Nami stood beside him, explaining each item in turn.
Hashirama watched the scene.
This boy...
He wasn't just powerful.
After the last document was signed, Nami put the papers away.
"Get some rest and recover."
Nami turned to leave, then stopped at the door.
"Oh, right. Nine tomorrow morning, in the Jonin Meeting Room. We need to discuss Sunagakure's reparations."
Genya's mouth twitched.
"Can I even go like this?"
Nami glanced back at him.
"Didn't you say you were all better?"
The door closed.
Genya lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
Beside him, Hashirama shook with laughter.
"Hahahaha! Genya, oh, Genya! Never thought I'd see you get your comeuppance!"
Genya couldn't be bothered to respond.
That evening, Chinatsu did indeed sneak in.
She gently massaged Genya, and before long, he fell asleep beneath her hands.
Chinatsu watched his peaceful sleeping face, kissed his cheek, then ran off blushing.
Hashirama pretended to sleep the whole time, but couldn't keep the corners of his mouth from rising.
Ah, to be young.
The next day.
Nine in the morning. The Jonin Meeting Room.
The doors swung open.
Two figures walked in, one after the other.
The room fell silent at once.
Everyone turned in unison to look at the two arrivals.
Genya Uchiha and Hashirama Senju.
Both looked bright and energetic, their steps steady. Nothing about them suggested they had been lying in hospital beds covered in bandages just yesterday.
Genya had even changed into a new outfit.
Hashirama wore the casual clothes Genya had hastily found for him. They didn't fit very well, but his presence was commanding.
Of course, that was only how things looked.
In reality, Hashirama was muttering under his breath.
"These clothes are a little tight..."
"Bear with it. I'll have some made for