Inside the operating room, sounds rang out from time to time.
Hashirama Cells had already been transplanted into Itachi Uchiha's body. At that moment, he was doing everything he could to endure their intense corrosive effects.
"Tut, tut, tut." Tobirama Senju narrowed his eyes. Having been reincarnated through the Impure World Reincarnation for so long, he had not felt pain in ages, and he could not help feeling nostalgic for it.
"Second Grandpa, what kind of expression is that?"
Tsunade shook her head. Ever since her second grandfather had been revived, he seemed somewhat different from before—more approachable, and occasionally even a little playful?
"Hiss—" Itachi Uchiha, lying on the hospital bed, drew in a deep breath. He could feel the cells within his body being replaced one after another, as though tens of thousands of ants were gnawing at his flesh and blood—only far more painful.
But no matter how agonizing this was, could it possibly compare to the pain of personally raising the butcher's blade against his own clan and parents?
At that thought, Itachi stopped trembling so violently. His face was calm as he allowed the Hashirama Cells within his body to remake him.
Still, the faint beads of cold sweat trickling down his forehead showed that he was not as relaxed as he appeared.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Itachi Uchiha, who had been lying on the hospital bed all this time, suddenly sat upright.
"It worked?!"
Tsunade let out a breath of relief and turned to Tobirama Senju with an expression that said, "See? I told you so."
After giving Tsunade a thumbs-up in encouragement, Tobirama Senju walked over to Itachi.
"Itachi, how do you feel?"
Itachi Uchiha, who had been slightly lowering his head, raised it. A rare smile appeared