Back home at last, Madara Uchiha finally sat down on his own sofa. The thought of having to go through that idiotic Sharingan verification process every time he came home put him in a foul mood.
"Oh, Older Brother, you're back! I had a look around, and this place is really nice. It looks much more comfortable than our single-story house in Konoha. The television, sofa, beds, and everything else are all new, too. If you don't like them, I can go shopping and buy some replacements," Izuna said with a smile, wearing a pink apron and holding a spatula.
"Yeah, no need to replace anything. Everything here is fine, except for that damned Sharingan verification process!" A vein bulged on Madara's forehead.
"Okay, Older Brother. Just wait a bit. I'll make you something to eat." Izuna smiled helplessly and went back to the kitchen with his spatula.
Still fuming, Madara called Hashirama.
"Hey, Hashirama, have you checked out your new place?" Madara asked once the call connected.
"Yeah, it's pretty nice. It's just that the whole entry verification process is such a hassle," Hashirama replied, sounding rather helpless.
"Huh? What sort of access control did the Senju Clan's Clan Leader set up?" Madara asked in surprise. Did the Senju Clan even have any obvious distinguishing features? Why would they need access control?
Madara had thought only Kagami Uchiha could do something this stupid. He hadn't expected the same thing over at Hashirama's Senju Clan.
"Ugh, don't get me started. Daiyue is the Senju Clan's Clan Leader now. He was busy at the time, so he left a little thing like this to Nawaki, and the result was..."
Just as Hashirama finished speaking, Madara's phone received a message from him containing a video.
Puzzled, Madara opened the video. Seeing the