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Hashirama simply looked far too young.
But Rayleigh was also certain that this fellow named Hashirama Senju was not alive.
His condition was strange, as though he were caught somewhere between life and death.
So Rayleigh could not be sure whether judging by appearances was reliable.
"Oh, none of that matters!"
"Come on! Cheers! This is some fine liquor that kid Xunjing stashed away! A specialty from our homeland-you definitely haven't tried it before! Have a taste. I guarantee you'll love it!"
Hashirama waved a hand breezily and raised his cup.
As for age, if he counted the years since his death, he figured he was certainly much older than Rayleigh.
But if he only counted his age when he died, he probably was a good deal younger than Rayleigh.
Still, none of that mattered.
When he met someone he clicked with, getting along was all that counted.
And Rayleigh just felt like a little brother to him.
Besides, whoever had the bigger fists was the boss.
He was stronger than Rayleigh, so what was wrong with calling him little brother?
"All right, then."
Hearing that, Rayleigh could only nod helplessly.
At the same time, he felt that Hashirama Senju's sheer shamelessness was exactly like that bastard Gol D. Roger's!
Back then, Roger had tricked him into joining his crew, and he had stayed stuck there for years.
People like that were simply his natural nemesis.
He really could not stay angry with them.
Then he clinked cups with Hashirama and drained his drink.
His eyes lit up. "Good liquor!"
"Hahaha! Told you it was good! Madara and I both gave it our seal of approval! Come on, let's keep drinking!"
Hashirama laughed heartily at that, filled both their cups again, and dragged Rayleigh into a drinking contest.
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