Seeing the similar scene, the similar images, the same tone, and Hashirama Senju's identical expressions and behavior, Ōtsutsuki Moon somehow felt that Hashirama Senju was just like him.
Everyone chatted for a while, though most of the conversation consisted of Kakuzu pressing the two of them to repay their loans.
"Come on, man, I haven't even been in Konoha. Where am I supposed to get the money to pay you back?" Ōtsutsuki Moon asked pitifully.
"That has nothing to do with me. I just want to see my money," Kakuzu said flatly.
Beside them, Hashirama Senju shook his head with an air of worldly wisdom. This youngster was clearly new to the trap. He didn't understand this Black-Faced Buckle Ghost at all.
"What do we do now?" Dave asked his trusted right-hand man.
Since Kakuzu had managed to bring him to Uncle Madara and the others, his trusted subordinate surely had other abilities too.
"Check the radar on your phone," Kakuzu said without batting an eye.
"There's no internet. Do you still think we're in Konoha?" Hashirama said helplessly.
"First, debtors don't get to speak to me in that tone. Second, I am a Signal Station myself." Kakuzu shot Hashirama a disdainful glance.
Then, under everyone's horrified gazes, Kakuzu sliced open his own torso. Ōtsutsuki Moon was dumbfounded. Where had this absolute beast come from? Why was he cutting himself open at the drop of a hat?
Everyone looked into Kakuzu's chest. Right in the middle, beneath his internal organs, he actually had a miniature Signal Station built into his body, with each little component tucked behind his organs.
And where did the electricity come from? Seeing all the wires connected to one of Kakuzu's five hearts, which flickered faintly with lightning, everyone was utterly stunned.
"Tell me, just how