"Hm?"
"You talk too much."
Tobirama Senju frowned. He grabbed the miniature Two-Tails, Matatabi, off Senju Fujima's shoulder and casually kneaded her, speaking coldly.
"Don't touch me, you fool! I'm not your pet."
"Damn it, let go of me!"
The Two-Tails couldn't stand Tobirama Senju so casually kneading her precious body. Though, technically, she wasn't a person.
"All right, stop! I surrender...!"
After who knew how long, the Two-Tails finally gave in. She couldn't fight back against Tobirama Senju at all, so she could only surrender helplessly.
"All right, Tobirama. Thanks for the effort."
A trace of guilt flashed in Hashirama Senju's eyes. He looked at his younger brother and patted him on the shoulder.
Tobirama Senju had been busy lately, constantly using the Flying Thunder God Technique to take Madara Uchiha from place to place, all so they could capture the Nine Tailed Beasts as quickly as possible.
And now that he had become a Jinchūriki himself, he'd realized that he was the only one in their whole family who wasn't one. He couldn't help feeling a little guilty toward his family.
After all, Mito Uzumaki had told him that becoming a Jinchūriki meant having to fight against a Tailed Beast's chakra, which would shorten his lifespan.
Only a Perfect Jinchūriki—someone able to coexist peacefully with a Tailed Beast—could avoid that.
"All right, Tobirama's fine now, isn't he?"
"He looks much better. It seems Fujima has already dealt with it."
"Should Tobirama rest first, and then we can go?"
Madara Uchiha looked at Tobirama Senju and saw that his complexion had improved. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly; he was already eager to see the other Tailed Beasts.
"I'm fine now. My chakra has mostly recovered."
Tobirama Senju nodded slightly. Without the Two-Tails' chakra suppressing his own, the