"WHAT? THAT DAMN GEORGE!!" Black Zetsu roared in fury when he heard the news.
Then Black Zetsu took out his phone and called George directly.
"Yo, Black Zetsu, what made you decide to call me?" George asked teasingly on the other end.
"You bastard, are you determined to make things difficult for me?!" Black Zetsu roared, veins bulging on his forehead.
"What makes you say that? I'm just looking for another way to make a living. Besides, I sell men's products. That doesn't conflict with your business," George said calmly.
"Fine! All right!" Black Zetsu narrowed his eyes, then hung up.
"If you're going to play dirty, don't blame me for doing the same." Black Zetsu clenched his fists.
At Madara's house, Hashirama had come to visit his good friend that day. His friend had barely paid him any attention for almost half a year...
Hashirama felt a little hurt, so he went straight to Madara's house to see what was going on...
"Madara! What have you been doing these past six months?" Hashirama didn't even knock. He simply climbed over the wall.
"Hm? What are you doing here?" Madara had been teaching a child in the courtyard. Hearing the noise, he came out to take a look.
"I came to see you. You haven't come out to have fun in over half a year," Hashirama said, sounding a little hurt.
"I've been teaching Obito. I think my teaching has been very successful, but that damn brother of yours still refuses to admit it. Hah." Madara sneered.
"Hm? You're teaching Little Obito? Nice. I think he's in good hands with you, Madara." Hashirama nodded, a little surprised.
Who had Madara taught last time again? Oh, Dave. Dave was such a good kid.
Just then, a flash of white light