This Old Man is Shimura Danzō! (Seeking Subscriptions)

"Hm?"

Senju Hashirama looked around in confusion, then his expression turned somewhat helpless.

"Looks like I've returned to the world of the living again."

Having been summoned through Impure World Reincarnation once before, he naturally retained memories from three years ago. Of course, those so-called three years had probably been no more than an instant to him.

Even inside the Shinigami's stomach, he had possessed a faint awareness, but strictly speaking, that awareness had lasted only an instant. He had almost immediately awakened after Sarutobi Hiruzen sealed him away.

He had no wish to regain consciousness, because it could only mean one thing: he had been summoned once again—and by the method he most dreaded.

Sure enough, when he saw one of the two young men standing before him, his face fell.

He had not forgotten that this man had summoned him back then, and now it seemed that he had been summoned by the same man again. That truly was not a good thing.

Senju Tobirama folded his arms and fixed his gaze on Orochimaru. With a cold snort, he said, "That brat called Orochimaru again? He's becoming more and more audacious."

Senju Hashirama spread his hands helplessly. This time, he did not refute his Younger Brother. Though he deeply disliked that his Younger Brother had created the Impure World Reincarnation technique, he disliked the reckless Orochimaru even more.

But before he could say anything, he noticed someone else beside them. Looking closely, he suddenly realized that it was Sarutobi Hiruzen.

Then he remembered. Sarutobi Hiruzen seemed to have used Mito's technique—the technique that took both the user and enemy down together. This kid had probably died at that time too, hadn't he?

But how had that technique been undone?

Suddenly, Senju Hashirama noticed the white mask lying on