"I take the world by storm, going wherever I please as everyone looks up to me. I take the world by storm, never needing to look back..."
As the manually supplied background music started playing, Madara narrowed his eyes, trying to make out what on earth he was looking at.
"Whew, Maddie, how have you been lately?"
Hashirama wore a red suit with a fur coat draped over it, his hair slicked back and gleaming. With sunglasses on his face, a cigar between his lips, and his hands in his pockets, he slowly walked toward Madara.
Once he reached Madara, he took out his phone and turned off the background music.
"...What's gotten into you this time?" The corner of Madara's mouth twitched.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Hashirama smiled faintly and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.
Hashirama sat on the main sofa, one arm draped over the backrest and his legs crossed, puffing away at his cigar.
"Well, tell me. What's gotten into you this time?" Madara asked slowly.
"Ah, lately, well, tsk, sigh... I've secured an investment. I'm about to hit the big time." Hashirama's expression was complicated as he cycled through one interjection after another.
"But don't worry. We've been friends for decades. Once I make it big, I'll never forget you!" Madara had just been about to ask which sucker had dared invest in him when Hashirama raised a hand and cut him off.
Then Hashirama took the cigar from his mouth, not even a third smoked, tossed it onto the floor, and stamped it out.
"Aishen Cigars, fifty thousand for one ryo. Tsk, not a bad flavor," Hashirama said casually.
Then Hashirama reached into a pocket beneath his collar, took out a golden card, and handed it to Madara.
"What's this?"