As the spotlights onstage slowly swung toward the back...
Four figures were caught in their beams, slowly making their way onto the stage with the lights...
The people below gaped at the sight of the four...
"Fuck! I knew it!" A Senju elder in his fifties slapped his forehead.
"Ah... aaaah... my Sharingan is awakening!!" An Uchiha Clan elder nearing fifty who had never awakened his eyes felt a blood-red color gathering in them, while tears of emotion slowly rolled down...
"Holy shit! I remember now! The clan legends, holy shit!" Fugaku's eyes widened, his Mangekyō Sharingan spinning into existence involuntarily. A bloody tear looked ready to fall...
"Ah... wh-why is Great-Grandpa..." Mikoto stared at the scene in shock as well...
"Fuck! Mikoto! You can't look at this!" A bloody tear slowly slipped from Fugaku's eye as he hurriedly covered Mikoto's eyes with his hand.
Holy shit! I forgot about this! I've been screwed!! My romantic ball-swapping date is ruined!! My two hundred thousand!! Fugaku was filled with pain and regret...
Then Fugaku felt someone looking at him. He turned and saw Minato, whose control over his expression had completely collapsed, also covering Kushina's eyes. His gaze met Fugaku's with thirty percent bewilderment, forty percent desolation, twenty percent pain, and ten percent terror.
What a miscalculation!! What date? Forget that, staying alive comes first!
Everyone looked over...
Madara wore long black stockings, his long, snow-white legs wrapped in hazy, sheer black fabric. A corner of one stocking had been pulled down above his knee, exposing a broad swath of white skin that sent imaginations running wild and lent him a touch of erotic wildness.
A tight white shirt hugged Madara's shapely figure, his slightly bulging muscles seemingly about to burst through the fabric. Most lethal of all, the shirt was