Izuna: Could this be hell?

Early that morning, as soon as Hashirama got up, he hurried out.

He headed to the newly established secret experimental base behind the Uchiha compound.

Today was the big day Madara had planned to revive Izuna. There was no way Hashirama would miss it.

Izuna's untimely death had always been a thorn between the Senju Clan and the Uchiha Clan—or, more precisely, a deep-seated barrier in the hearts of Hashirama and Madara.

Only by bringing Izuna back to life could they pull out that thorn.

Only then could Konoha Village welcome a truly bright future, and Hashirama and Madara could fully restore the pure friendship they'd shared as children.

This was the most important matter of all!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Madara, open up! It's Hashirama!"

Hashirama anxiously pounded on the experimental base's door.

To make sure nothing went wrong with the resurrection experiment, Madara had given the base the highest level of security. He wouldn't even let his own Uchiha Clan members near it.

It was a shame facial recognition didn't exist in this era. Otherwise, Hashirama would have been the first one registered.

A moment later, the heavy base door opened.

Hashirama could have brought down the steel door with a single Wood Style technique, but basic courtesy still mattered.

Madara crossed his arms and said haughtily,

"Why are you here so early?"

"I just couldn't wait."

"Didn't I tell you the password? You couldn't open the door yourself?"

"Ah! I forgot..."

"Hmph! You're an idiot. Come in."

Madara ushered Hashirama into the base and handed him some breakfast.

The sky wasn't even fully light yet. Hashirama had sneaked over this early, so he definitely hadn't eaten breakfast.

Madara knew him all too well.

"How's the experiment going?"

"Very well. The results are excellent. We can begin the final