Invitation to Sasuke
A gentle breeze, bright moon, flowing water—within the secluded valley, only the hollow clatter of bamboo tubes could be heard. Inside the bamboo house, two people sat across from each other, drinking tea.
"You've been making quite a lot of moves lately. Is it really all right to expose yourself so directly before everyone in the Ninja World?"
Hyuga Tamamo, dressed in white, spoke softly. Pure moonlight streamed through the window and fell upon her, making her seem like a moon goddess descended into the mortal world.
Sitting cross-legged opposite her, Shin smiled. "It's fine. From the very beginning, whether I appeared before the people of the Ninja World made no difference. The strength of the weak is not enough to change anything."
"Heh, the way you say that really gives me an Uchiha Madara feeling." Tamamo replied calmly, though the corner of her lips curved faintly upward.
Shin shrugged. "In truth, everyone in the Uchiha Clan is more or less the same at heart. That kind of pride is innate. I just don't usually show it."
Hyuga Tamamo chuckled twice, not pursuing the subject as she changed topics. "As for Orochimaru, I never expected him to summon Hashirama and Tobirama. Come to think of it, what exactly did you talk about with Hashirama?"
"Well, even if I didn't tell you, you should have been able to guess some of it." Shin lifted his teacup. The pale green tea rippled slightly, its fragrance filling the air.
"Even if I can guess some of it, I can't be certain. Isn't it easier to just ask you directly?"
Shin raised his head and looked toward the full moon in the sky. In a low voice, he said, "There wasn't much of substance to what we discussed. It was more