"Konoha... is about to be thrown into turmoil again."
Tobirama sighed heavily. "If even Torifu is wary of this person, I doubt there's anything we can do to help."
Hashirama shook his head. "No matter what, we can't just leave Torifu to fight alone. Let's do what we can. We old folks have lived this long; we ought to do something for the village."
Hashirama had a very open-minded outlook. He was a man who should have died long ago, and every extra day he lived was a bonus.
He'd already lived long enough. He had no fear of dying—not even enough to make him blink.
If a crisis truly struck Konoha that even Torifu couldn't resolve, then he would fight to the death to preserve the village's bloodline.
But just as he made up his mind, Torifu called. "Hello, Master. Were you just thinking about risking your life for Konoha again?"
The call was on speaker, and his student had guessed what he was thinking right away. Hashirama blushed.
"How did you know?"
Torifu laughed. "Your Will of Fire is so strong, I didn't even have to guess."
"I'm calling just to let you know there's no need to worry. Nothing's going to happen. This is just a precaution in case someone attacks Konoha's buildings."
"After all, those buildings cost a lot of money. I can't let anyone destroy them."
Hashirama was at a loss for words. Such a huge barrier, set up with so much fanfare...
And it was just because he was worried someone might attack the village's buildings?
He hadn't even mentioned the villagers! Was he really that confident?
"Are you sure of yourself?"
Torifu nodded. "Of course. I'm not going to be in any danger."
Hearing how casual Torifu sounded, Hashirama's nerves eased somewhat.
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