Hashirama had flown towards the Dawn Tavern on his Wooden bird, desperately looking for a drink. His feud with Madara ended there and then, and he wanted to drink to his heart's content, his heart satisfied over the fact that Konohagakure had regained peace. But, he had exiled himself from the village, leaving the responsibility to his younger brother, Tobirama and wanted to live a life of peace, far away from the rotten shinobi system, which ironically he had created himself along with Madara. He had dreamed of an idealistic country, a place where young ones would study, grow up honing their battle skills for self defence rather than fighting as innocents in a war which they didn't understand and drink to their heart's content. But, it was all laid to waste. Reality had hit him hard, and Hashirama had chosen the village over his best friend. And, finally it had ended. He wanted to taste alcohol, since he hadn't drunk a drop since years, fighting his rival and defending his village.
A cottage could be seen in the distance, lit bright by a large no. of lights inside it. It was quite a beautiful sight in the jungle. As he neared the ground, he jumped from his bird and ended the jutsu there, walking slowly inside the cottage and upon entering, saw a large no. of familiar faces. Silently, he sat on one of the chairs, and ordered for a drink.