Might Wei, Muscle Golden Wheel

"Uh, Sasuke Sarutobi??" Tobirama asked, utterly bewildered as he watched the man storm over.

"Tobirama Senju?" Sasuke Sarutobi had come to see which bastard had done something so utterly despicable, only to find Tobirama Senju there.

"You're Speed of the Shinobi World?" Sasuke Sarutobi asked, his gaze turning icy as he looked at the Penguin account on Tobirama's computer.

"Uh... no, I'm not. You didn't—you saw wrong. Anyway, right, Dave hasn't eaten tonight. I'm going home to cook him something. Well, I'll be off." After that awkward explanation, Tobirama fled with Flying Thunder God.

It wasn't that he couldn't beat Sasuke Sarutobi. The problem was that Sasuke Sarutobi was his elder, over twenty years older than him. Even his big brother always treated Sasuke Sarutobi with respect, let alone him.

He had seen someone on the forum growing sweet potatoes. Sweet potatoes were worth a fortune, so he had decided to steal from the perverted creep whose username was I Love Girl Groups, Little Help. Who the hell could have known that was Sasuke Sarutobi? Who would pick such a perverted name?

"Tobirama Senju!!" Sasuke Sarutobi roared furiously and chased after him.

Over with Madara

"Heh. That White-Hair—I knew he'd land himself in trouble sooner or later," Madara sneered. Stealing crops? Someone would twist his head right off!

Then Madara opened his own profile and browsed his posts. He opened a selfie that seemed to have been taken there two days earlier.

[Madara Uchiha, photo, internet cafe, midnight] The title was as plain and unadorned as ever. Inside was a profile shot of Madara resting his chin on one hand.

Wei, full of youthful passion: Lord Madara is as youthful as ever! All right! I'll take a photo too!

Looking at the comment left by this bizarre beast, Madara clicked