The entire shinobi world shuddered at the mental image of Madara in a maid outfit.Too tempting. Too confusing. That look of bliss... As long as you believe it, it's real.
Senju Hashirama leaned forward, gleaming with curiosity.
"What maid outfit? What kind was it? Madara wore one? Could someone show me the footage? I'm dying to see it!"
Fifth Mizukage Mei Terumi chuckled.
"Still stuck on that? Didn't Madara say that once he's resurrected, he'll treat everyone to his special handmade knife-cut noodles?"
Fourth Raikage Darui laughed.
"Not so fast. Tens of billions in gold coins don't just appear out of nowhere. By the time he scrapes that together, I might be six feet under."
Ōnoki scoffed.
"So your village is mine then? You giving up already?"
Darui frowned.
"...Am I? Is it too late to take that back?"
Uchiha Madara gave a cool smile.
"Is it? Might as well accept your fate."
System: This system cannot think of a punishment!Ōnoki: Then no penalty?System: Since the reward is one prosthetic arm, all shinobi must seal their right hand for one week!
What?! Seal our right hands?A shinobi without their hand seal ability is like a fish without gills!
System: Those without a right hand must seal their left hand instead!
And just like that, some unfortunate shinobi lost the use of their only hand. It didn't vanish entirely, but their control was gone.
Orochimaru groaned.
"My good hand just came back... and now it's sealed again?"
Hashirama chuckled.
"Hey, brother, see? Hand seals aren't the only things that can be sealed."
Tobirama grinned.
"I see, but don't let it be just me suffering."
Hashirama smiled wider.
"Indeed."
Madara leaned forward, a glint in his eye.
"I have a question. Why is Danzo's prosthetic arm worth twenty-five million gold coins? My clan's Mangekyō Sharingan pair is only worth ten million."
Tobirama barked.
"Exactly! My Water Release isn't even worth that much!"
Mei raised a brow.
"My Boil Release barely reaches that value. One arm, twenty-five million?"
Darui narrowed his eyes at the screen.
"Danzo... mind explaining? Did you inlay a diamond in there?"
Rasa smirked.
"Maybe he embedded a Sharingan."
Ōnoki sighed.
"That's overkill..."
Danzo coughed nervously.
"Ahem. That's a secret of my personal combat power. I can't disclose it to just anyone."
Everyone exchanged glances. For now, they let it go.
[Video Footage]
Danzo lifted his remaining eye to the ceiling, and thenGone. Disappeared in an instant.
System: Question One: How did Danzo vanish so quickly?System: Correct answer earns one Non–Space–Time Teleportation Technique (Proficient) Card, worth 500,000 gold.System: Wrong answer penalty: unknown.System: This is a timed question. Answers open in one minute!
Hashirama praised him.
"Nice. That's solid shadow-striking technique!"
Tobirama leaned closer.
"But the clip was only two seconds. He raised his head, then poof gone?"
Darui crossed his arms.
"That's barely enough video for two questions. Who can analyze that fast?"
System: Answer phase begins now!System: Danzo, please submit.
Danzo smirked.
"I'd teleport behind the enemy and stab them with a reverse grip kunai!"
Hashirama nodded.
"Good tactical response."
Tobirama grinned.
"Nice battlefield awareness. You know when to strike."
System: Evaluating Danzo's answer…System: Wrong! Penalty: One Single–Tomoe Mangekyō Sharingan will be confiscated from your inventory.
…
Wait, what?
A Mangekyō Sharingan? In his inventory?
Rasa blinked.
"Danzo… where did you get that Sharingan?"
Danzo panicked.
"Impossible! I don't even know what a Sharingan is! I'd never own one!"
Darui frowned.
"You… you don't seem like a Sharingan-type guy."
Danzo puffed up with pride.
"See? Even the Raikage agrees I wouldn't own one!"
Darui muttered.
"You really are... unbelievable."
Mei sipped her tea and snorted.
"Excuse me, I nearly spat that out."
Tobirama clapped lightly.
"Bravo, Danzo. I always suspected those red eyes weren't natural."
All the Uchiha in the chat were trembling.
Madara narrowed his eyes.
Should Danzo admit it? Could he confess the truth of what he did to the Uchiha Clan?
Hashirama sighed.
"I promised Madara I'd give the Uchiha a safe future. How do I explain this mess?"
Madara's smirk faded into a glare.
"Explain? The Uchiha are gone. Maybe it's time the Senju disappeared too."
Tsunade went pale.
"Then I'd be the last of the Senju Clan… If there were no others, I wouldn't even be called Tsunade anymore."
Tobirama nearly jumped up.
"What?! The Senju Clan… extinct?"
Suddenly, a booming voice cut in.
Butsuma Senju, Hashirama's father, appeared in the stream chat.
"What the hell? Which idiot ruined our family's legacy?"
Hashirama gasped.
"Father? You're here too?!"
Tsunade stammered.
"Great-grandfather! I don't know what happened! One moment everything was fine, then I was the last Senju!"
Butsuma scowled.
"This better not be a joke to kill me with old age!"
Hashirama whispered.
"Father… you're already dead…"
Madara burst out laughing.
"Look at the Senju now. Downfall comes quickly."
Uchiha Izuna added.
"Father, I'm proud. The Uchiha still stand tall."
Madara waved a hand.
"Sit this one out, Dad."
Izuna grumbled.
"Fine. You're stronger anyway."
Uchiha Setsuna, quietly watching, came to a realization.
The name Madara carried so much weight… his legend even eclipsed his own descendants.
As for Butsuma, even in his prime, his glory was overshadowed by his son's title Hashirama the God of Shinobi.
In their time, they were never known as Butsuma and Izuna.Only Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha, titans of legend.
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