Night...
"Madara, are you asleep?" Hashirama called from his makeshift bed on the floor...
"No." A vein bulged on Madara's forehead as he lay in bed.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Hashirama rolled onto his side and asked with a grin.
"Shut up! Go to sleep!" Madara snapped, glaring at Hashirama with a throbbing headache.
"Oh, okay..." Hashirama nodded obediently and closed his eyes...
Silence settled over the room for a while...
"Snore... snore..."
"..." Madara really wanted to slap this idiot clean out of the room...
At four in the morning, Madara was finally too sleepy to hold out any longer... He grabbed his pillow, covered his face, and forced himself to fall asleep.
Yes... Madara fell asleep...
Around noon...
Madara slowly opened his eyes and removed the pillow from his face. Hmm... Falling asleep had been a struggle, but the sleep itself had been quite comfortable...
Madara tried to get up, then suddenly felt a weight pressing down on him...
He raised his head and looked down at his chest...
Someone wearing nothing but green frog-patterned underwear was wrapped around him... drool still trickling from his mouth...
A little while later.
"This person's injuries are rather serious. The medical bills may be quite high, so please be prepared," the doctor told Madara helplessly, looking at him with some concern.
"Mm. I have money." Madara nodded.
"All right. Since the cost isn't an issue, we can do everything we need to treat him." The doctor smiled happily, then entered the operating room.
Inside the Hokage Office.
"The Shinobi World Olympics? What does that mean?" Danzo asked in confusion as he read the proposal Dave had submitted.
"To promote communication across the shinobi world. It's peacetime now, and all the villages are recuperating. Once they're done, those Kage won't sit