These ninja clans had inherited nothing else, but they had preserved the nobles' extravagant lifestyle quite well. Every one of them brought several servants, specially selected from within their own clan for safety.
Shadow Clone Zero sent this bunch of tagalongs away. A wedding did not need a grand spectacle; what mattered was who came to watch.
When he returned to the hotel hall, he found that all the seats had been arranged. An empty seat had been left at the central main table near the ceremonial platform, clearly reserved for him.
"This feels pretty good. No one's ever valued me this much before."
After taking his seat and looking around, he saw that everyone at his table was among the highest-ranking clan heads. Hashirama sat on his right, but strangely enough, Tobirama had the nerve to sit on his left.
Being flanked by men on both sides left Shadow Clone Zero full of question marks. He leaned slightly toward Tobirama and said:
"You damn Tobirama, my disciple used to be one of your test subjects! You've got some thick skin!"
He spoke very quietly, almost inaudibly, but given Tobirama's strength, it was impossible for him not to hear it.
"I already told you, I didn't do it. You know more about the test subjects than I do."
"But when all's said and done, aren't you still their enemy?"
"I already apologized to them in private! Uchiha Gen!"
Shadow Clone Zero had wanted to tease the little goblin a little more, but someone tugged at his sleeve beneath the table. When he turned, he saw Hashirama giving him a look, so he could only let it go.
The wedding followed a style that had recently become popular in the Land of Fire. Old customs such as teasing the bridal chamber