Prostration

Uchiha Hikari wasn't wrong. She had lived roughly two hundred years ago, when the world was even more chaotic than it had been during the Warring States Period.

Even if Hashirama had survived to this day, he would only have been in his eighties. By age alone, Uchiha Hikari was more than old enough to be Senju Hashirama's great-grandmother.

Hashirama took no notice of Uchiha Hikari's refusal. Assuming she was just joking around like a child, he reached out to pat her head with a smile.

A little girl being rebellious at her age was perfectly normal.

In truth, if Senjutsu was left out of the equation and they were compared purely on paper, Hashirama and Hikari were probably about evenly matched.

Uchiha Hikari was no lightweight, but Hashirama was in a league of his own.

If Yachihoko went up against Wood Release, Hashirama might well be caught off guard if he didn't know what it did and failed to use Senjutsu to deal with the marks on his body.

But when it came to physical ability and combat experience, Hashirama, born with a Sage Body, could handle a little girl like Hikari with one finger.

Even in his current Reanimated Body, he completely outclassed Uchiha Hikari in strength.

"Youngsters shouldn't speak so rudely in public. I am the First Hokage who founded Konoha, after all."

Hashirama didn't mind Hikari's nasty temper. He wasn't about to get angry with a little girl.

He put just a little more strength into his hand and managed to pat Uchiha Hikari's head.

This little girl really does look like Madara. Hashirama felt an immediate closeness to Hikari and instinctively treated her like his own granddaughter.

As Hashirama was dwelling on that thought, Xuanye's voice drifted over from the side.

"She's actually right. Hikari