Inside the warmly colored dango shop, Tobirama swirled the juice in his stemmed glass with his left hand, sitting cross-legged on the sofa as he watched the constantly flickering images.
Searching for other channels by constantly adjusting the frequency was an enormous task, but Tobirama declared that he had plenty of energy and methods to spare.
With his and his elder brother's channel frequencies as a foundation, the basic template was already good to go.
Still, Tobirama was looking forward to seeing who would be next.
Going by the current pattern, he was the Second Hokage, and his elder brother was the First Hokage, so shouldn't the third be Sarutobi?
But Sarutobi wasn't dead yet, while the Fourth was inside the Shinigami's stomach.
Could it be a Kage from another Shinobi Village?
Hmm, just a bunch of worthless weaklings. Nothing to fear.
The leather sofa beneath Tobirama squeaked as he shifted his backside, while the images on the blue screen kept changing, though not a single one was clear.
He gently bit into a dango, and sweetness blossomed on his tongue.
Oh? Taro flavored? Pretty good.
And what was Sasuke doing at that moment?
Halfway through his walk with Karin, Sasuke's leg cramped.
Yes, that was perfectly normal. Although he had taken a bite out of Naruto, the lactic acid produced by that brief burst of intense anaerobic respiration had accumulated in Sasuke's legs.
So, when he accidentally exerted himself while walking, a pulling sensation suddenly became as unstoppable as that thing coming, rushing through and snapping that nerve.
Sasuke had also been very relaxed, so the sudden tearing sensation caught him completely off guard.
And so, a heart-wrenching howl escaped Sasuke's throat.
But was Sasuke the sort of person who would let anyone other than Blondie see him howl?