Hashirama was powerful. Madara had known that for a long time.
But he hadn't expected that while he was still worrying about the Uzumaki, Hashirama would already have made a name for himself on the main battlefield.
The heart of the Land of Fire was the central stage for the Uchiha and Senju.
The battlefront stretched for thousands of miles, rife with bloodshed and slaughter. Even Clan Leader Level fighters had become a regular part of the battle plans.
Compared to the brutal fighting over there, their battles with the Land of Whirlpools were practically child's play.
Thinking back to their promise, Madara couldn't help murmuring, "Hashirama, is that far-off dream what's driving you forward?"
Looking up at the crescent moon hanging high in the sky, Madara's gaze gradually changed.
For both personal and practical reasons, he couldn't keep dawdling here.
Once he'd dealt with the Uzumaki Clan as quickly as possible, he would head to the main battlefield too. That was where he could truly hone himself in the clash of steel and blood.
Beside them, Kyosuke shook his head and chuckled helplessly. Whenever Hashirama came up, the Dance King would fall completely silent.
He'd been hoping to discuss the makeup of Wood Release and, while he was at it, consult Madara on how to counter it.
But it looked like Madara had become immersed in sweet memories and completely forgotten the two people beside him.
After who knew how long, Uchiha Madara finally pulled himself out of his memories and stood up, his expression serious. "It's about time."
At that, all three of them used the Transformation Jutsu, then placed their hands on Kyosuke's shoulders.
"Off we go~"
Before the sound had even faded, the three of them had vanished.
Village Hidden in the Whirlpool, southern outskirts.
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