Madara laughed.
He laughed right at Tobirama!
Still smiling, he jumped into a claw mark, then slipped smoothly out the other end.
Madara was unusually playful, though perhaps he was mostly mocking a certain someone.
He opened claw marks in ravines, on cliffs, in the research facility, and all sorts of other places, traveling back and forth through them at will.
"Haha! Tobirama, this Divine Art is so handy. It's made by mixing the iron in your blood with chakra. Want to know what it's called?"
"Divine Art: Claw Marks!"
"..."
Faced with Madara's smug expression, Tobirama chose to remain silent.
After seeing Madara's Divine Art and how lively he was,
Tetsuhiro could barely contain himself. He suggested, "Since you're all here, I might as well get the transplant too." His words stunned everyone.
"What?!"
"Big brother, no!"
"Yes, Your Majesty, please reconsider."
"This is too dangerous."
Everyone's expression changed dramatically, and they hurried to stop him.
"Don't you know how strong I am? There's no reason Madara could endure it but I couldn't."
"But, Second Grandpa, what if you..."
Madara teleported over and said impatiently, "You're all so long-winded. With me and all of you here, what danger could Hashirama possibly be in?"
"But..." He turned and studied Tetsuhiro. "That guy's still around. Are you sure you want to do it now?"
Tetsuhiro replied calmly, "I saw the future..."
Madara understood immediately. "Oh~ Then go ahead without worrying."
Then he turned to Tobirama. "Do you have any more of that stuff you injected me with?"
"No... Fine, there's one more syringe."
Tobirama had originally wanted to keep his older brother from taking the risk, but seeing his serious gaze, he finally changed his answer.
He had also picked up a few clues from their exchange, so he decided he