Madara was dumbfounded, and so was Hashirama.
It was truly impossible to believe such a scene. He had never dreamed of it, not even in his wildest dreams, and he hadn't even dared imagine it.
Hashirama was dumbfounded.
After a brief interaction, he quickly discovered something was wrong with Madara.
And so, he was dumbfounded.
"Why did you end up like this, Madara!"
Grabbing Madara by the shoulders, tears streamed from Hashirama's eyes as he broke down sobbing.
"Who did this to you? Tell me! I'll avenge you!"
Madara was shaken back and forth, pitching forward and backward. He reached out and struggled, but this guy was incredibly strong, making it difficult to break free.
Madara was frightened. He opened his mouth, widened his eyes, and began wailing and sobbing as well.
"Madara!!!"
"No!!!"
Hashirama wrapped his arms tightly around Madara, as if he wanted to squeeze him into his own body. With all his strength, Hashirama sincerely felt heartbroken.
That Madara.
That proud and overbearing Madara.
To suddenly become like this was truly pitiful.
The two brothers hugged each other and wailed, an old man and a middle-aged man pressed together. The scene was rather hard on the eyes.
But what was love in this world, if not something that made people pledge their lives and deaths to one another?
Tears streamed down their faces. It was deeply moving.
Whatever the case, after overcoming layer upon layer of worldly obstacles, they had finally reunited once more.
A happy ending, a happy ending.
Mimi applauded the scene, loud and clear. She had considered Hashirama's reaction, but this really was Hashirama's style.
As broad-minded and magnanimous as ever.
He had a heart capable of tolerating and embracing everything.
"No--!"
"Ah--!"
"Madara--!"
"Madara--!"
It was clear that Hashirama was genuinely suffering, suffering