Uchiha Clan Compound.
Madara and Hashirama had been wandering around for several days, but they had yet to visit the clan cemetery.
He had come to see whether there were any graves belonging to people he knew.
Even though no one had been willing to leave the village with him back then, Madara still had many acquaintances in the clan.
Sixty years had passed. Those who had been in their twenties or thirties back then naturally could not still be alive.
Their identities had not been concealed. Everyone in the clan knew that they were Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju, the figures who had dominated the Warring States Era.
They could also be called the founders of Konoha.
But at most, people merely looked at them with somewhat astonished expressions.
After all, Senyo had brought too many and too great of shocks to the clan. He had conquered the entire Shinobi World, so what did reviving two people amount to?
Madara and Hashirama walked through the cemetery, Madara looking somewhat dazed.
Several familiar names rested here.
"Uchiha Izumo, Uchiha Nanto, Uchiha Isuke, Uchiha Narikazu..."
Madara shook his head, dispelling the lingering nostalgia in his heart.
It's fine. I still have Hashirama.
As long as we find that Plow, Senyo said he could help me bring back other relatives too.
"Let's go. There's nothing more to see."
Once his emotions had faded, Madara prepared to leave with Hashirama.
But Hashirama stopped.
He let out a soft sound of surprise and walked over to a grave.
Madara glanced at the tombstone in confusion. Obito's grandmother.
Who was that? He did not know her.
Yet Hashirama had not stopped for that grave. Instead, he turned toward a small tree beside it.
Just as he raised his hand to touch the tree, a figure