Hashirama! Do You Know What Pole Dancing Is?

After the dance battle ended, Hashirama won with his fresh dance moves and brainwashing song. Once the Villagers dispersed, he and Madara sent their girl groups home first.

"Yo, Madara, you lost this time!" Hashirama ran over to Madara with an obnoxious grin to rub it in.

"Hmph." Madara fought back the urge to kill him with a single Susanoo strike. He folded his arms and turned his head away.

"Oh? Hahahaha!!! Hahahaha!!! Hahahaha!!!" Seeing his best buddy act so huffy, Hashirama planted his hands on his hips and roared with laughter.

"Bastard!!" A vein bulged on Madara's forehead, and he punched Hashirama into the air.

"I won this time! Ahahaha!!" Even while flying through Heaven, Hashirama had to get in one more taunt...

"Brat! Were you the one who taught Hashirama that new dance?" Madara abruptly turned toward Dave and demanded, his expression full of menace.

As far as Madara was concerned, Hashirama was an idiot when it came to dancing. How could he possibly have come up with something like that? It had to be Dave, that brat with all his crazy ideas, who had taught him.

"Uh... y-yes." Dave swallowed and nodded sheepishly...

"...Teach me one too... He's getting too cocky." Madara paused for a moment, then turned his head away and spoke with affected indifference.

"..." Dave was dumbfounded... Uncle Madara... You're kind of scaring me...

"What? You don't want to?" After waiting a while without hearing an answer, Madara asked in a low voice.

"I do, I do... It's just... well... it depends on whether you're willing to dance it..." Dave swallowed, then made a bold decision...

"As long as I can beat Hashirama, I don't care what it is!" Madara said coldly.

"All right... Hear me out..." Dave walked over to Madara, who crouched down to listen.

"Are you sure this kind of dance can really beat Hashirama?" Madara asked in utter astonishment after hearing him out.

"Of course." Dave was completely certain.

"Good! I'll go practice with them right now. I won't be leaving for the next few days. I'll leave after I beat Hashirama. And make sure you find some music for this dance too."

"...Okay..." The corner of Dave's mouth twitched, and he felt utterly helpless...

"Wait, take the honey with you," Madara called out when he saw Dave about to leave.

"Oh, right! Thanks, Uncle Madara! Mwah!"

Three days later... the Villagers gathered there again.

Word was that after Madara, the Clan Leader, lost last time, he had shut himself away at home for a whole day and night to devise a new dance. Today, he was challenging Hashirama Senju again.

This time was different. Hashirama Senju arrived first with the Senju Girl Group, still wearing his Belly Dance outfit.

"Dave, why isn't Madara here yet?" Hashirama folded his arms, his face brimming with arrogance. He had already beaten Madara at dancing!

"Uh... didn't you hear? Uncle Madara learned a new dance too. He's probably changing right now..." Dave scratched his head and answered helplessly.

"Hmph, what new dance? Belly Dance is the real... uh..." Hashirama Senju abruptly froze halfway through his sentence...

"The real wha... oh my God..." Dave asked in confusion, but when he followed Hashirama Senju's gaze, he was completely stunned...

Of course... Hashirama and Dave weren't the only ones stunned. Every Villager who had come to watch was too...

Madara Uchiha approached slowly with the Uchiha Girl Group. He wore a somewhat casual suit jacket on his upper body, which looked fine... fairly normal, at least. But his lower half... a knee-length skirt with lace trim??? And a fucking pair of Black Stockings??? Good heavens...

The female Villagers' hearts fluttered at the sight. At that moment, that figure with his long legs in Black Stockings was all they could see... The men's hearts fluttered too...

Their gazes were fixed on the Uchiha Girl Group's long legs in white stockings... That's right, the center performer and the backup dancers had to be distinguished.

Many of the male Villagers instantly erupted in nosebleeds. After months of these dance battles, some had long since learned to come prepared and quickly took out wads of tissue to plug their noses. Others couldn't stop the bleeding and were propelled away by the force of it...

Yes, that meant Hiruzen Sarutobi and his father, Sasuke Sarutobi. Both of them went flying from their nosebleeds...

"Hashirama! This time, you're definitely going to lose!" Madara strode slowly over to Hashirama, swinging his legs clad in Black Stockings, his eyes gleaming.

Madara didn't feel uncomfortable at all. After all, skirts had only just been introduced, and he considered this nothing more than a dance costume. Besides, if his best buddy Hashirama wasn't embarrassed to dress like that, why would he be embarrassed by this?

Hashirama said nothing. His eyes were simply fixed on Madara standing before him... or rather, on his legs in Black Stockings...

Just then, Hashirama felt an itch in his nose. A thin trickle of blood slowly ran down... but his gaze remained on those legs, and he was completely oblivious...

"Uncle... Uncle..." Even Dave found it embarrassing to watch. He walked over and tugged at Hashirama's clothes...

Something was seriously wrong with his uncle. If he had been staring at the Uchiha Girl Group's legs in white stockings and getting a nosebleed, Dave wouldn't have thought much of it. But why the fuck was he getting a nosebleed over Madara's legs in Black Stockings? At that moment, Dave sensed the air of freedom...

"Huh? Huh? What is it, Dave?" Hashirama came back to his senses and looked in confusion at Dave, who was tugging at his clothes.

"Uncle... your nose... This is embarrassing..." Dave pointed at his own nose, rather speechless.

"Ah... ah... Hiss... Why am I getting a nosebleed..." Hashirama hurriedly wiped the blood from his nose and gave an awkward smile.

"Heh, Hashirama... This time, just wait until you lose!" Madara gave him a cold look, then slowly led his girl group onto the stage...

Each girl held a three-meter-long steel pole, and Madara had one too. He used Chakra to secure every pole to the stage...

Next... the nightmare began...

"Ah~" The music opened with a woman's breathy moan, followed by a faintly suggestive accompaniment...

Madara cast a cold glance at Hashirama, his eyes plainly saying, Watch closely!

Madara placed one hand on the pole, then slowly extended his left leg. The girl group behind him followed his movements. In time with the music, he slowly hooked his left leg around the pole, and then... everything was about to erupt...

"Hello, emergency services?! Hurry! Hurry! Send every doctor and nurse in your hospital! Don't ask why! Have you fucking forgotten that accident last month? That accident... is about to happen again..." Dave swallowed and hurriedly made a call. If this went on, the situation would spiral out of control!