Tobirama also called up to the sky, "We're going to eat hot pot. You old geezer still don't know what hot pot is, do you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Hashirama cut in. "I think he's had hot pot before..."
"Huh? He has?"
Hashirama nodded. "He has. He didn't die that early."
All right, Tobirama immediately changed his tune. "It didn't taste as good back then as it does now."
Everyone burst into laughter. They just had to get a rise out of Sasuke.
The only members of Konoha's oldest generation of shinobi left seemed to be the few gathered in the courtyard.
Hashirama, Tobirama, Mito, Ashina—and basically everyone else had returned to the earth.
The group left the Senju Compound, and Torifu chose not to teleport them directly there.
Konoha was beautiful at night, and lively, too.
The projector they had used during the Spring Festival was now permanently set up on the Hokage Monument, projecting all kinds of strange animals and scenery throughout the village.
At first, the villagers had been a little frightened, but after a while, they got used to it and began to enjoy the displays.
Tonight's theme was the ocean. Schools of fish swam through the streets of Konoha.
Coral and seaweed grew across the buildings.
Every so often, an enormous whale swam by, drawing gasps from all the villagers.
"It's so beautiful."
Tsunade Senju gazed at the scene, feeling as though she were dreaming.
The elders were equally awestruck by this underwater world.
"Would you look at that? We've come to live beneath the sea, too. Hahaha!"
As Hashirama admired the scenery, he couldn't help reflecting on how much better life in Konoha had become.
Being able to see the seafloor without even going into the sea was something he never could