Tobirama kept a very low profile. Before this woman, if he did not remain polite and humble now, he would definitely have a hard time later.
"Lady Mito, my brother is just a little..."
"I know. He has the heart of a child," Mito said. "My first impression of him wasn't bad. Actually, I found him rather cute. If he were some stern old man..."
Mito glanced at Tobirama but did not continue.
Put elegantly, he had the heart of a child.
Put bluntly, he was a willful, childish brat who never grew up.
Tobirama sighed in relief and smiled with his gloomy face. "It seems you understand my brother quite well."
Mito nodded. "No one in the Shinobi World fails to understand the God of Shinobi."
After the Five Kage Summit, his personality had already become known throughout the Shinobi World. It had seemed like a fine tale at the time, but now it carried a different flavor.
As for his brother's personal charm, Tobirama felt that no one could dislike it. Especially women who admired heroes—it was hard for them to resist.
"Since Lord Hokage is usually so idle, what does he generally do? What are his hobbies? Does he stroll the streets?" Mito had come to learn about the other side of Senju Hashirama, the side beneath all those halos of heroism and legend.
Tobirama's expression stiffened at that. How was he supposed to tell his future sister-in-law that his brother was a hopeless gambler whose usual hobby was placing big bets?
"Lady Mito, you should see that for yourself," he said. What else could he do? He could only warn his brother not to go near any casinos for a while. Hopefully his brother could restrain himself; Tobirama could not stop him at all.
Mito nodded