In This Three-Inch World, Karma Was Hard to Dispel

"Hashirama...?"

Madara froze slightly, then came back to his senses, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "Hashirama, we're not kids anymore. Stop playing these childish games and come out... We need to talk business."

Only a few snowflakes striking his face answered him.

Madara's smile gradually faded, and his brow slowly furrowed. "Hashirama, come out now... or I'm going to get angry!"

There was still no response. Madara began pacing through the courtyard, kicking over the stone table and leaving chaotic footprints in the snow.

Madara grew anxious. "Hashirama!! Where are you!! Come out!!"

Madara became enraged. "Hashirama, get the hell out here!!"

A terrifying thought surfaced in Madara's mind, and he abruptly stopped.

Is Yama of the Netherworld really that easy to reason with?

"Hashirama, Hashirama..." Madara lowered his head, his fists clenched tightly.

Drip! Blood fell through the gaps in his black gloves, staining the snow red.

He suddenly looked up, blood vessels bursting in his eyes. "Aaaahhh!!! Hashirama!!!!!!!!!"

Boom!

Ice and snow roared. Madara's left eye, transplanted from Yushiki, flashed as it activated the Three-Tomoe Sharingan!

Konoha Ninja Vassal State, main city, Ye Gucheng.

Clang!

The prison door opened.

"Deidara, we're letting you off this time for Lord Feather Emperor's sake. If you fall into our hands again, we won't be so accommodating!"

Konoha's official removed Deidara's handcuffs and shackles.

"Whew~~" Deidara held the back of his head and whistled as he walked out of the prison gates. Seeing Yu standing in the snow, he said indifferently, "Let's get one thing straight. You can punish me, but don't expect me to admit I was wrong~ If anything, those vulgar Konoha fools should consider themselves lucky to have witnessed my new art. That's a blessing they cultivated in a previous life..."

Before he could finish,