Hell yeah I’ve got a couple of background headcanons I can send your way, anon. °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
They come down from the sky on a metal ship; just the two of them and their strange armored ninken.
They want to talk to the leader of the planet.
Father laughs, unsurprising. How do they not know that the world is at war–has always been at war? There are no leaders beyond clan heads and whatever shaky holds the daimyo have on the land.
Still, Father lets them stay for a time; the Senju are not called the clan with a thousand skills for nothing.
When an enemy squadron attacks, they defeat them all easily, just the two of them, with their swords made of lightning.
They leave afterwards, say they will send people in the future–to talk when the world has learned peace.
Tobirama learns that peace isn’t weakness–it’s about being strong enough to not need to fight.
When you are eight, you are brought in to speak to the lead teaching Jedi, as all members of your clan are. You are asked about your future plans, about what comes after being an initiate.
Every eight year old at the Temple wants to be a Jedi Knight; to be otherwise is considered a failure.
But you don’t think that’s true.
“An Archivist,” you say, because all of your clan mates have no doubt said they want to become padawans and you’re sure the lead teacher is bored of it. And plus, it’s always better to keep your options open; you’ve always been interested in Jedi traditions, and becoming a curator of them would be a contented existence. “There is still wisdom to be had from our history.”
The lead teacher nods, accepting. There is no change in expression on hir face, which you ought to have expected.
You are dismissed and so you go to the Room of a Thousand Fountains, letting the waters calm you.
You don’t become an Archivist.
In the Crystal Cave of Ilum’s Jedi Temple, you undergo The Gathering.
Like many padawan before you it is a test of patience, resourcefulness, and resilience.
It is painfully cold.
You don’t let that stop you.
You are searching for the kyber crystal that will be the heart of your lightsaber, there is no rushing it.
And except for the cold, you don’t think it’s such a terrible experience, the cave practically sings to you–the earth and stone more calming than even the waters of the Coruscant fountains.
When you emerge, kyber crystal in hand, Master Bant looks relieved and proud.
Your lightsaber is a comforting deep green.
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