"Don't get too cocky, brat. I'm already dead—don't think this can really threaten me!" Even at a time like this, though Senju Tobirama felt despair at the strength of the brat before him, he refused to soften his words in the slightest.
First of all, yielding to an Uchiha was not his style. Besides, just as he had said, he was already dead. At worst, if Yuzhen found him unpleasant to look at, he could only send him back to the Pure Land.
Second, the brat before him was simply far too young. As the Second Hokage, he could not bring himself to lose face like that.
Lastly, his sensory system had detected familiar chakra approaching. If he really yielded now, he would be utterly humiliated. How could that possibly be acceptable?!
However, unlike his younger brother, Senju Hashirama had absolutely no concern for maintaining an idol image.
With his entire head fully restored, he shamelessly shouted:
"I yield, I yield! Uchiha boy, Tobirama and I have both been beaten into submission by you. Could you take your hand away now?"
"Big Brother! How can you do this?!"
"How did that old saying go? A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him; those who understand the times are the true heroes. Don't keep acting tough, Tobirama. Just give in like me."
"Damn it! Don't think you can make me—"
"Enough!" Seeing the two brothers about to put on another comedy routine, the impatient Uchiha Yuzhen immediately shouted, "Quiet down. Someone familiar has arrived."
With that, he deactivated the Eight Inner Gates.
The blood-red steam vanished. Yuzhen, whose vitality had not been harmed in the slightest, turned to look behind him.
There, he saw his Shadow Clone, along with Tsunade, the Third Hokage, and his two little