Yongye had sealed Hashirama Senju's Reanimated Body but left his head exposed. As he looked at Hashirama's face, he remembered that the man had failed to yield a blind box and raised an eyebrow.
"Hashirama Senju, do you think you can still turn this around?"
Hashirama was silent for a moment. Then he spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and weary, yet stubborn as ever:
"You really are powerful."
"But I believe evil can never triumph over good."
"One day, a hero who loves peace will defeat you."
Yongye looked at him. The smile remained on his lips, but for an instant, his eyes grew complicated. He looked like a teacher watching a student who had tried so hard, taken everything so seriously, and still chosen the wrong answer on the final question.
He neither mocked Hashirama nor lost his temper. He just clicked his tongue in exasperation, turned his head, and looked away.
Hashirama still refused to crack.
Yongye couldn't be bothered with him anymore.
The Sage of Six Paths probably tampered with this guy behind the scenes. He's as absurdly self-sacrificing as Naruto.
A rush of air sounded from the side.
Two figures landed one after the other on a pile of rubble ten paces in front of Yongye.
Obito stood in front, the hem of his black Red Cloud Robe stirring in the airflow. His crimson Sharingan showed through the opening in his Spiral Mask.
Kakashi stood half a step behind him, his mask covering most of his face. His one visible eye was not on Yongye, but on Obito's back.
"Lord Yongye!"
Obito's voice came from behind the mask, his urgency deliberately restrained. "Are you all right?"
Yongye watched his show of concern, and the smile on his lips slowly, almost lazily, spread to his eyes.
He