An iconic scene...

The next day, in the Uchiha Clan Compound.

"Izuna, how did your blind date go yesterday afternoon?" Madara Uchiha asked his younger brother after finishing Dance practice with the Uchiha Girl Group.

"Not great. That bastard Tobirama kept interfering," Izuna said, selling Tobirama out without a moment's hesitation.

"Hmph. That White-Hair is really getting more and more annoying," Madara said darkly.

First he had killed his brother. Now that his brother had finally been resurrected, he was interfering with his blind dates—the vital business of revitalizing the Uchiha Clan. How had a bastard like that fathered such a good kid as Dave?

"Come on, I'll take you to practice, then we'll go dancing. Today, we brothers will join forces and beat Hashirama Senju for sure. We'll talk about the blind date tomorrow. I'll ask Mito for you again then," Madara continued.

"Do we have to, big brother...? Uh, what's dancing?" Izuna looked miserable. He didn't want to get slapped by another girl...

"Dancing? It's an incredibly hot-blooded sport. Hashirama and I battle every afternoon. Hmph, he's won every time this month. So he knows a little belly dance—what's the big deal? If he hadn't been such a sore loser that time I beat him and written my pole dance into the Scroll of Seals, I'd have beaten him hundreds of times by now," Madara said dismissively.

"Uh..." Izuna was utterly bewildered. What dancing? What battles? What belly dance and pole dance? I've only been dead for a little over ten years... and I'm already this out of touch???

Seeing his brother's bewilderment, Madara explained in detail what Dance was and just how accomplished he was at it.

A little while later.

"Oh! I get it. I'll go practice right now. I'll definitely help you beat Hashirama today, big brother," Izuna said with a nod. He was still bitter about what Tobirama had done yesterday. Today, he would settle the score with Tobirama's big brother, Hashirama.

"Wait. Let me call Dave first. Hashirama's belly Dance really is something. His mastery of it is practically supernatural now. We need a new Dance to beat him," Madara said gravely.

"Hello, Uncle Madara. What can I do for you?" Dave's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Dave, do you have any new Dances that could beat Hashirama? His belly Dance is genuinely impressive," Madara asked evenly.

"...Yes, Uncle Madara." Dave froze for a moment, then answered with a wry smile. It's over. Uncle Madara, a towering legend, has been ruined by Dance...

"Where are you now? Izuna and I will come find you," Madara said.

"I'm in the Clan Compound, at the Second Elder's house. I came to hang out with Tsukimi. Hold on—are you at home? I'll come to you," Dave said.

"All right. Come over."

A little while later.

"Uncle Izuna, how did your blind date go yesterday?" Dave asked in greeting when he arrived at Uncle Madara's house and spotted Izuna.

"Not great... The girl even slapped me." The words "blind date" brought that slap straight back to Izuna's mind, and he spoke with a miserable expression.

"...No way... Uncle Izuna, you're so handsome... At your peak, even I'd have to concede defeat. How could it have failed?" Dave asked in confusion.

With that Uchiha Sasuke face of Izuna's, how was that even possible?

"Ah... It's all Tobirama's fault..." Just thinking about it made Izuna's heart ache...

"Dave, do you have any new Dances that could beat Hashirama?" Madara wasn't dwelling on any of that. All he wanted was to beat Hashirama in today's Dance battle.

"Of course, Uncle Madara. Have you heard of street dance?"

"..."

That afternoon.

Hashirama arrived with the Senju Girl Group as usual, his head high and chest out like a victorious Chicken.

"Why isn't Madara here yet?" Hashirama opened his phone to check the time and muttered in confusion.

"Hashirama!" Just then, Madara Uchiha slowly approached alone.

"Madara, how would you like to lose today?" Hashirama chuckled as though he were discussing something perfectly ordinary. He had been winning every day lately. Belly dance really is the true god of dance! That pole dance stuff is just an aberration! Black Stockings Madara... get out of my head!

"Hashirama, do you really think you can still win today?" Madara asked icily. His outfit was perfectly ordinary today—just a suit.

"Where's your Uchiha Girl Group? What, are you taking me on solo today, Madara?" Hashirama asked with a smile, not the least bit offended.

"Hmph. To beat you? I'm enough on my own. Besides, I'm not alone!" Madara Uchiha sneered.

"After you!" "Music!"

Madara Uchiha stepped onto the stage, and thunderous music rang out. He slowly took his starting pose, then... a Thomas Flare struck straight into the hearts of countless female Villagers. Then he planted both hands on the ground and spun his legs into a Windmill to the beat.

Hashirama stared, dumbfounded...

Seeing the shock on Hashirama's face, Madara gave a disdainful smile. Then he snapped his fingers. A figure slowly descended from the sky and started grooving along with Madara Uchiha's movements.

"Hahahaha! Big brother! Dance really does get your blood pumping!" Uchiha Izuna laughed heartily as he spun into a windmill alongside his older brother.

"Izuna?" Hashirama looked at Izuna, who had descended from the sky, then at the Villagers' shining eyes. His spirits sank...

"Hashirama! Today, we brothers are joining forces! Victory is ours!!"

That night.

"Tobirama! Please agree to dance with me!" Hashirama clung to his younger brother's leg and wailed, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Let go! Big brother! I'm not joining you in some humiliating Dance! Let go!" Tobirama roared, veins bulging on his forehead.

"I lost to Madara today! He even brought Izuna, and despite having only two people, they beat me and my Senju Girl Group! It has to be thanks to Izuna! Boohoo! I absolutely cannot lose!" Hashirama sobbed, full of anguish.

"What? You said Izuna went too? And he beat you?" The instant Tobirama heard that Izuna had joined in, he seemed to become a different person, his voice turning grave.

"Yes!! Boohoo! If it were just Madara and his Uchiha Girl Group, they could never beat me!"

"Fine!"

The following afternoon.

The Villagers witnessed the following scene...

Izuna stood facing Tobirama, and Madara stood facing Hashirama... Blazing flames flickered in the eyes of both teams.

"Hashirama!!!"

"Madara!!!"

"Tobirama Senju!!!"

"Uchiha Izuna!!!"

Watching from the sidelines, Dave felt a headache coming on. Could anyone imagine Madara and Izuna doing street dance against Hashirama and Tobirama doing belly dance...?

The scene really was... as painful to the eyes as it could possibly get... He was starting to wonder whether resurrecting Izuna had been the right decision...