Face?
Being told to his face, before everyone present, that he had been "surpassed" by someone from a later generation—even a sage could not remain above such things. His irritation and amusement chimed together like the iron rings on his staff.
The Sage of Six Paths looked at Indra's descendant, who met his gaze directly. It was as though he saw a trace of Hamura in him. Ever since becoming the master of the Ninjutsu Sect, how many years had it been since anyone dared point out his mistakes so bluntly?
His Rinnegan rippled with appreciation as his staff pointed into the air. The spreading waves effortlessly removed the restraint from the boy's face.
"Heh, Tobirama, no need to be so tense. Just think of me as an old man who slept for a thousand years and wants to take another look at, and understand, the current Shinobi World."
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Like hell he believed that!
Facing those Rinnegan, Tobirama could not help grumbling inwardly.
If you really just wanted to look around, then put away the Truth-Seeking Orbs and that sage's staff!
Anyone would be nervous with that kind of display!
Except for that Uchiha boy, who had received a promise and gained enough confidence that even his back had straightened considerably.
Seeing those torch-bright eyes, Tobirama could not help praying that he would not stir up any more trouble.
"Old Sage, have you ever considered reconciling as a family of four and reuniting with the relatives you've been separated from for a thousand years?"
!!!
Well, damn.
Give him an inch, and he takes a mile.
Rikusei's soft laugh exploded in Tobirama's mind like thunder. His pounding heartbeat abruptly went rigid, sounding a shrill alarm.
Before he could refute him, a hoarse denial that sounded like a ghost wailing