Back to the present. During the pause in Uchiha Gen's speech, the vibration from his vocal cords caused large amounts of blood to spill from the corner of his mouth, making him look utterly terrifying.
Yet in an inconspicuous place, the flow of blood from the break in Uchiha Gen's neck gradually slowed—the wound was healing!
Couldn't bear to?
"Heh..."
It would have been better not to mention it, but the moment Tobirama brought it up, all the "good deeds" Uchiha Gen had done resurfaced in his mind. If he remembered correctly, then: "What a pity. You were beheaded by the weaklings you spoke of."
As he spoke, Tobirama did not lower his guard. The long blade in his hand swung down at Uchiha Gen's neck again. Normally, Tobirama would not bother trading barbs, but his opponent was Uchiha Gen, which changed things. Whenever that bastard had a venomous tongue, every word he said came from the heart!
Faced with the attack, the black Susanoo covered him again with lightning speed. As the two forces clashed, the long blade was directly shattered. This time, the skeletal frame formed by Susanoo curled into itself in a defensive posture.
"Hashirama!" Tobirama snapped, directly calling Hashirama by name.
Although Hashirama's question had just exposed Uchiha Gen's opening, opportunities in battle were fleeting. There had been so little time, yet that hesitation had nearly wasted their overwhelming advantage!
"But he isn't..." Hashirama had just been about to say that with such injuries, wouldn't Uchiha Gen be unable to escape if they waited long enough? Instinctively, he did not want to deal a killing blow, even though that had been their objective from the start.
Tobirama cut him off. "He has your cells in his body. Given enough time, he'll recover!"
Hashirama: "???"
What? What