"Madara, hurry over to the entrance of Kirigakure's Ninja Academy and help me look tough." Seeing the young ANBU operative go off to make a call, Hashirama took out his phone and called Madara too.
"...I don't have time right now. Tell Izuna to go instead. He's free," Madara said from the other end, his voice utterly emotionless.
"Izuna? Sure, that works. I might as well call Tobirama over too. Man, being hired muscle isn't easy. I even have to call in backup. All right, then. Oh, what are you busy with over there?" Hashirama sighed and asked helplessly.
"Madara, didn't I feed you lunch?! Can't you shout any louder?! That old geezer Butsuma across the way is louder than you!"
"KFC, KFC, Uchiha KFC! Come get your fried chicken at Uchiha KFC!"
Hearing that, Hashirama silently hung up. His father Butsuma had asked him to come over earlier too. Thank goodness he hadn't gone...
Next, Hashirama called Izuna and explained what they should wear and what they should say when they arrived...
A few minutes later...
"Hey, Senju Pillar, right? Where's your backup? Don't tell me nobody's coming." Looking at the crowd of friends behind him, the young ANBU operative felt more confident and asked Hashirama with a disdainful expression.
"I carry words of wisdom on my shoulders, so don't you get cocky in front of me."
"...Can you talk like a normal person? Where's your backup?!" Veins bulged on the young man's forehead. Where the fuck had this freak come from...?
"Don't let your ego soar, or you might get stabbed from behind."
"I fucking... Where's your backup?!!"
"Your blade's too dull and your horse too lean. What makes you think you can fight me?"
The young man didn't want to talk anymore... Where had this freak