The visitors' identities had finally emerged from the mist, leaving Tobirama, who had weathered countless storms, with a thorny problem on his hands. Read
His elder brother and Madara were not in the village.
He was the highest authority now.
Tomorrow, he listened to Afei read through documents, leisurely responding to the various Hidden Villages and showing concern for the progress of God Tree applications.
The various Ninja Academies planted in the early years had already borne fruit, producing large numbers of trustworthy personnel who had taken up positions throughout Konoha.
The burden on his shoulders had gradually lightened. The team researching the God Tree kept taking in talent, the establishment of a judicial system suited to the Ninja Nation was steadily progressing, and the effort to trace the origins of the Shinobi World and compile a millennium of ninja history had long since begun.
With those two men out of the village, this was the happiest and most relaxing office time Tobirama had ever known.
He even wanted to work from home.
But when an old woman and a young girl barged into the office, the turmoil they stirred scattered the happiness surrounding Tobirama, forcing him to face the insurmountable mountain looming over the Shinobi World.
A force passed down since Kaguya's era.
"Why didn't you come talk while they were in Konoha?"
They.
White Snake Sage, who had assumed the alias White Spirit, slowly recited their names in her heart.
Uchiha Madara. Senju Hashirama.
If the scouting snakes hidden within Mount Myoboku had not reported back, she would never have imagined that Gamamaru would dare allow the reincarnations of Ashura and Indra to go to Mount Myoboku together.
After more than a thousand years of knowing him, she understood that this fool who loved daydreaming must have seen