Tobirama Senju was filled with helplessness at that moment, as though ten thousand alpacas were stampeding through his heart.
This brief Impure World Reincarnation had lasted less than an hour, yet it had already made him experience so much embarrassment and helplessness.
In less than an hour, his face had darkened three times, each time for a different reason.
It made him feel utterly miserable. Countless complaints were on the tip of his tongue, but he felt that voicing them would damage his image.
To keep the situation from spiraling further out of control, Hashirama Senju decided to stop remaining silent and quickly said, "I've already learned a few things, so let's not use any more little tricks."
His tone was stern and decisive. Clearly, he did not want this awkward situation to continue.
Then, Hashirama Senju turned his gaze toward Uchiha Yato and asked, "Your name is Uchiha Yato, right?" His voice was calm and gentle, as though he held no particular opinion of Uchiha Yato.
Hashirama Senju then added, "You don't mind if I call you Yato, kid, do you?" Though the words sounded casual, they carried a sense of warmth and easy familiarity.
At Hashirama Senju's words, the people around them, whether they had ulterior motives or were simply here to watch the show, suddenly fell silent.
They all watched Hashirama Senju curiously, wanting to see what he would do next.
Uchiha Yato could not be bothered to keep staring down Tsunade and Tobirama Senju. He replied openly.
"Of course."
"Then what insight does the First Hokage have?"
At that moment, everyone resumed their spectator stance.
In their eyes, Uchiha Yato and the current Hashirama Senju were roughly evenly matched in strength.
They had not lived through Hashirama Senju's era, but they had witnessed Uchiha Yato's strength