Don't Be Too Arrogant, or You'll Get Slapped in the Face

"It really has been a long time! But for a dead man like you, it was only the blink of an eye..." Madara closed his eyes and composed himself. The complexity in his tone gradually turned cold. When he opened his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan again, his gaze was utterly indifferent. "Hashirama, an Impure World Reincarnation body cannot bear all your power. Did you come here to die?"

"It doesn't matter. I've already died once, so dying again... huh, no, that's not right. I'm still dead right now! I nearly forgot about that, hahaha! Doesn't that mean I have even less to fear?" As Hashirama spoke, he rubbed the back of his head and burst into laughter.

Some people were simply born to clash. To Madara, Hashirama was his destined nemesis. The atmosphere he had worked so hard to create was completely ruined by Hashirama's laughter.

Madara's long face stretched even longer, though unfortunately it stretched downward. If it stretched upward, he might have broken six foot three.

"Brother, we didn't come here to reminisce!" Even Tobirama was infuriated by Hashirama amusing himself. He knew his older brother was often unreliable, but this was a crisis that threatened to destroy the Shinobi World, not some village meeting. Could he please respect the occasion?

"Tobirama, what does it matter? We can't beat him anyway! Instead of stalling for time through fighting, why don't we all sit down and catch up? Maybe I can talk Madara into changing his mind!" Hashirama said carelessly, grinning at Madara's gloomy face. "Madara, don't you think?"

"I'm your %^&*!@#$..." Madara cursed outright. Whenever he encountered Hashirama, his entire persona immediately fell apart.

"Hahaha, Madara, you're still so amusing!"

Amusing my ass!

Madara had finally reached the end of his patience. He swore to create a dream world