Tobirama was very busy.
After dealing with the Chinoike Clan and the Shinobi Alliance, he still had to handle the turmoil caused by Uchiha Madara's temporary departure from the village.
The Chinoike Clan joining Konoha was already a foregone conclusion. Now, he needed to take advantage of the Uchiha Clan's backbone leaving the village to balance the power of the Senju faction.
Fortunately, everything big and small in the village had been drawn to the auction house. He could now free himself from those troublesome affairs and remain at the Senju ancestral home to prepare for what came next.
Uzumaki Ashina entered the main hall with practiced familiarity and saw the busy Tobirama.
As he sat down, he briefly glanced at the densely packed black formulas. Knowing that Tobirama was developing a forbidden technique, he did not speak to disturb him.
Relaxing against his chair, he gradually began to doze off.
Though the Uzumaki Clan possessed a special constitution, once they entered old age, they became sleepy just like ordinary people.
Time slipped away beneath Tobirama's pen. The soreness in his neck made him unable to resist raising his head.
A faint smile tugged at his lips as he looked at the old man sleeping soundly with his head tilted to one side. He slowed his movements, brought over the tea set from nearby, and brewed him a cup of clear tea.
No matter how careful one was, it was difficult to hide such movements from a ninja. The sound of the teacup tapping against the table made Ashina open his eyes. Looking at the white-haired man before him, he said, "You didn't invite me to the Senju Clan just to sample tea from the moon, did you?"
Tobirama smiled silently, picked up his teacup, and blew ripples across the