"Come to think of it, it seemed I still had descendants in this world?"
Hashirama smiled at his words. "Yes, Senior. Though I do not know which generation of your descendants they are, the Windcloud Clan indeed still has bloodline surviving in this world."
Torikaze nodded calmly. "That is good, then."
"This junior has taken your descendant as his disciple. I hope you will not take offense." Hashirama's expression was full of respect. When facing such a powerful expert, he had to show the proper attitude.
If he accidentally provoked him, the consequences would not be pleasant.
Torikaze waved a hand. "No matter. You are already considered the strongest in this world. There could be no better person to teach him."
Lecturing Shishou was an incredibly novel experience for Torikaze. Usually, Shishou was the one sternly instructing him and pointing out his mistakes.
Yet today, the roles had been reversed.
"With you here, how could I call myself the strongest? Please stop teasing me, Senior."
Torikaze put on an inscrutable look and shook his head. "I already told you. I am merely a wandering soul. I died long ago."
For a moment, Hashirama failed to react. He had thought that when Ancestor of the Clouds called himself a wandering soul, it was merely some obscure title that powerful experts gave themselves.
He had not expected him to actually be a soul. If even his soul was this powerful, then how terrifying had he been in life? Hashirama immediately fell into dejection.
So I cannot even compare to a soul... The thought lingered in Hashirama's mind.
But this was merely an excuse Torikaze had made up so he could leave later. Who knew whether the Ancestor was truly dead or not?
In any case, it had nothing to do with him.