It sounded like this old acquaintance was in rather bad shape. A teasing look appeared on Uchiha Madara's face. Though he had no idea what was going on, he was more than happy to see Tobirama having a hard time.
Creak—the sound of wood tearing apart. The wooden door reached its limit in an instant! Bang! The door shattered into several chunks and flew backward!
"Cough, cough... cough..." Tobirama staggered out of the bathroom, greedily breathing in the fresh air outside. Once he had recovered, he looked up and saw Uchiha Madara standing before him with his arms crossed, watching him like he was enjoying a show.
"..."
Tobirama felt as sickened as if he had eaten shit.
Suddenly seeming to think of something, Tobirama sneered and turned to leave at astonishing speed.
Seeing this, Uchiha Madara could no longer maintain his unruffled expression. "Wait, don't you want to know where Hashirama is?"
Keeping an eye on the movement behind him, Tobirama stopped at the shout and coldly mocked, "I never expected the famous Uchiha Madara to be trapped here too. I thought you would have found a way out long ago."
Though he claimed to be surprised, there was not the slightest hint of surprise on Tobirama's face.
A flash of anger passed through Uchiha Madara's eyes. Then he suddenly frowned. Ignoring Tobirama's jab, he realized something and said thoughtfully, "It seems you know far more than I imagined. You came in voluntarily." The last sentence was a statement, not a question.
"In that case, follow me."
After saying that, Uchiha Madara walked off on his own, seemingly unconcerned that Tobirama might not follow.
Tobirama frowned and fell silent. "How is he doing right now?"
Uchiha Madara thought for a moment, then gave up. "I don't know how to