"Choices?" Byakuren's gaze crossed the documents on the desk and fixed unblinkingly on the white-haired man carrying a gunbai on his back. His voice echoed through the chilly room. "Gengetsu, we cannot have our distinguished guest standing there like this."
The solemnly standing Hozuki Gengetsu's expression shifted. He smiled at Tobirama Senju before heading toward the door.
The gunbai on his back made the spot pressed by its straps ache slightly. As the man passed him, Tobirama quietly reminded him, "A stool."
Only long breaths remained in the empty room. With the initiative in his hands, Tobirama's red eyes moved as his gaze passed the Mizukage's tall back and surveyed the village behind him, shrouded in dense mist.
Yet inwardly, he cursed the Uchiha. It was bad enough that they made his shoulders hurt; they also kept coming up with unexpected, absurd ideas.
Uchiha Rikusei in particular had added no small number of obstacles to his otherwise smooth research into forbidden jutsu.
Something about how Tailed Beast Bombs released by tailed beasts were made of chakra, so ninja, whose bodies also contained chakra, should certainly be able to release them too. He had left behind nothing but a rough idea before running off with Madara to enjoy themselves across the shinobi world.
The key was that he could not reject the idea. He had witnessed the power of a Tailed Beast Bomb firsthand. If he went a single day without researching it, his heart itched as if a cat were clawing at it.
Their chance encounter on the way to capture the Eight-Tails had been even worse. Rikusei had kept criticizing his Reaper Death Seal, and every suggestion he made struck right at the heart of the problem. The worst part was that Tobirama could not even lose his temper.