"Uh..."
Feeling the anger pouring off the man beside him,
Obito looked over in astonishment.
[A wild Tobirama appeared!]
Just as Obito was considering whether to let him feel the pressure of over ten thousand Kak of chakra,
an even more astonishing burst of chakra erupted from Hashirama.
It immediately forced Tobirama's fierce aura back.
Hashirama glared at Tobirama, his expression dark, and said sternly,
"Tobirama, put your hand down."
Tobirama gave a soft snort.
He slowly lowered his finger and turned his head aside.
"Fine. Don't go releasing your chakra recklessly, Brother."
Both men withdrew their chakra.
Hashirama scratched his head with one hand and burst into an affable laugh.
He looked like an entirely different person from the imposing figure of a moment ago.
"Hahaha, sorry, sorry!"
Watching Hashirama laugh,
Obito immediately felt a sense of kinship.
No wonder Grandpa Madara likes Hashirama so much. He really laughs like one of us Uchiha.
Before Obito could voice any objections,
Madara took offense first.
He cast a cold, sidelong look at Tobirama and demanded indignantly,
"Tobirama Senju, my grandson has saved the Shinobi World and Konoha several times. Why shouldn't he become Hokage?"
Hashirama nodded repeatedly beside him.
Like a wife echoing her husband—scratch that—he chimed in,
"Exactly, Tobirama! How many times have I told you not to look down on the Uchiha Clan?"
Tobirama snorted dismissively.
"Brother, you know as well as I do that those Uchiha are no saints."
Hashirama's expression changed.
When he spoke again, a hint of anger had entered his voice.
"Tobirama, I told you not to talk like that!"
Do you have any idea how terrifying the power inside this child is?
He could easily level Konoha if he wanted to!
Tobirama frowned and countered coldly,
"You're too naive, Brother. Just hearing him