Three days until the wedding.
"Madara... what should we give them?" Madara and Hashirama had spent an entire week fooling around in the village before remembering that their nephew was getting married...
"No idea." Madara shook his head.
He really had no idea what to give them... the Gunbai... armor... money... he had already given Dave all those things for his birthdays over the years. There really seemed to be nothing left to give... all he had left now was a scythe... uh... was he supposed to give Dave a scythe as a wedding present?
At that thought, Madara shuddered violently... that felt wrong on so many levels.
Madara slowly turned to look at Hashirama beside him... Hashirama looked puzzled.
When this fool Hashirama got married... what did I give him again? Uh... I don't think I gave him anything... I think I was even at war with the Senju Clan back then... Madara silently pondered.
"Let's walk around the village and see if we can find a suitable gift," Madara said slowly after thinking for a while.
"Sure!" Hashirama nodded. The two began wandering aimlessly along the village's shopping street.
As soon as Madara reached the entrance to the shopping street, he took a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them on.
Hashirama smiled disdainfully. Madara, you're still such a poser. What's wrong with being simple and unpretentious like me? I really don't get it.
Behind his sunglasses, Madara gave the ugly man beside him an indifferent glance and chose not to bother with him. His hands kept moving as he pulled a baseball cap and a black face mask from his pocket, fully disguising himself.
"Come on, let's look around," Madara said.
The two wandered aimlessly down the street, stopping now and then to look at