"You want to show this crap to everyone?"
Madara Uchiha, who had suffered a hundred and twenty thousand points of psychological damage from the melodramatic plot, flew into a humiliated rage. His Sharingan glowed so red they seemed ready to drip blood, and his hands clamped like iron pincers around the throat of the culprit, Tobirama Senju. He forced an icy threat through his teeth.
"I'll kill you!!!"
Hashirama, who had already thrown up once, stood pale-faced as he watched Madara nearly strangle Tobirama to death. For the first time, he did not immediately rush to his brother's rescue. Instead, he stood behind Madara and protested loudly:
"Tobirama, y-you really can't do this!"
The slightest recollection of the way "Hashirama" and "Madara" had tugged at each other onstage, exchanged tender looks, and chased each other around made the real Hashirama's face turn deathly pale. Nausea surged through his stomach again, and he nearly opened his mouth and vomited.
If this play actually went on and everyone in Konoha saw it once, or even several times-Sage of Six Paths, how would they ever show their faces again?
"I-I'll change it..."
With Madara on the verge of snapping his neck, Tobirama's eyes rolled back as he struggled to squeeze those few words out of his nearly crushed throat. Beside them, Shingetsu laughed so hard she nearly stopped breathing, tears welling in her eyes.
She had to admit that the play's director and scriptwriter was quite a talent. Not making prime-time soap operas was a terrible waste of his gifts!
And so, under Madara and Hashirama's vehement protests and threats of violence, Tobirama and his amateur troupe had no choice but to give the play a major overhaul.
Most importantly, they drastically reduced the amount of plot. Almost all the sentimental scenes were