He had done nothing, yet children had been born somewhere without his knowledge.
This was bound to turn into some melodramatic mess, wasn't it? The children would grow up and run away from home to find their birth parents, endure countless hardships, and either die or finally find them for a tearful reunion?
Yanbai stared at Tobirama Senju's face, cracked by Impure World Reincarnation.
Hmm...
Even if I punched Tobirama Senju's head to pieces right now, Impure World Reincarnation would slowly restore it, wouldn't it?
Had Tobirama Senju been planning this all along?
Tobirama Senju had been waiting to die. Whenever Yanbai healed him, he looked so frustrated.
Who would want to suffer if they could feel a little better before dying?
Yet Tobirama Senju had always wanted to die. Eventually, after Yanbai had healed him too many times, he decided to kill himself while he could still move, and even had Orochimaru keep it a secret.
Tobirama Senju had held off on carrying out the artificial human project until after his death.
No, he had waited until both he and Madara were dead before daring to carry out the artificial human project.
Was he no longer afraid of dying because he was already dead?
Since he had no fear of death, Tobirama Senju feared neither Yanbai's "correction" nor his "fist of love." He was already dead, after all. As dead as anyone could possibly be...
What the actual fuck!
Although he found it utterly revolting, Yanbai still preferred to keep matters in his own hands.
Yanbai's gaze flickered, and he suddenly said, "Where are the children? Brother, you've already successfully combined my cellular genetic material, haven't you?"
It was a question, but his tone was certain.
Sure enough, Tobirama Senju's body stiffened even further.
He remained silent for a