"Black Zetsu, are you deliberately getting back at me in the game?" Little Nine-Tails narrowed his eyes, radiating an extremely dangerous aura as he spoke in a chilling voice.
"Black Zetsu, did your last scheme against me fail, so now you're trying to scheme against me in the game?" Madara activated his Sharingan too, fixing Black Zetsu with a dangerous stare as he slowly asked...
"Um... Lord Madara... Lord Nine-Tails... um... could you please—"
"No!"
A little while later.
A half-dead Black Zetsu lay on the internet cafe's floor, tears of humiliation streaming down his face...
He took that little notebook out of his robes.
238. That bastard Nine-Tails and that damned Madara Uchiha beat me up over a mistake I made in one game. I won't forget this.
That evening, at Hashirama's house.
Dave arrived at Hashirama's house with Tsukimi, carrying Little Tsunade in his arms.
He pushed the door open and entered. Tobirama, Hashirama, and Mito were there, along with a married couple. The man was presumably his uncle's son, Mujian—his cousin. What puzzled Dave was that Izuna and Madara were also there, as was a bearded middle-aged man wearing a white bamboo hat.
"Oh, so this is your son, Senju Dave, Second Hokage? Come in, come in!" Seeing Dave standing there looking a little lost after entering, the man rose and greeted him rather warmly.
"Uh, thanks. Who are you, sir?" Dave hurriedly waved his hands and walked farther inside as he asked.
"Ah, I'm the Daimyo of the Land of Fire. But never mind that here. Just call me Uncle Nara, like Mujian does." The Daimyo smiled.
"Okay, Uncle Nara," Dave said with a nod.
Over to the side, Tsukimi, who was now holding Tsunade, handed her over to Mujian and his wife.
"Ah, Dave, sorry