Boom—!
The aura around Tobirama Senju suddenly exploded.
"Whoa." Quite a few startled cries rose from below the stage.
Tobirama Senju's brows furrowed slightly.
He could distinguish surprise, amusement, and affected posturing among the cries from below, but there was not the slightest trace of the fear he had so often heard in the past.
Could it be...
"Lord Tobirama Senju." Facing the Second, whose aura had erupted, Orochimaru spoke mockingly. "Do you still think this is the age of ninjas? Then let me tell you—the times have changed!"
The instant his words fell, Orochimaru's aura suddenly transformed.
An abnormally evil surge swept across the entire venue.
Tobirama Senju, who bore the brunt of it, revealed a horrified expression.
In Orochimaru's eyes, he saw his own reflection. It was a fear he had never experienced before. All kinds of twisted, sinister, and chaotic emotions surged wildly into his mind, like an endless Purgatory and torture, easily shattering his will.
"Ahhh!" Tobirama Senju screamed like a madman.
No, he had gone mad. The instant he saw that gaze, it was as though he had witnessed the most terrifying existence in the world. He could even feel that existence whispering right beside his ear.
But it was at that moment.
Another warm sensation welled up in his heart.
Like a spring breeze, it rapidly swept away all the chaos and filth, allowing his shattered spirit to gather once more while continuously mending wounds that should have been impossible to heal.
It was Tsunade's hand resting on his shoulder, radiating a white glow.
"Orochimaru!" Tsunade gritted her teeth as she glared at him. "Are you looking for a fight?"
"Granduncle." Nawaki rushed up from below the stage, looking worriedly at his granduncle. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Tobirama Senju covered his forehead