Madara Uchiha looked at Hashirama Senju with helplessness written all over his face, groaning inwardly.
He had never wanted to deceive his friend, but his younger brother Uchiha Yato's actions had caught him completely off guard.
"That little bastard is actually arranging marriages for Izuna and me!" Madara said indignantly. "He put photos of the two of us right up at Konoha's matchmaking agency!"
The thought of his photo being openly displayed at a matchmaking agency made Madara's face burn.
Growing irritated, he could not help slamming his palm down on the table.
With a bang, the table let out a sharp crack, and a fissure instantly appeared across its surface.
The crack was not large, but it was enough to show that Madara had not held back that slap.
When Hashirama saw this, he froze for a moment before clutching his stomach and bursting into laughter as though he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"This is a good thing!" Hashirama said through his laughter. "Your brother did it because he cares about you!"
Madara shot Hashirama a glare and replied irritably, "Cares about me? He's just making trouble for me!"
Hashirama finally managed to stop laughing. After catching his breath, he said, "True, your little brother is far too much younger than you two. And at your age, if you'd started earlier, you could practically be a grandfather by now."
He was not joking. During the Warring States Period, people had relatively short average lifespans, and living past thirty was already considered quite old.
That was why people generally married very young back then. Yet Madara, now approaching forty, did not even have a wife by his side. It really was hard to justify.
What was even more infuriating was that Uchiha Izuna was also someone