"Big brother, what is this?!" Tobirama Senju stared as if struck by lightning at his elder brother, Hashirama Senju, whose eyes were wide as bells, fists clenched tight, and expression so grave it was as though Mount Tai were crushing an egg.
What earth-shattering event could have made his elder brother, the God of Shinobi, reveal such a stance as though facing a formidable enemy?
Could an enemy have invaded?
Tobirama Senju secretly speculated, but the next moment, he tossed that absurd thought to the winds.
What a joke. Even Madara Uchiha, the Asura of the Ninja World, had died at his brother's hands. In this world, what ninja could possibly contend with his elder brother?
It was not Tobirama Senju boasting—across the entire ninja world, other than Madara Uchiha, there was no one capable of fighting his elder brother.
Though he looked down on Madara Uchiha's intelligence, speaking fairly, his strength truly could not be underestimated!
"Even with the Nine-Tails, he could only force Big Brother into a life-or-death battle before Big Brother killed him! Fortunately, Big Brother didn't hold back the last time. Otherwise, the Uchiha Clan might not have been so easy for me to slowly deal with!" Tobirama Senju thought darkly. As he considered the various ways to handle the Uchiha Clan, even someone as cold and heartless as him could not help revealing a faint smile, his heart filled with delight.
Unfortunately, he did not notice.
His elder brother across from him had already risen to his feet. Staring sharply toward the distant horizon, he said solemnly, "Ever since just now, I've had a bad feeling. A battle of considerable scale may have taken place over there. Chakra that may not be weaker than mine has been fluctuating violently. I need to go take a