Russell: When It Comes to Moral Low Ground, I Win by a Narrow Margin (Part 2)

Why had something of such an absurdly high level suddenly appeared?

"...Our ancestors really were unimaginably powerful."

Hashirama Senju smiled bitterly as well.

He had known that his clan's reputation in the universe might not have been very good.

But...

He had never expected that someone had already ascended to a higher dimension by devouring civilizations and planets.

So his family was actually this illustrious...

Or rather, this infamous?

"So, we need to become stronger."

The spiky-haired man, who looked entirely like a cool guy, crossed his arms and spoke proudly.

"If you want to protect what you cherish, you need power."

"I don't care."

In contrast, the smaller spiky-haired man was very calm. He merely looked from afar at the fox-whiskered boy.

He did not care about the sins of his ancestors, nor did he care much about Konoha. The hatred of his clan's destruction had already come to an end.

The meaning of the rest of his life was to follow in the footsteps of his only companion.

"What about the second Ten-Tails?"

Naruto immediately asked another question.

Isshiki, that old bastard, was practically the greatest treasure chest monster in Hokage.

Whenever he exploded, all kinds of strange things came pouring out.

"This... throw it to Mobius too."

Russell scratched his head. That money-grubbing snake had been using the Ten-Tails and Tengen to spin grand promises for him all along.

Since there was an extra Ten-Tails, he might as well toss it over to her.

Let's see what she can make out of it. (Mobius: I have Ten-Tails slices here. What I need is money, money, money!!!)

"Naruto, go take a look too."

"Okay."

Naruto agreed without hesitation.

After giving his final instructions.

Russell stopped watching the chat group and returned to reality.

Isshiki had already been blown