Xuandou didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Why was this God of the Shinobi World acting like a child?
Tsunade pressed a hand to her forehead beside him and gave Xuandou a look.
You go ahead. I'll handle this.
Xuandou sighed helplessly and cupped his hands toward Hashirama.
"Lord Hashirama, I'll take my leave, then."
"Sorry for the trouble, but I'll leave Shiwa in your and Tsunade's care here in Konoha."
When Hashirama heard that Xuandou was willing to leave Shiwa behind, he immediately broke into a delighted smile again.
Holding Shiwa, he turned around, all the gloom swept from his face, his eyes full of affection and pride.
"Don't worry. Leave Shiwa to me."
Xuandou shook his head.
Flying Thunder God flashed.
His figure vanished from the office.
Tsunade stood where she was, watching her grandfather play with her son, a faint smile rising at the corners of her mouth.
She suddenly felt that perhaps Xuandou's decision had been right.
Letting her grandfather live this way allowed him to see the descendants of the Senju and Uchiha, to see the future of the shinobi world.
Back in the Hidden Xuan Village office.
When Mabui saw Xuandou return, she immediately approached with several documents in her arms.
Her dark business attire outlined her curvaceous figure.
Her expression was a little more grave than usual.
"Lord Xuandou."
She bowed slightly to Xuandou.
Xuandou walked behind his desk, sat down, and nodded.
"What happened in the Land of Lightning that made you use the Heavenly Transfer Technique to send an urgent message?"
Mabui opened the documents in her hands and showed them to Xuandou.
"That mysterious Akatsuki organization attacked Kumogakure's ninja army!"
"There were two attackers. According to the intelligence report, one used clay bombs and the other controlled puppets.