Feinting East, Striking West!

Listen to that!

What did he mean by, "I acknowledge you"?

Was that something Uchiha Tang Ping could say to Hashirama Senju?

Yet compared to everyone else's strange expressions, Hashirama himself saw nothing wrong with it. If anything, it felt very Madara-like.

"My Sage Mode is different from yours!"

Though Hashirama Senju looked none too bright, that only applied to other matters. In battle, he was extremely perceptive, and he had noticed that Tang Ping's Sage Body differed from his own.

His Sage Body was better suited for combat, while Tang Ping's was more well-rounded.

In the early stages, his Sage Body was naturally stronger. But later on, the more comprehensive Sage Body would naturally prove superior.

Setting everything else aside, merely the ability to slowly improve one's physical constitution and extend one's lifespan was astonishing enough.

"Lord Hashirama Senju, is your ideal to protect the Shinobi World, or to protect Konoha?"

Tang Ping suddenly asked.

If it had been anyone else, chatting during a life-and-death battle would have been suicide.

But someone like him, a peak powerhouse, naturally possessed all sorts of privileges.

Yes, the Shinobi World's style was exactly like the island nation from before his transmigration.

Ordinary people had to abide by all kinds of rules. Even the slightest transgression was considered utterly disgraceful, deserving of seppuku as an apology.

But geniuses and those with backgrounds could ignore every rule. People would instead consider it "individuality." It was completely contradictory and twisted.

The Shinobi World was the same!

Ordinary shinobi were told to obey rules and orders, but geniuses and the second generation naturally got exceptions.

The key was that no one even found this strange, which was the most ridiculous part.

That was why Tang Ping and Hashirama Senju could discuss "ideals" in the midst of