Hashirama Senju, Fallen in This World

Bang! Bang!

The sound of Hashirama Senju collapsing reached both Toji and Tsunade at once.

"Grand—Grandpa!"

"Hashirama!"

Tsunade was fast, but Toji was faster. He practically flashed to Hashirama's side, helped him up, and leaned him against a corridor pillar.

He immediately released Heavenly Mercy Threads from his fingertips, layered them with the faint glow of the Mystical Palm Technique, and raced against time to give Hashirama one final rescue attempt.

This rescue was entirely sincere.

Even Toji had not expected Hashirama to collapse so abruptly, without the slightest warning.

This would not do—

He had collapsed so quickly that his will and body donation consent form had not even been finalized yet.

While sustaining Hashirama's fading life, Toji solemnly told Tsunade, "Tsunade, go notify your grandmother, your father and mother, and your second granduncle immediately."

"Okay."

The little demon child who was usually playful and unruly had completely shed her childishness. She did not spare a glance for the scattered bills on the floor. She sprang to her feet, looked anxiously at Hashirama, then turned and dashed into the house.

Mito arrived first.

The instant she saw Hashirama's condition, her expression changed, and she hurried forward.

Right in front of Toji, she cut open her wrist with a kunai, held the wound to Hashirama's mouth, and said to Toji, "Let me."

Drip—drip—

As Mito's Uzumaki blood flowed into Hashirama's mouth, his condition finally improved slightly. Not every Uzumaki clansman's blood could heal wounds, but as an Uzumaki princess, Mito's blood possessed that ability.

Still, it was only an improvement. It merely preserved his final breath.

After Mito gave a great deal of blood, Toji used Heavenly Mercy Threads to stitch her wound closed. Then, pretending to be shocked, he asked, "Mito, what happened? Hashirama, he—"

"Ah."

Deep sorrow filled