"Konoha... is about to fall into chaos again."
Tobirama Senju let out a heavy sigh. "If even Torikaze is so wary of this person, I suppose there's nothing we can do to help."
Hashirama shook his head. "No matter what, we can't just let Torikaze fight alone. We should do what we can. We old folks have lived this long—we ought to contribute something to the village."
Hashirama saw things very clearly. He was someone who should have died long ago; every extra day he lived was a profit.
He had already gotten his money's worth. Even if he died, he had no fear whatsoever. He would not even blink.
If Konoha truly faced a crisis that even Torikaze could not resolve, then he would risk his life to ensure that Konoha's bloodline endured.
But just as he made up his mind, Torikaze called. "Hello, Shishou. Were you planning to risk your life for Konoha again just now?"
The call was on speaker, and his disciple had immediately guessed what he was thinking, making Hashirama's old face flush red.
"How did you know?!"
Torikaze laughed. "Your Will of Fire is simply too overflowing. I didn't even need to think to know."
"I called to tell you not to worry. It's nothing serious. This is merely to prevent anyone from attacking Konoha's buildings."
"After all, those things cost quite a bit of money. I can't let anyone destroy them."
Hashirama was momentarily speechless. He had put up such a massive barrier and made such a grand show of it.
All because he was worried the village's buildings might be attacked?
He had not even mentioned the villagers! Was he really that confident?
"Are you that confident?"
Torikaze nodded. "Of course. I'm Six Paths Level. Don't worry, nothing will happen."
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