"Shingetsu, Shingetsu, wake up!"
Back in reality, an enormous crowd had gathered around the unconscious Shingetsu.
At their head stood Madara Uchiha, his face ferocious, one eye purple and the other red. With his features twisted and twitching, he looked like an Asura Demon out of legend.
He held his unconscious little disciple tightly and shook her hard, but Shingetsu remained unresponsive. His expression grew more terrifying, his aura more oppressive.
If Shingetsu did not wake up soon, he might truly lose his mind. He probably even had enough motivation to destroy the world.
"Waaah, Shingetsu, how did something happen to you again?"
"Waaah, wake up! Don't scare Mommy and Daddy!"
Hōkaku wept buckets, his eyes swollen, clinging tightly to Tōka, who was crying just as hard beside him. Hashirama looked on the verge of tears too, rubbing his hands anxiously as he urged his brother to wake Shingetsu up.
"Tobirama, it's been so long! Why hasn't Shingetsu woken up yet?"
Tobirama was utterly helpless. He looked at Shingetsu, who was clearly sleeping soundly, then at the adults wailing around her, and snapped irritably:
"It hasn't even been two hours since she disappeared and we found her. What are you all so worked up about?"
"Shut up! This is all your fault!"
Izuna angrily drew his sword and pressed it against Tobirama Senju's neck. Glaring viciously at the wretched white-haired bastard, he threatened:
"White-haired Senju bastard, if anything happens to Shingetsu, you're going down with her!"
"She's just had too much of a fright..."
Tobirama rolled his eyes discreetly. Having exhausted every other method without waking the girl sleeping like a log, he simply clapped his hands hard beside Shingetsu's ear, producing a deafening noise.
The naturally sensitive Uchiha all flinched. Pair after pair of Sharingan glared at the white-haired