"Come to think of it, I seem to have a descendant still living in this world?"
Hashirama smiled. "Yes, senior. I don't know how many generations removed they are, but the Kumonaka Clan does still have descendants in this world."
Torifu nodded calmly. "That's good to hear."
"This junior took one of your descendants as his student. I hope you won't hold it against me." Hashirama looked deeply respectful. In the presence of such a powerful figure, he had to show the proper respect.
If he accidentally offended him, things could go very badly.
Torifu waved a hand. "Don't worry about it. You're already the strongest person in this world. There could be no better teacher for them."
Lecturing his teacher was a very strange experience for Torifu. Usually, his teacher was the one sternly instructing him and pointing out his mistakes.
But today, the roles had been reversed.
"With you here, how can I call myself the strongest? Please stop teasing me, senior."
Torifu put on a solemn air and shook his head. "I told you just now—I'm nothing but a wandering soul. I died long ago."
Hashirama didn't understand at first. He had assumed that when the Kumonaka Ancestor called himself a wandering soul, it was just some unusual title powerful people gave themselves.
He hadn't expected him to really be a spirit. If even his spirit was this powerful, what must he have been like when alive? Hashirama immediately fell into a state of dejection.
So I can't even compare to a spirit... The thought lingered in Hashirama's mind.
But that was just an excuse Torifu had made up to get out of there. Who knew whether the ancestor had actually died?
It had nothing to do with him anyway. He was just waving the old man's