Their first meeting was in the strip of forest considered no man 's land directly between their clans. It was late and with only the new moon hanging above them it was dark, cold enough to leave one wondering if winter was truly over yet. Tobirama was tired and dirty, sticky with blood and sore with bruises, hurrying home at speeds much too fast for his current chakra levels. He should have been looking ahead to check for enemies but his head was too muddled to bother with sensing and thoughts of home drove him onward long passed the point when it would have been smarter to just find shelter and rest until morning.