It was the first time Tobirama Senju had seen his older brother, Hashirama Senju, so weak.
Tobirama Senju knew that fighting Madara Uchiha had drained far too much of Hashirama Senju's life force.
Tobirama Senju desperately wanted to storm into the Mausoleum and fight Madara Uchiha without a care for the consequences, but he could not.
The "resurrection" Madara Uchiha had mentioned had successfully made Tobirama Senju hold back his anger.
Rain had poured down yesterday, and Hashirama Senju had deliberately gone far away from Konoha Shinobi Village. No one knew what had happened.
Several days later.
The first thing he heard was a rustling sound.
Hashirama Senju felt as though his entire body was wrapped in something very soft.
Warm and comfortable...
The pungent smell of medicine lingered in his nose.
Everything beneath his eyelids was hazy, but he could sense light.
A nauseating bitterness remained in his mouth.
Hashirama Senju felt his consciousness clear, as though it had finally pulled free of a swamp.
He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy. He stirred them slightly, and only after a long while did he manage to open them.
When he opened his eyes, what greeted him was... a clone of the Katsuyu Sage, enveloping his entire body and continuously healing him.
Mito came into view. Dressed in white, she looked down at Hashirama with tear-filled eyes.
Mito's gorgeous, intensely crimson hair looked just as it always had.
Hashirama Senju silently admired the beauty of her hair, gazing at her for a long while through his hazy awareness.
Unable to bear it, Mito closed her eyes, her lashes trembling. Soon, with tears still in her eyes, she forced a smile. "Welcome back, Hashirama."
After a long while, Hashirama Senju managed a strained smile and said, "Oh,