Madara soon returned. When Dave saw the blood on his hands that he had yet to wipe clean... he swallowed hard...
Kagami, may there be no Madara Uchiha in heaven...
"Madara's back! Come on, log in, log in! I've been practicing Madara Uchiha and Senju Dave like crazy these past few days! My Madara Uchiha is already ranked number one in the village!" Hashirama's eyes lit up at Madara's return, and he spoke with delight.
"Heh, you can play Madara Uchiha, but seal away that Senju Dave of yours," Madara said with a sneer.
A couple of days ago, he had played with Hashirama for an entire afternoon... Hashirama Senju's Senju Dave was truly the terror of Shinobi Canyon... He fed horrendously every single match, and no matter how hard Madara Uchiha carried, he could never win...
"Ah... hahaha... all right, all right." Hashirama laughed awkwardly...
The three men, one oddity, and one fox played all night... At eight the next morning...
"Dave, Dave, wake up." Knowing that Dave had spent the night gaming at the internet cafe, Tsukimi had brought him some food that morning.
Tsukimi saw Dave asleep in his chair and gently patted his face, calling to him softly.
Beside him, Madara Uchiha, who had stayed up all night, opened his Sharingan, glanced at Dave, and went back to his game.
"Ah! No! No! Fuck you, Black Zetsu! Stay away from my wife!" Dave had been sleeping soundly when his face suddenly turned deathly pale. Then he shot upright, shouting in alarm.
Everyone around him turned to look at Dave... He froze for a moment... Slowly coming to his senses, he looked at Black Zetsu, who was still dueling Little Nine-Tails, and slapped his pitch-black forehead...
Black Zetsu turned to stare at Dave in utter bewilderment...
"What