"I don't care. I want great-grandsons," Kaguya said flatly.
On the other end of the phone, Asura was dumbstruck. Where was he supposed to find great-grandsons for his grandmother now? He didn't even know where his own great-grandsons were buried...
Asura stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the disconnected phone...
"Ancestor! I've got everything arranged!" A cheerful voice rang out just then, and Hashirama ran over excitedly.
Hashirama was also a member of the Aishen Travel Agency, but he hadn't performed as well as Asura, and his negative reviews had gradually outnumbered his positive ones. This time, he had been assigned to assist Asura.
"Hashirama, tell me something. The Senju Clan are my descendants, so does the Senju Clan... uh, no, do you count as my grandson?" Asura asked, looking at Hashirama in confusion.
"Huh? Ancestor, I feel that calling me your grandson is a little restrictive. If we really had to pick someone, I think my father would have more claim to being your grandson than I do," Hashirama said slowly after some thought.
"That does make some sense. Shall I go ask Butsuma, then?" Asura nodded thoughtfully at Hashirama's words.
Meanwhile, Indra and Tajima, who was wearing a hamburger costume, stared at each other.
The moment he received his grandmother's message, Indra had thought of his descendants, the Uchiha Clan. On second thought, the one from the oldest generation currently around could probably count as his great-grandson, right?
"You're my grandson now," Indra said flatly.
"What the hell??" Tajima asked, his eyes wide.
He was Uchiha Tajima, the leader of the Uchiha Clan during the Warring States Period! Counting up to the present, he was already over a hundred years old, and now his ancestor had shown up and declared him a grandson??
Come to think