With a smile on her face, Tsunade spoke of how, when she was young, she and Hashirama had worked together like partners in crime to swindle money out of Tobirama. She leaned her head against Senya's shoulder, and a trace of sorrow involuntarily appeared on her face.
"It's just a shame they're no longer here..."
The grief and sadness in her voice were unmistakable.
At that moment, Hashirama and Tobirama—despite once being the gods of the Shinobi World and a ruthless Hokage—had no idea how to face Tsunade.
Then Senya raised a hand and knocked Tsunade on the head, the corners of his mouth already turning upward beyond his control.
"Are you sure you want to say all that in front of them?"
He gestured for Tsunade to look behind her.
At that moment, Hashirama and Tobirama both removed the masks from their faces.
"Long time no see, little Tsuna."
"..."
Hashirama forced out an awkward smile, feeling a little uneasy inside. Tobirama, meanwhile, silently stared at Tsunade with a straight face, his expression clearly saying: If you weren't grown up now, I'd definitely beat you up.
The first thing Tsunade did when she turned around and saw them was stare in shock. Then she laughed and punched Senya.
"Hahaha, you bastard! Why did you find two Anbu to disguise themselves as my grandfather and granduncle?"
"But I have to say, they really do look alike! If they were revived, or brought back with Impure World Reincarnation, they'd definitely react like this too!"
Tsunade's eyes sparkled as she ran over to "fake Hashirama" and "fake" Tobirama, constantly looking them up and down as though she had become a judge at an impersonation contest.
"Hiss... You're right, aside from the clothes, they really do look exactly alike!"
"But why are their