"Madara, what exactly are you trying to do?" Hashirama had a bad feeling and demanded in a deep voice.
Madara sneered. "I heard you were getting married today, so I came specially to congratulate you!"
Whether it was an illusion or not, Shusen heard a strong note of jealousy in Madara's words.
His head immediately began to ache. Though he had sounded relaxed when comforting Mito just now, he was anything but calm inside.
His sister's marriage was, in his mind, as important as merging eyes. It concerned her lifelong happiness, and he would never allow anyone to sabotage it—not even Uchiha Madara.
Although Hashirama and Madara shared an unbreakable bond, Hashirama was now his brother-in-law. No matter what kind of close friend Madara was, he had to step aside.
"Madara, for the sake of our past friendship, could you please not make things difficult for me today?" Hashirama's tone softened as he pleaded. After finally marrying the woman he loved, he truly did not want any complications.
"If you have any grievances against me, you can find me on the battlefield another day. Just not today..."
"I insist on finding you today!" Madara cut him off forcefully.
According to Uchiha Tajima's orders, after their defeat at the Ninjasteel Mine, the Uchiha clansmen were to remain shut within their territory. They could only leave once Black Zetsu had fallen or vanished without a trace.
But after learning that Hashirama was getting married, Madara had been consumed by rage. Defying his father's orders, he had privately led a group of clansmen here to intercept the bridal procession. He had always been this rebellious and proud.
"Don't be so naive, Hashirama. From the moment we stood on opposing sides, our past friendship ceased to exist. Prepare yourself to fight me to the