"Hey, hey, Danzo, still staring? She's already gone!" Hiruzen waved a hand in front of Danzo's face and teased him.
"...Let's go." Danzo gave the creep a look, then walked away first.
"What's wrong with him?" Seeing how oddly Danzo was acting, Kagami turned to Hiruzen in confusion.
"Maybe... this is... love~" Hiruzen said with a rather sleazy air.
"...Pervert." Kagami glanced at Hiruzen, shuddered violently, and followed Danzo.
"Hey! You're into little kids, and you've got the nerve to call me that?! Get back here and explain yourself!" Hiruzen howled in outrage.
Meanwhile, in the village.
"Ahem, Madara, don't ignore me. What happened last time really was an accident. You have to believe me!" Zhumei—pfft, Hashirama—looked at Madara pleadingly.
Madara gave the guy an icy glance. No... I can't look at him... damn it, the more I look, the more I remember what happened...
"...How about this, Madara? The race car from that Konoha Mountain race is ready. Let's pick it up at the dealership! I'll take you for a spin!" Hashirama had looked rather dejected, but the sudden thought cheered him up, and he looked eagerly at Madara.
"...Fine..." Madara reluctantly glanced at Hashirama and nodded slowly.
"Oh, yes! Awesome, Madara! You finally talked to me!" Hashirama whooped with joy.
The two arrived at the dealership, just in time for Kakuzu's promotional event: 0.003% off. The place was absolutely packed.
"Hurry up, Madara! We won't be able to squeeze in later!" Hashirama shouted excitedly, tugging at Madara.
"Let go. I can walk on my own!" Madara snapped, a vein bulging on his forehead.
"Fine, hurry, hurry, hurry!" Hashirama reluctantly released Madara's arm and squeezed his way inside.
"Ow!" In a moment of carelessness, Hashirama collided with a woman. She fell to the ground, clutched her ankle, and cried