Madara hovered above the vast Imperial Capital with Hashirama in his grasp. "Madara, what's the plan?"
"Obviously, we make the rotten heart of this Empire feel pain. Get to work, Hashirama!" Madara silently surveyed the magnificent palace below and spoke coldly.
"Huh? We're starting right away? No speech first?" Hashirama froze, looking at Madara in confusion.
"Did you have something to say?" Madara glanced at Hashirama, whom he was holding aloft.
"No. I'm not as good at speeches as you. Don't you usually say a few words before fighting?"
"Nonsense. This isn't the Shinobi World. What would I say?" With that, Madara impatiently let go of Hashirama.
"Hey! Madara, you could kill someone doing that!" Hashirama shouted as he plummeted from the sky.
"Who's there?" Hearing the voice, the palace guards looked up and saw a long-haired man in gray armor hurtling down from above.
"Honestly..." Hashirama sighed softly and brought his hands together. "Wood Release: Wood Golem Technique!" Thick branches instantly twisted together in the middle of the palace square, rapidly forming an enormous wooden golem. It gently caught the falling Hashirama in its palm.
"What is that monster? Hurry, we're under attack!" The palace guards cried out in terror at the enormous wooden monster that had suddenly appeared.
"All soldiers, open fire!"
Rat-tat-tat! Countless streams of yellow gunfire shot toward the enormous wooden golem.
The golem hurriedly raised its other hand to shield Hashirama. Bullets struck its body, sending wood chips flying.
"Banshō Ten'in!" An immense suction pulled the soldiers firing wildly in the square into the air. Even the paving stones were torn from the ground, all converging on a black hole high overhead.
"What is this now? Somebody save me!" The soldiers lost control of their bodies and screamed in panic. They watched despairingly as they