Tobirama Senju immediately unfolded the letter and took a close look:
"I haven't accomplished my goal yet. Perhaps the timing isn't right, either.
The Uchiha Clan has treated me very well, so I can't simply leave without saying goodbye. If you don't mind, big brother, play the villain for me this once, and give Madara a gift as an apology while you're at it."
As soon as Tobirama Senju read the last line, the letter seemed to trigger some mechanism. Its top layer spontaneously ignited and soon burned to ashes, revealing another letter underneath.
"The hem won't cling to your legs, a skirt won't squeeze your crotch, it flatters your figure and conceals flaws in your legs. Men's legs are covered in hair; from afar, they look like yams..."
Tobirama Senju: "..."
Looking at this utterly baffling second letter, Tobirama Senju spaced out for an instant. He saw a pair of hands reach around from behind and hug him tightly.
The masculine presence enveloping him made Tobirama Senju understand.
Yanbai had set him up!
At that moment, Tobirama Senju understood what Yanbai had meant by "if you don't mind, big brother, play the villain for me this once."
Tobirama Senju couldn't speak. He knew his voice was different from Yanbai's, and he wasn't sure whether his voice-changing technique would be flawless.
The more he said, the more mistakes he could make. Better to say nothing.
But Tobirama Senju understood what Yanbai wanted him to do.
Precisely because of that, Tobirama Senju was already inwardly cursing his utterly vile, outrageously manipulative little sister Yanbai to high heaven.
Then the person behind him panted heavily and said in broken gasps, "Yanbai, please, don't die..."
Tobirama Senju: "..."
Tobirama Senju really wanted to reassure the guy behind him. A scourge like Yanbai would