"Elder Brother!"
Breathing lightly, Tobirama pushed open the wooden door of the Hokage's Office, beaming with excitement.
A pungent smell of alcohol made him step back in a hurry. The sight inside immediately gave him a headache.
The brand-new round table in the middle of the room was covered with empty bottles, while Konoha's Hokage sprawled over it like Katsuyu. Facing Madara with a perfectly calm expression, he slurred, "Drink! Madara, don't think I didn't see you watering down your drinks just now."
Madara glanced at Tobirama as he entered, then looked at the drunken Hashirama and pointed to his eyes. "That was the Sharingan. It made you hallucinate."
"Really?" Hashirama suddenly felt someone helping him up. His drunken eyes gazed at the familiar face swimming before him. "Tobirama, you're here! Come sit down and have a drink."
Tobirama's mind was in a mess. He thoughtfully took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the alcohol from Hashirama's face.
After tidying up the drunken Hashirama, Tobirama opened the office windows and doors with a pained expression, then glared at the culprit lounging nearby.
Madara stroked his sake and met his furious gaze. "Hashirama wanted to experience firsthand what it was like for me to be a one-man army on the moon."
Tobirama pulled out a chair and sat down. He could just about accept Madara's explanation. If his elder brother hadn't wanted to, no one could have gotten him drunk.
He placed a palm against Hashirama's back and released chakra with a similar nature, rousing the chakra dormant within his elder brother and speeding up the breakdown of the alcohol in his system.
"Have you thought about what consequences the Chinoike Clan incident might bring in the future?"
Madara said nothing, merely taking a sip of sake. Looking at Hashirama