Feast of the Mortal World, Red-Hot and Prosperous!

Hashirama: "Shit, from a beast?"

Madara: "No, it should be human!"

"Human..." Hashirama crouched beside Madara's feet, pinching his chin as he studied it carefully. "Hmm, ten years have passed. It should have dried out by now, so why is it still sticky?"

Just then, Tobirama walked over. "It's probably due to the unusual environment here. The air is thick, smells bloody, and is very humid... But speaking of which, heh heh, for the mighty Uchiha Madara to step in shit—if word got out... Hm!?"

He suddenly stopped and looked down. Sure enough, he had stepped in a pile of shit too.

"Heh..." The corner of Madara's twitching mouth lifted slightly.

Tobirama's face darkened. "What is this... Why does the trail of shit look like it was sprayed everywhere!? It's like someone shit their pants while running, then only squatted down ten meters away!"

Hashirama said, "Look... There are footprints too!"

Mito also walked over. "These footprints should have been left by a child, and the style of the shoes is for a young boy..."

"A young boy..." Yu narrowed his eyes. "Could this pile of shit have been left by Naruto? It's quite possible, though we can't rule out Sasuke Uchiha either..."

At that moment, Hashirama said solemnly, "Any trace left behind by a shinobi can reveal their identity. That child didn't clean up the scene, so he must have been certain that no one would come here..."

"During the Warring States era, many shinobi were ambushed and killed by enemies while relieving themselves in the wild. Others left behind excrement that exposed traces of their presence and led to them being surrounded and eliminated."

"Therefore, whenever the Senju Clan marched, I used Wood Release to dissolve everyone's waste. Gradually, I discovered that the Senju Clan's excrement had unique