Blue Moon Island, Yago's Washitsu.
The God of Shinobi from a bygone era sat face-to-face with Sasuke. The witnesses... were all the residents of Blue Moon Island except Orochimaru's original body, along with Orochimaru's curse-mark body.
Sasuke spoke, and Hashirama listened. The occasion was hardly grand; it was like the simplest of tea parties.
The story ended.
Hashirama fell silent.
After a moment, he set down his teacup.
His solemn expression was genuinely imposing.
Suigetsu, quick to read the room, jogged over to refill his tea.
"Aaaah...!!!!"
Hashirama suddenly let out a howl, nearly scaring Suigetsu into collapsing on the spot!
Then... the soul of the man hailed as the God of Shinobi actually began rolling around on the tatami! One moment, he rolled back and forth like a rolling pin; the next, he spun in place like a crocodile performing a death roll!
For a moment...
Karin could hardly believe her eyes.
Kabuto kept his expression under control.
Orochimaru smiled politely.
Itachi watched without blinking.
Nagato's gaze followed every move.
Jugo's face remained tense.
Suigetsu couldn't keep it together.
Sasuke... lowered his head and drank his tea.
At last... Hashirama had scrubbed every tatami mat in the Washitsu with his soul until they gleamed.
Suigetsu stood holding the teapot, his face clouded with exasperation.
This was the God of Shinobi? Why was he so different from what I'd imagined...??
After Hashirama's artistic revival...
"To think that someone so young has been through so much!! Good heavens, good heavens... I truly don't know how to express how moved I am right now!!!! Please, please accept my bow!!!"
Without warning... Hashirama actually prostrated himself before Sasuke!!
Sasuke set down his teacup and said calmly, "First, that habit of yours of dropping to your knees at the slightest provocation really hasn't changed.