Ashina, certain of victory, cast a furtive glance toward the area hidden behind the screen.
He knew.
The listener in the shadows had already left.
Seeing Tobirama's emotions fluctuate so violently made his white brows tremble, and he felt a trace of long-forgotten amusement.
After all, Tobirama had been calm since childhood, always seeming unaffected by outside matters.
As an old man, he naturally enjoyed a bit of gossip. Taking a sip of tea, he chuckled and asked, "Is Madara still the same as before?"
The fuming Tobirama sat in his chair. Looking at the neatly arranged scrolls, his mood immediately improved somewhat. He answered irritably, "His will is harder to shake than steel."
Leaning back and shifting into a more comfortable position, Tobirama knew he could not avoid this ordeal.
For Konoha, he could sacrifice himself.
He would plunge himself into darkness in exchange for the village's light.
It was worth it!
The smug elder before him reminded him of something. Narrowing his eyes, he began considering the feasibility of a plan.
Make Madara fall into a bed of roses and wear away his grand ambitions.
Uh.
There did not seem to be any such extraordinary woman in the Shinobi World.
He let out a long sigh, abandoned the idea, and helplessly raised a finger to point at the door. "I'll discuss the marriage alliance with Elder Brother. We're done talking, so you can leave now."
"Give me some tea leaves."
"It should be about time. If we're any later, there won't be any seats left for cards."
"Is it already that late?! That old hag Chiri won quite a bit of money from me last time. Today is the revenge match we agreed on!"
Tobirama spread out the scroll again, shook his head at the hurriedly departing figure,