Now that the Land of Lightning had suddenly declared war on the Land of Earth, Hanzo's plans had been disrupted. A sense of foreboding filled him, and he had no choice but to abandon his journey to the Land of Rain. As a man, he needed to leave himself a way out for their future meeting. He could not waver, but he could go himself! He believed that even one loss would be no small blow to Konoha, yet it was unacceptable. Anyone who went to the battlefield could die! Even Hanzo himself had no confidence that he would return every time.
Somewhere in the dark underground.
"My lord, Mirai has arrived in the Land of Rain. What do you think?" He carefully watched Madara Uchiha, pretending to be afraid.
"Mirai! Has his right hand recovered?" Madara Uchiha asked with interest. What he cared about most was his younger brother Izuna Uchiha, his beloved Hashirama Senju, and Hashirama Senju's death. Madara Uchiha wanted an even better opponent. Mirai had great potential. He hoped that once Mirai grew up, he could fight him. How lonely invincibility was!
He shook his head. "Not yet, but they seem to suspect Nawaki's death," he said.
"His right hand is injured and still hasn't healed. Konoha these days is truly useless. If it were between Mirai and Hashirama, there wouldn't have been so much trouble!"
Madara's domineering side showed through those words. What he said was true. Orochimaru had not yet become a mad scientist, and Granny's medical ninjutsu was decent, but she was still far inferior to Hashirama. If it were the Konoha that had just been founded in that era, the wound on Mirai's hand could have been healed in minutes! Even without mentioning Hashirama, Seiji Uchiha alone could easily heal Mirai.
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