Matchmaking Corner
Hashirama sneaked inside, hid in a corner, and glanced around until he spotted his target.
Madara stood surrounded by a crowd of women, veins bulging on his forehead. So this was matchmaking... No wonder...
He had only been there for a few minutes, and a swarm of women had already gathered around to invite him to dinner... It was giving him a headache.
Hashirama could see how uncomfortable Madara was. Hmm, I need to find a way to get him out of there.
Just then, Hashirama's eyes darted around. He snickered mischievously and noticed a certain spot...
A little while later...
Madara was trying to figure out how to leave when the noisy voices around him suddenly fell silent. Puzzled, he followed everyone's gaze...
Click... click... click... click... The sound of high heels tapping against the ground approached.
Madara looked up from the heels to a pair of white stockings, the long, pale legs dazzling to behold. The "woman" wore a green pleated skirt and a purple short-sleeved top, with a handbag hanging from one hand. As for those lethal weapons on his chest... Ahem.
The "woman" had an oval face, seductive, man-magnet lipstick on his lips, and long black hair cascading over his shoulders to his waist.
The "woman" covered his mouth and giggled, turning his makeup-enhanced, sultry eyes toward Madara. Their gazes met...
Madara looked at the "woman" who had suddenly appeared before him, momentarily at a loss...
"Um... Mada... Ahem... Handsome, may I treat you to dinner?" The "woman" slowly strolled up to Madara and asked with a soft laugh.
Madara still seemed not to have recovered. Still somewhat dazed, he nodded...
Then the "woman" took Madara's hand and slowly led him away.
*If I'd known, I wouldn't have stuffed such big things in there.