A place where ninjas cultivated immortality?
Hashirama's eyes widened sharply as he stared at his nominal disciple, who stood among the crowd in high spirits. His mind drifted for a moment.
The world freed from war was indeed racing down the road to peace, just as Madara and he had hoped.
After successfully establishing Konoha, he had once entertained the idea of staying confined to one corner.
Now, it seemed...
He felt ashamed of who he had been back then.
The Shinobi Alliance Madara had spoken of was developing in great strides, already encompassing the entire Shinobi World.
The process of Hidden Villages replacing the various nations was nearing its end. Looking at the latest map of the Shinobi World, one could see Ninja Nations standing everywhere.
A world divided for a thousand years was moving toward unity once more through everyone's efforts.
And the three great sacred lands isolated from the Shinobi World had further begun communicating and interacting with the ninjas.
The atmosphere in the room, where time had seemed frozen, gradually thawed completely alongside the crowd's heated breaths.
The fourth sacred land.
Only then did Hashirama realize that his fists had long since clenched tight, venting the excitement in his heart.
"Phew!"
He abruptly rose to his feet and entered Sage Mode.
"Ninjas who have obtained cultivation slots, please cherish this opportunity. Learn Mount Myoboku's legacy well, and contribute to the future land of immortal cultivation that will belong to us."
With shining eyes, Hashirama bent forward earnestly toward the pairs of eyes fixed upon him.
Good grief.
Was this supposed to be learning from the advanced experience of Sage Jutsu?
Rikusei, who had returned to his cushion, silently grumbled as he looked at the great tree that bent down and overshadowed the entire Shinobi World.
"Hey,