At those words, the Raikage's eye twitched. He badly wanted to take on all five of them and teach this arrogant brat a lesson through sheer overwhelming strength, but reason told him he had better not.
Tobirama slipped behind Uchiha Gen without drawing attention and frowned. "We never agreed to this."
"But we need him to provide the details on the Two-Tails. Besides, we're going anyway, so why not make Kumogakure cough up a little?" Uchiha Gen spread his hands. "Oh, right. Remember, you're Hu Jian now."
Tobirama: "..."
Unlike Tobirama, Hashirama seemed extremely interested. He gave off the impression that, since he had nothing else to do, he might as well have some fun with the younger generation. He was already running through possible scenarios in his head, working out which jutsu he could use without accidentally exposing his identity.
Minato, meanwhile, looked somewhat troubled. He had fought the Raikage and the others before, so if he was chosen to fight, they would probably recognize him quite easily.
As for Orochimaru—his strength in a head-on fight might not measure up to theirs, but the Raikage would never choose him unless he had lost his mind. After all, an intern's strength hardly proved anything.
"In that case..." The Raikage swept his gaze over the similarly built masked men before him. Just as he was about to pick one at random, an involuntary shiver suddenly ran through him.
He had intended to choose Mu Jian, but changed his mind just as the words reached his lips. "Then Uchiha Gen."
Hashirama, who had already simulated all sorts of battle plans in his head: "..."
He fell silent, his expression instantly sinking. An aura of gloom seemed to envelop him, and his resentment was so intense that everyone around him could feel it.