"My opinion, naturally, is also to agree!"
Hashirama nodded slightly and reined in his imposing presence. As everyone watched, dumbfounded, he smiled gently at Tsunade, then took a seat at the corner of the long table.
The heads of several minor and medium shinobi clans originally seated there flushed crimson, too excited to speak.
"Grandpa, what are you doing?"
"If you already agreed, why did you have to come and scare us like that?"
"Aren't you just putting us through the wringer?"
Leaning against the wall, Tsunade found it hard to describe how she felt. Tension, exhilaration, relief, and other emotions churned within her, but relief clearly outweighed the rest.
Since becoming Hokage, she had rarely been frightened by anyone.
But this time...
For the friendly, broad-minded Hashirama to suddenly pull something like this had truly frightened her!
She had genuinely thought Hashirama had objections!
"Hahaha! Since Konoha is already about to take its final bow, can't I vent a little?"
Hashirama grumbled, propping his chin on his hands as he turned toward the meeting room door.
"Madara, stop standing outside. I've already noticed you. Come in!"
"Hashirama, no one will think you're mute if you keep your mouth shut!"
"Or do you want to dance too?"
A forceful, resonant voice came from outside, its pressure chilling everyone as a figure pushed the door open and entered.
Long hair covered his right eye, and he wore red armor from the Warring States period.
His features bore the arrogance of a man who had swept across the world, as though nothing in existence could command his attention!
This man was none other than Madara Uchiha!
"M-Ma... Madara Uchiha!"
Hiashi suddenly cried out in astonishment, and most of the others erupted in an uproar as well.
A man's reputation followed him like