core from the display. "Well, lets start with the basics. The definition of an Omega does vary minutly with differing clans though the concept is the same in general; 'Omega are those born to carry, birth and foster the new generation.' Thats how it was stated to me by my father. A rather horrible way to put it, it sounds so dismissive- but its not inaccurate."

'Dismissive-' Naruto thought, 'dismissive doesn't cover it!' Among that thought he was confused to the boundaries of the seven hells, he had been called one several times- was that to say he could now give birth? He had never been grand at anatomy, he had paid attention to it enough to comprehend where a person might be vulnerable in a fight- but his mind had always gone astray when sex had come up. Only sticking to the basics. Iruka had forced him once into a proper course and that was with the bribery of ramen afterwards. An hour of sitting with other boys learning about male gentals, it had gotten so much worse when female anatomy had been brought up- Naruto had wanted to gag afterwards. But he had come to know that only women could get pregnant.

So for several moments he blinked in his confusion- if the shodai -?- was playing with his mind, a trick, a test. Then his mind once more began to think deep thoughts, and he remembered with yet another jolt of comprehension; this was not where he came from, this was another reality, and one he would have to adapt to. After a fair moment of silence he nodded towards the patiently waiting man across- all the while hitting himself mentally in an attempt to mash the information into his skull and therein into a state of acceptance.

Hashirama got up afterwards, grabbing a lose bowl from one of the small cupboards. Naruto could peer over just enough to see something green sitting within, but nothing more, the man was tall after all. Two spoonfuls of the mystery green was transferred into clay cups and the kettle carefully taken away from the pit. Tea, the blond guessed, he didn't commonly drink it, moreof he wasn't allowed into the stores that sold it- and his budget had always been tight anyway. He did like the type that the Third had made when he rarely visited and brought some along. One cup was placed kindly infront of him with a sweetened smile in addition and in turn Naruto returned it, under the understanding that his host was attempting to calm any frayed nerves.

"Obviously, Omegas are anyone with the capability of carrying a child they have to possess a certain type of anatomy to do this however. As an Omega you will notice that muscle is not easily developed, and typically we're quite short." The brunet snickered at this gesturing rather flamboyantly to himself. "Typically." Naruto snicked as well, Hashirama was certainly not short, indeed he was one of the tallest men the young shinobi had met. Looking around with a miscrivious glint in amber alit eyes and a coy smile lifting his lips- Hashirama pulled up his long sleeve to reveal a very refined arm. Flexing and showing off quite a bit of impressive muscle. "Don't tell anyone this, but I've been working out for a long time now, got a pretty nice amount of muscle these days!"

They both grinned, until the words began to ring strange into Naruto's head. "Why shouldn't I tell anyone?" Hashirama flixed his sleeve, then took a rather graceful sip of tea, appearing rather delicate and the opposite of how he had just been.

"No doubt you don't remember, but we Omega are precious, we are the only ones who can bare children 'irreplaceable.' Thus we are often targeted by enemy clans; frequently mercenaries, to cease the continuation of our family line. Its better for us, and our families that we avoid fighting." A large eye roll followed. "However, that has been taken a touch too far if you ask me. That was the original intention of banning us from battlefields -at least it was in my clan, which I can understand the ideal of! Now though..." He trailed off, his head shaking slowly with thin lips far from the coy tilt they had held moments ago. Eyes softened but serious when they met Naruto's again, "best not tell anyone okay? Please?" Knowing that it was a consiquencial secret Naruto agreed without a question of his own, already having the feeling that it was a matter of reclusion and segregation and therein he had no want to tell other's of the man's secret.

Popping back to normal joviality Hashirama clapped his hands together, a grin only slightly crooked on his face. "Now then! What next?" Naruto certainly had no true understanding so he sat quiet, threw his cup up and drink plenty mouthfuls of tea until there was a wet trail down his chin. From what he knew tea often helped one calm down, and his nerves were fraying at the edges. He'd seen Tsunade take large swings of alcohol in the same manner, surely the principle was the same. The liquid was hot enough to burn its way down his throat and numb his mouth- he ignored the feeling. Hashirama stared at him with a befuddled expression and a margin of amusement shaking his shoulders and twining his mouth a couple way in want to contain it.

"Well politesse will certainly have to be addressed at some point." The brunet shook his head, his flora adorned braid falling behind his back. "But thats a more advanced lesson! Back to the basics!"

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Had the environment not been considerably understated in comparison to what he had known, the blond man would assume he had simply just been held- captive in a lecture. Iruka explaining with great, nigh enthusiastic tones the wonders of the human body. The similarities to the man he had known and Senju Hashirama was not drastically different, their colouring was largely the same and they both maintained positive and kindly natures with soft auras. Of course, Naruto had never remained long inside his former teacher's classroom if he could help it, this time he had been obligated to stay. A gentle reminder of his inadequacy when learning through explanation rather then example was used. Hashirama had gone to explain several of the intricacies of the Omegan body, and though informative -that which Naruto had managed to remember- it had been both a dreadfully dull and embarrassing lecture. Explaining quite explicitly the manner in which one became pregnant and how the Omega body differed from that of an 'Alpha.'

From what he understood an 'Alpha' was simply an individual with a penis, simplistic as that was. The large difference from his own former reality was that female Alpha did not have the ability to become pregnant. The majority of Hashirama's lecture as to the difference between them and male Alphas had been tuned out of Naruto's mind by the inner comprehension that he most certainly did not wish to know the details of that information. Especially as it did not pertain to him- mind had only allowed him to remain concentration in the comprehension that what he was being taught was in fact common understanding.

His mind filtered to his companion, wondering how he was fairing under the pretense of being aware of all these differences- had he fallen trap to his ignorance, become revealed? Or was he managing to keep himself steady in a land unknown? Judging from what he had seen the man was a pillar of logistical thinking, capable of appearing calm and unaffected even when considerably confused. Indeed, Naruto had said much in their past interaction which had given the man pause, but he had always replied with a well fabricated response, nary showing a fraction neither of surprise nor true confusion in his express or the tone of his reply.

Presently the blond was sitting rather idle inside his fellow Omega's home, uncertain of how precisely to proceed. He had no place to go and no money nor recognition on his side. Much as he hated to admit it to self or others, he was twitching with a large amount of anxiety. Typically in his former home, he knew how to go along in his life with little aid from others- stealing if need be and working as hard as he might in a village with did not welcome his existence. Now he was placed in a circumstance wherein he was not entirely unwelcome, but he was distinctively uneducated, unknowing and quite alone. Though Madara, as one such as himself was a minor comfort in their shared ignorance, he at the least, had a definined place in this society.

It was not silent in the house, a deep silken smooth humming coming from a room not far off- Hashirama said he would be back quickly and though they barely knew each other, Naruto would be soothed by the kind company the man providing. His presence was simply easy, a soothing comfort to be certain, whether or not that was due to an uncanny resemblance to his old teacher, Naruto was uncertain.

Finally the man came back in, a gentile smile in place as he held up a rather beautiful, and traditional kimono, a komon, if Naruto remembered correctly.

Though unlikely one so opposed should learn of a topic of such irrelevance unto the common day individual (that is his own time and reality), during his travels with his mentor, he had found an interest in the topic of traditional fashion. This, borne from experiencing the cultures of the more traditionalized towns they'd passed through- was in interest he had cultivated by asking around those towns with a luster in his eyes, that even Jiraiya had noticed the curiosity, fostered it in fact.

Presently it was useful, though Naruto was rather wishing he had made an investment into other prominent aspects of history. He could hit himself for that mistake now.

He chose instead to focus on the simple, but nonetheless beautiful komon Hashirama was holding high. A somewhat pale shade of blue transitioning into the darker more rich ocean colour at the bottom, it had a simple pattern of large spiralling waves. Modest, but Naruto stared at its beauty with inraptured eyes. "I think this will do you nicely Naruto-kun. It is an old kimono of mine, before this little settlement of ours was forged, and before my growth became daunting. It may, perhaps, be a slight long for your small frame, but as you are a scarce -or so we assume- sixteen-cycles, it is likely you have yet more growing to do." A good amount of gaping occurred then, the piece was nothing like Naruto had ever worn. In truth, he did not know how he would wear such a garment, how to put it on, nor give it the respect it deserved.

"First however, you must bathe. There is a stream which runs cold not far behind the house, wipe away the blood and grime. You can use one of my sheets hung outside to dry before putting this on." Naruto breathed deeply not certain of what to say, he had always accepted gifts were an eager smile, only to find them the result of a cruel prank by his peers. He could see no reason why this would be deceitful.

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Uchiha Madara could spot the immediate similarities and differences interwoven within this new Konoha. People whom he had known still existed, their names remained, their faces had no great change. The village and its buildings was not terribly different from what it had been in his time. From his impression as it were, though demeanours and mannerisms were generally the same, there were some minor discrepancies which stood outlined to his perceptive gaze. What stood in great prominence was the clothing and from and outside perspective; it was apparent that interactions were considerably less confrontational and more watered with formality and courtesy then they were in the time he had known.

The Senju verses his own clan had glaring differences, they always had. This, however, was a fraction more unusal. For a glaring change was the manner of dress. Madara was not a man who looked upon clothing and judged it by beauty rather then practicality, the simple apparel which would suit one well for traveling or fighting, light for mobility, strong for added defense, flexible for movement and unobstructive for ease of use. Basic rationality, no true reason for protest in his mind, this was a world of war after all. However, in only a difting glance he could see such ideals were not as implemented in logic.

Many of the Senju wore a traditional kimono, a garment he had watched become popular amongst young women within Hashirama's clan as peace settled more firmly in place. In difference however, was that many men here had adopted the type of garment, making for a more beauticious appearance rather then one of intimidation -or practicality. In inverse, some woman amongst within their clan dawned the traditional attire which was more attuned to battle- hakama, haori, and a simple kimono underneath. Additionally, as he had quietly observed with Hashirama and his infernal brother, there were distinct lines underneath each persons eyes. Those men and women wearing a beautiful kimono had white lines curving at the bottom of their eye, flicking upwards towards the edge of the brow -as Hashirama's, an elegant showcase of the eye shape. In opposition those dawning the more practical apparel, beheld the same shape, save red. It had been odd to see the scutinizing visage of Tobirama without his war paint- and instead an elegent sweep under the eye.

The Uchiha grasped his attention fastly, as natural when regarding ones kin. The eye notices quick. The battle clothing they had worn, high collar a slight a bit above the knees, somewhat thick, in dark shades. That was the normality he knew, a drastic change was however the sheer amount of women wearing such clothes. Within his time the woman of his clan were expected to astray from fighting and keep themselves within the encampment with the younger children and babes in order to assure of their safety. They did not wear the clothing of the shinobi, they wore the fur of the wolves, foxs, and bears they hunted for warmth embedded into the structure of a simplistic dark yutaka within the boundaries of appropriate modesty. Despite himself, he found his stare lingering on many whom passed him for this fact- antithetical to the ideal of seeming adapt with this strange new version of the village he had been thrown into.

There was another difference quite stark, - a realization he had within several paces- all of those women he had known to be respectable mother's and healers in his time, kin born of the clan, wore the battle clothing, none dawned the traditional fur kimono. No, instead, there were many faces he did not know in bright and pastel clothing he did not recognize the design of, all with the Uchiha clan kamon on their backs. These individuals wore lose clothing, men and women alike, with a long skirt tied off just underneath the breast area with a strip of ribbon. The flow of said skirt brushing with the slightest sweep of wind alongside a ankle length -what Madara would describe as a haori- with long sleeves seemingly made of silk. The majority with long hair tied up in large styles above the skelp- and the unfamiliar Uchiha had to imagine either twistings of itself or twine, decorated with flowers and some sculpted stone combs, some had visible ribbons tying their hair up into knots, others did not and it appeared to be held there by pure chakra -though he could sense none.

It was in such a stark contrast that the wisened man gave himself a moment of pause to simply glance around in evaluation and befuddlement. Men draped in beauticious clothing, women in battle cloth, hair standing tall without practicality -was that not a painful experience? Even Hashirama whom he had known for all too many years dawned an effeminate appearance with his floral hair and light kimono. Was this world so turned from his own? He had known it would be a shift a delicate imbalance to that of which he was familiar, yet in glancing about himself the contrast appeared too austere for his mind to fully comprehend as it were. It took several moments of deep breathing and a near meditation before he restablized his already warped self-assurence and walked forward.

Drifting himself back into thoughts of extensive prevalence rather then the astetic level of clothing, unto those changes more profound. Such as the fact he had yet to sense any chakra. None since they had arrived at that riverbank, even then it had been that of his blond companion, which had faded fast as they'd traversed. Since, no flash of cold or warm, no beat behind his ears, or sharp spike. Previously, it had been obscure, but as he walked to what had once been his home -alas he was hopeful it remained so,- that itch of discomfort had frothed into a consternation. Nothing at the entrance, none within the village, a lack of seeping chakra neither from his old friend and his inane brother. They two had always maintained copious amounts of chakra, an amount which remained detectable unless purposefully, consciously, in concealment, continuously seeping in a trickle from their figures. Yet, he had detected no trace.

It was as he opened the door of his still home, still blooded from his imprisonment and strained in mind. Looking upon the entrance with near all that as he had remembered, a few objects in different placements or those he was not familiar with. Glancing around to see much of what he had known just as he recalled, his home was much the same in decor and simple appearance. As he stepped in test, a musical floor board creaked just as he had remembered. It was as he shut the door and removed his sandals that he paused. His folly flashing afore his eyes with a sword slice of painful comprehension; though it had spoken to him with hints and whispers- his brain had been too considerate of that which he had known, expectation. Uchiha Madara lent against his wall, the whip wounds in his back but a throb, shock spiking in his mind, alongside a darkened pit weighing in his abdomen. He breathed through his nose, attempting to meditate once more. As it stood obvious to his mind. There was no chakra.