That day, Hashirama, who cut off a piece of his flesh for Madara, did not end up in the hospital. Neither did Madara, who stitched Hashirama's flesh onto himself. Instead, little Tsunade, who had not suffered a scratch, was frightened straight into the hospital by the two of them.
There was really no blaming Tsunade for being timid. She had watched her grandfather cut flesh and draw blood from himself right in front of her, then give them to another man. Madara had then sliced open his own chest and sewn that lump of flesh onto it. As childhood trauma went, this was truly without precedent and unlikely ever to be surpassed.
After witnessing the entire bloody process, Tsunade, a fearless little Brat, actually developed hemophobia from sheer fright. Under Madara and Hashirama's bewildered gazes, she toppled over stiffly.
"Little Tsunade!"
Hashirama cried out anxiously. Without even taking the time to put his shirt back on, he frantically scooped up the unconscious Tsunade to rush his eldest granddaughter to the hospital.
Along the way, the clueless onlookers saw his bare torso, his rapidly healing wound, and the unconscious little Tsunade. They were scared out of their wits, thinking someone had attacked them.
Not long afterward, Tobirama received the news and hurried to the hospital. One look at little Tsunade on an IV drip in the ward, followed by the sight of Madara and Hashirama waiting outside, instantly lit his fuse. He completely exploded.
"What the hell have you two idiots done this time? How did Tsunade get frightened like this?"
"I'm sorry..."
Hashirama hung his head dejectedly, his face filled with unbearable guilt. Faced with his furious younger brother, he did not dare talk back and obediently knelt on the floor to take his scolding.
Although Madara also felt terribly