What a Lovely Child

"I have other missions." After Hatake Sakumo finished speaking, he used the Body Flicker Technique and vanished like a shadow.

Soon, Tsunade emerged from the tent, fully dressed.

"Who were you talking to just now?"

Senju Genma turned around, and the two of them clung to each other.

After being apart from Senju Genma for over a year, Tsunade felt she had grown fonder and fonder of him.

If Senju Genma's body had been fully developed, Tsunade would definitely have been unable to resist devouring him the night before.

Fortunately, she had trained his mouth and fingers very well. Although they couldn't go all the way, he had still given Tsunade some temporary satisfaction.

"It was Captain Sakumo. He brought orders from Lord Hokage. I'm staying on the battlefield, and I've been made the captain of the Anbu Ninja Squad." Senju Genma pushed away the bright red lips that had just kissed his face, then wiped the saliva off his cheek with a look of distaste.

His disgusted expression only stirred Tsunade's competitive spirit. Her delicate hands began roaming over his body.

"Teacher really thinks highly of you. He made you captain so quickly. In a few years, is he going to make you commander of the whole squad?!"

"Tsunade, seeing that you're still just as perverted puts my mind at ease!"

Not far from the tent, Orochimaru approached the two of them, pulling Nawaki along.

Strangely, Nawaki kept covering his eyes and muttering, "I didn't see anything. Sister, don't kill me."

Orochimaru wore a smile.

Truthfully, he didn't understand how Tsunade had become like this.

She had been quite normal as a child, but after meeting Senju Genma, she had gone further and further down the path of perversity.

Could Genma really be that charming?

Orochimaru looked at Senju Genma and couldn't help reflecting.

Well, he really was that charming. Just one look at him could make people feel fond of him. No wonder he was so popular in the village. I wonder what would happen if I changed genders.

"Why aren't you directing the fighting at the front lines? What brings you over here? Itchy for a beating? Want me to teach you a lesson?" Tsunade noticed Orochimaru looking at Senju Genma and felt a little jealous. Clenching her fists, she gritted her teeth as she spoke.

Orochimaru hurriedly shook his head. "Of course not! I'm here to tell Genma he'll be going to the battlefield tomorrow. I have other things to do, so I'll be off."

At this point, the Yellow-Gambling-Poison Trio were actually about evenly matched in strength.

It was just that Tsunade, Orochimaru, and Jiraiya had grown up together. Neither Orochimaru nor Jiraiya would ever truly lay a hand on Tsunade.

But Tsunade never held back when she attacked.

Orochimaru didn't want to end up like Jiraiya, with six broken ribs.

"Then you'd better take good care of Genma. If I find out you've dared to bully him..."

Tsunade didn't finish, but the fist she shook made her meaning perfectly clear.

Orochimaru nodded repeatedly and led Nawaki, who was temporarily blind, away from the Medical Unit's camp.

Watching Orochimaru act in a rather adorable way, Senju Genma found it hard to imagine him becoming a madman who would commit countless atrocities in the future.

"Heh heh!" Tsunade suddenly let out a strange laugh. "The nuisances are finally gone. Little Genma, heh heh heh!"

Tsunade carried Genma back into the tent.

Inside Graveyard Mountains.

Madara Uchiha, his hair entirely white, sat on a chair made of wood with a great scythe in his hands. He listened as White Zetsu's main body reported on the Shinobi World War, while a crowd of White Zetsu gathered around to watch.

"Another war. Ah, Hashirama, can you see? Your way was never going to work!"

"A descendant of the Senju Clan? White hair, and he's even using Tobirama's techniques. What an irritating brat!"

"And that damned Tobirama. If it weren't for him, perhaps Hashirama and I..."

Seeing that Madara Uchiha didn't want to continue, White Zetsu spoke up. "That's not all. The boy also used Wood Release."

Madara Uchiha showed a rare flicker of emotion, his pupils widening.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. It was Wood Release: Wood Locking Wall. I saw it clearly. And according to our intelligence, Rain shinobi saw him use Wood Release at the very start of the war, but we hadn't begun observing the battlefield yet."

A blissful smile spread across Madara Uchiha's face. "Wood Release... It really takes me back. Hashirama, at least you have an heir. Senju Genma, is it? A fine name. What a lovely child!"

Madara Uchiha burst into long-overdue laughter, but soon remembered something.

"By the way, have you found a suitable Uchiha yet?"

This concerned his grand plan to bring everlasting peace to the Ninja World—the Eye of the Moon Plan—so he couldn't afford to ignore it.

The Eye of the Moon Plan was Madara Uchiha's scheme to become the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki, reach the Six Paths level, awaken the Rinne Sharingan, and cast Infinite Tsukuyomi. By controlling everyone in the world, he would bring about everlasting peace in an illusion.

He didn't have much time left to live. He had to find someone talented and easy to fool to take over his plan, then have that person revive him so he could carry it out.

"Not yet. We still haven't found an Uchiha who meets the requirements," White Zetsu immediately replied.

"Is that so? Then keep looking! Black Zetsu, you go with them!" Madara Uchiha knew a suitable candidate wouldn't be easy to find, so he waved for White Zetsu to leave.

"Yes!" A mass of black liquid flowed from Madara Uchiha's sleeve onto the ground, then quickly climbed up White Zetsu's main body.

Black-White Zetsu sank underground and left Graveyard Mountains with the other White Zetsu.

"Wood Release, Senju Genma... How interesting," Madara Uchiha murmured, a distinct smile on his face.

He was an old man of nearly seventy. Even the former Asura of the Shinobi World had begun to enjoy reminiscing about the past.

Before long, he thought of the figure he had longed for so deeply.

"Hashirama!"

Soon, Black Zetsu, attached to White Zetsu, used the Mayfly Technique to reach the battlefield in the Land of Rain.

At that moment, Senju Genma stood among the troops preparing to depart.

"So that's Senju Genma?" Black Zetsu asked.

White Zetsu answered with certainty. "That's right. It's him."

"Strange. I feel as if I've seen him somewhere before. There's a familiar feeling I can't put into words." Black Zetsu spoke in a puzzled whisper.

Then he shook his head, putting the absurd thought out of his mind.

"Must be my imagination. If I'd seen him, I'd definitely remember. I'm sure I've never met him before!"

"Let's go. We'll keep looking for a suitable Uchiha."

In all the thousand years he had lived, this was the closest he had ever come to resurrecting his mother. He took Madara Uchiha's plan very seriously and couldn't afford to miss this opportunity.