Tsunade still clearly remembered that towering figure standing at the pinnacle of the Ninja World, even after all these years.
It was he who had unified the Fire Country with his overwhelming might and founded Konoha.
It was he who had single-handedly quelled the chaos of the Warring States Period and laid the foundation for the relative peace of today.
It was he who had made the name Senju resound throughout the entire Ninja World.
It was he who had taught her, hand in hand, how to roll dice.
It was he...
As those memories resurfaced, a faint mist of tears filled Tsunade's wide eyes, and she could not stop herself from murmuring,
"Grandfather?"
The man before her was clearly her grandfather, who had been missing for years—the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju.
Hearing Tsunade's stunned murmur, the mass-produced Hashirama clone designated Number Four paused. A flash of complexity passed through his hollow eyes and vanished.
"Human brat, you have mistaken me for someone else."
Silently wiping away the blood running down from the scrape on his forehead, Number Four coldly denied it.
"Impossible, you clearly are—"
"Impostors! We finally found you!"
Just as the tearful Tsunade helplessly shook her head, a cold voice rang out in the distance. Number Four's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly at the sound.
So these guys had found them after all.
Following the somewhat familiar voice, Tsunade turned her head and saw two figures standing atop the roof at the other end of the desolate street.
Like Number Four before her, both were shrouded in thick cloaks. The only difference was that beneath their hoods lay two pairs of crimson eyes emanating a chilling power.
"You actually took a child hostage. Just as expected of evil clones."
One of the shorter figures raised the smoking blue