Madara! Do you know what belly dance is?

"Uh... Uncle, just go back and have the Senju Girl Group practice this Dance. I guarantee you'll beat Uncle Madara next time."

Dave was speechless. After Hashirama's triple round of "I refuse," he could only come up with a Dance and teach it to him.

"Hahaha, you're so good to your uncle, Dave! Once I beat that guy Madara, I'll take you along to train! Hahahaha! I'm going back to rehearse!" With a new Secret Manual of dance techniques in hand, Hashirama was as happy as a forty-year-old child.

He ran off without even saying goodbye.

Watching Hashirama run off so happily, Mito smiled helplessly. She explained to the two of them that this was simply the kind of person he was: innocent, optimistic, kind, and so on...

Dave hurriedly stopped Mito before she could keep listing Hashirama's virtues. They were here to visit a patient, so could they stick to that instead of rubbing their lovey-dovey relationship in everyone's faces...?

Mito checked on the two of them a little more, then left.

The next morning, Dave had spent the entire night there with Tsukimi.

Dave had originally planned to sleep on a makeshift bed on the floor. But Tsukimi hadn't wanted to let him go. Since they were both still children and the hospital bed was big enough to fit them, they had slept in it together.

That had led to plenty of funny moments as they slept.

Dave slowly opened his eyes. Seeing Tsukimi sprawled over him like a little octopus, he couldn't help laughing.

His laughter woke Tsukimi from her deep sleep as well.

"Dave, what are you laughing at?" Tsukimi asked shyly, looking at his face just a few centimeters from hers.

"Ah... I'm laughing at a certain little octopus who still hasn't let go," Dave said with a smile.

Tsukimi froze, then looked down at the arm and leg she had draped over Dave. She hurriedly pulled them back, her face flushing so red it practically steamed.

"Hahaha, you're so cute, Tsukimi. How do you feel after a night's rest?" Dave laughed heartily at her face, which was as red as a ripe apple.

"I... I'm fine now..." Tsukimi shook her head.

"Good. We're almost late, so let's hurry to class." Dave nodded, took Tsukimi's little hand, and headed out the door.

Tsukimi followed behind Dave, watching his back... This is so nice...

That afternoon, after school.

"Tsukimi, let's go watch Uncle Madara and Uncle Hashirama's dance battle today," Dave said to her. He wanted to see how well Hashirama had practiced the Dance he'd taught him.

"Mm-hmm." As long as I'm with Dave, anywhere is fine... Tsukimi thought quietly.

"Kagami, tell your father when you get home that I'm taking your sister to see Uncle Madara and the others' dance battle!" Dave called to his little brother-in-law over there.

Kagami, Hiruzen, and Danzo sat together, three lonely singles. Watching Dave and Tsukimi leave hand in hand, they radiated endless resentment...

The west side of Konoha.

Because Madara and Hashirama held dance battles here every day, it had become the busiest place in Konoha. Hashirama had even built a special performance stage, with a large speaker on either side.

Hashirama and Madara's daily dance battles had started a trend in Konoha. If two Villagers had a grudge, they didn't fight—they had a dance battle. The Villagers watching would choose the better dancer.

By then, Madara had already brought his Uchiha Girl Group over and was waiting for Hashirama to arrive.

"Uncle Madara! You're back from outside the village!" Dave said happily as he led Tsukimi over to him.

"Yes. Here, this is honey from the Kamizuru Clan. Have some regularly; it helps your chakra grow. I'll be leaving after the dance battle." Madara nodded, took several jars of honey from behind him, and handed them to Dave.

"Hehe, thank you, Uncle Madara!" Dave accepted them and set them aside for now. He could pick them up when they headed home.

"Why isn't Hashirama here yet? Usually he gets here even earlier than I do." Madara looked at the time on his phone and asked in surprise.

"Hehe, Uncle Madara, Uncle Hashirama learned a new Dance. He's probably changing clothes right now," Dave said, unable to hold back a chuckle.

"Oh? A new Dance? Does he think learning a new Dance will let him beat me? Ridiculous." Hearing that, Madara grew a little interested.

A short while later.

"Madara!! I'm definitely winning this time! Hahahaha!!!" Only then did Hashirama finally arrive with the Senju Girl Group, Shanshan.

The surrounding Villagers froze at the sight of the outfits Hashirama and the Senju Girl Group behind him were wearing.

Hashirama stood in the center, dressed in something resembling a court-style outfit. A long skirt hung from his waist, while his belly and arms were bare. A green gauze scarf covered his head...

Dave: You look so damn flashy...

The members of the Senju Girl Group behind Hashirama wore matching outfits like his, except theirs were all red.

The Villagers were baffled. What kind of outfit is Lord Hokage wearing? Why has he gone out of his way to show his belly?

"Madara! Let me show you my new Dance! Music!" Hashirama Senju laughed heartily, then led the Senju Girl Group onto the stage.

"Hani Laborer hoya hoben!" A burst of music no one could understand rang out across the venue.

Dave figured that since belly dance had already made its appearance, how could he leave out that viral Baidu song? He hadn't changed the language; he thought the original was the best! He had hummed all those lyrics off the top of his head, since he didn't actually know Baidu Language. Orochiroku had then used some equipment to add a few accents, producing the result they heard now.

As soon as the music started, Hashirama Senju began dancing, and the Senju Girl Group swayed along with him. Their fair-skinned bellies twisting seductively drew every Villager's eye. Coupled with the song, which grew more addictive the longer they listened, it made many Villagers start swaying without realizing it. Some even tore the cloth off their stomachs to bare their bellies and follow Hashirama Senju's movements, all to match the mood.

A wild dance of demons, a wild dance of demons... That really is the only way to describe this scene now... What an assault on the eyes...

"Madara!! You've lost this time!!! Hahahaha!" Hashirama Senju kept dancing as he laughed and taunted Madara below the stage.

"Hashirama!!! I will never admit defeat!" Hashirama Senju's taunts set Madara's anger ablaze.

He felt that Hashirama Senju, that ugly man, had mocked him in the very field he excelled at most: Dance!

"Hahahahaha!!!" Hashirama Senju laughed wildly.

It had been decades! At last, he had heard Madara say the words he himself always said! Belly dance!! It truly is the dance I, Hashirama Senju, was born for!

"Let's dance!!"

Dave stood on a rooftop, holding Tsukimi's hand, and stared at the scene in stunned disbelief...

He had expected Hashirama Senju to be an eyesore... but he hadn't expected anything this painful to look at???