In the kitchen, Tobirama and Izuna cooked while cursing up a storm. Their squabbles were over the pettiest things, yet they kept trading accusations.
"Damn white-hair, your oil splashed onto my Sakura Mochi!"
Izuna angrily shielded the dessert in his hands, keeping Tobirama's filthy mess off it.
Tobirama, who was frying fish, exploded at those words and snapped:
"What's the big deal? Uchiha Izuna, give me back my seasonings first!"
As the two great minds of the Uchiha and Senju clans, they were normally brilliant men. Now, however, they were bickering like children in the kitchen.
Seasonings scattered across the floor, and the fish nearly burned in the pan. What should have been a pleasing display of cooking descended into chaos, almost escalating into armed combat.
By the end of their argument, both were so angry that their Sharingan appeared. Their gazes clashed in midair, practically sizzling and giving off smoke.
The sight of Tobirama's newly acquired Sharingan enraged Izuna even further. He grabbed the kitchen scraps beside him and hurled them straight at the damn white-hair's head.
"Tobirama Senju, you're despicable! You even stole our clan's Sharingan!"
"Stole? Uchiha Izuna, get your facts straight."
Refusing to back down, Tobirama sneered and shot back:
"Your brother's precious student gave these to me for free!"
There was no denying it: Tobirama knew exactly how to hit Izuna where it hurt.
In an instant, Izuna charged forward in fury, aiming the knife in his hand at Tobirama's vital points.
Tobirama hastily dodged. With the Sharingan's exceptional ability to track movement, he deftly evaded the attack and quickly grabbed a kitchen knife to strike back.
Both moved with astonishing agility. In a single exchange, blades flashed across the cramped kitchen, seasoning bottles toppled, and pots and pans went flying.
Just then, the God