"Tobirama! What is he carrying?"
Clad in black and red armor, Hashirama Senju turned to ask his younger brother, looking puzzled by the object resting on Wang Ming's shoulder.
Clad in silver with blue armor, Tobirama Senju's expression darkened as he guessed, "That should be an electronic device."
"I don't know its exact function, though."
Hashirama Senju: "There's something you don't know?"
Tobirama Senju wore an expression of total defeat, muttering, "Older brother, I've been dead for over forty years. How would I know about these things?"
The Senju brothers had been dead for over forty years and were completely out of touch with the modern era, but Madara Uchiha was not. Gazing at the black object resting on Wang Ming's shoulder, his memories slowly unspooled, and a moment later he recalled what it was. His face instantly turned as dark as ink—he had almost been obliterated by Raikage A just a moment ago.
Madara Uchiha wanted to speak up, but forcibly suppressed the thought.
"You must be the Uchiha Great Elder?"
With blonde hair, brownish-black skin, a burly physique, and draped in a white Godly Garment Robe bearing the kanji for "Lightning," Fourth Raikage A frowned and asked.
"You've clearly read my intel files, so why bother asking?" Wang Ming said indifferently.
Raikage A was a hot-tempered fellow, but that didn't mean he was completely out of touch with the times. How could he fail to recognize that the thing on Wang Ming's shoulder was a video camera? He just didn't understand what Wang Ming was trying to accomplish.
He could easily read the intent behind Wang Ming's words: to deliberately film the embarrassing moments of Tobirama Senju and the others and use them later as blackmail or ridicule.
Raikage A turned to look at the faces of Tobirama