After receiving the news, an enraged Shingetsu charged straight toward Tobirama Senju's location. Sure enough, when she burst into the theater, a "Shingetsu" who looked exactly like her was onstage, twisting her body theatrically and delivering her lines.
Shingetsu froze. When she came to her senses, she immediately revealed her beautiful Sharingan. The instant she saw through the death lines, the fake "Shingetsu's" Transformation Technique failed, revealing a bearded brute nearly two meters tall. He stared at her in mortification, and she stared right back.
For a moment, the scene was painfully awkward.
"Y-you found some foot-picking brute to play me?"
Shingetsu's eyes widened in disbelief as she turned toward Tobirama Senju, who stood off to the side.
Even Tobirama, who normally never let his emotions show, found Shingetsu's blatant, accusing stare a little unbearable. He turned his head away to avoid her reproachful gaze.
"Ahem. We didn't have a choice. We're short on people. But don't worry. With the Transformation Technique, no one can tell what he really looks like."
How could Shingetsu possibly accept that? Inwardly, she cursed Tobirama for being such a shameless bastard, while outwardly, she cried and made a fuss, adamantly opposing any further rehearsals of this lousy play.
If this thing actually aired, how would she ever show her face again?
"No, absolutely not! You're destroying Konoha's entertainment industry! Hurry up and throw this garbage play in the trash!"
"Objection overruled."
Having already collected the advertising fees, how could Tobirama possibly stop so easily? All the major advertisers had tasted success and were practically throwing money at him. If they hadn't been pressing him to hurry, he wouldn't have hastily recruited a foot-picking brute like this as the lead.
Still, seeing Shingetsu fuming, Tobirama knew he had gone too far. He crouched down, took