"Not fun at all. The Otsutsuki Clan may all rely on their own ocular powers..."
"That's because they have far too many ocular techniques and abilities. Fighting a prolonged battle against them is still quite exhausting."
"Besides, they have plenty of chakra pills to replenish their energy and increase their strength. It's practically effortless for them."
"If it were me, I'd go up and slash them down in one stroke, ending them right there."
Seeing the broad smile on Madara Uchiha's face, Senju Fujima shook his head. If they encountered someone evenly matched, they had to kill them as quickly as possible.
Unless they were just a bunch of weaklings—then it was fine to play around with them and tease them. That could be pretty entertaining.
Bullying the weak without fearing the strong was the best approach. Seeing an opponent and immediately wanting to fight them was simply too tiring.
"But first, we should save Mom!"
"Dad, Mom was unconscious right in front of you, yet you didn't save her first? I'll go tell on you later."
Then Senju Fujima waved his right hand, and a powerful repulsive force acted upon the seven people lying on the ground.
"You brat, how dare you?"
"Your father was worried Madara might not be able to win, so I was staying on guard the whole time...!"
Hearing Senju Fujima say that, Hashirama Senju practically felt his hair stand on end. A flash of panic crossed his eyes as he hurriedly looked at him with a solemn expression.
"Oh."
"I understand."
Senju Fujima curled his lips, then pulled out the black rods embedded in everyone's bodies.
"Hmm?"
Mito Uzumaki was the first to awaken. Seeing Hashirama Senju beside her, a trace of surprise flashed through her eyes.
"Hashirama, Fujima, why are you here?"
"That