"It wasn't just throwing a shuriken at Senju Hashirama from eight hundred meters away!"
Blood vessels filled Kakuzu's emerald eyes, and veins bulged on his forehead. He felt that his character and strength had been deeply insulted.
He glared at Uchiha Mai and roared himself hoarse. "I remember it perfectly! I really did fight Senju Hashirama! Not one exchange, not two, not three...
But many, many rounds!"
Not one, not two, not three...
Oh?
Uchiha Mai paused slightly. Judging by Kakuzu's reaction, he really seemed to have fought Senju Hashirama head-on—or at least exchanged a few blows with him.
The shuriken from eight hundred meters away was just a meme from Mai's previous life mocking Kakuzu's strength. After all, the gulf between him and Senju Hashirama at his peak really was about that vast.
Later, that meme had merged with "shooting a Japanese machine gunner dead from eight hundred li away," turning it into a shuriken thrown from eight hundred li away.
But with Kakuzu's strength, how could he possibly have fought Senju Hashirama head-on?
Even if Senju Hashirama had only been casually playing around, he should have been able to crush Kakuzu completely within a few moves.
Uchiha Mai thought for a moment and arrived at a possibility. The Wood Clone Technique. It had been a wood clone.
Senju Hashirama's wood clones could even fool Madara. He could deploy one unnoticed during battle without his enemy realizing anything.
"I see."
Uchiha Mai grinned, his smile suggesting he had seen through everything. With pity and mockery in his eyes, he said, "How pathetic.
You pride yourself on being able to fight Senju Hashirama, treating that encounter as the greatest glory of your life, yet he never once took you seriously.
Kakuzu, clinging to those self-deluding fantasies of yours... if you