The image gradually cleared, and a back that looked familiar no matter how you looked at it appeared on the screen.
He did not seem to have noticed the change in the screen.
Izuna: Isn't that obvious? For the past few months, the screen has been stuttering like it smoked Liqun cigarettes. I've long since gotten used to its crappy noises.
This was...
Tobirama's pupils froze, his gaze fixed on the figure's back on the screen.
As though years had passed in a single glance, Tobirama stared for a long time, so long that he did not even notice the dango in his hand fall to the ground.
"Izu...na!"
Tobirama's lips trembled slightly before he uttered the name.
Perhaps it was a resonance between sworn enemies. Even though his voice was very quiet, Izuna turned his head at that moment and met Tobirama's eyes through the screen.
"A fleeting dream lasts too long~"
"When the past resurfaces, it suddenly feels like a dream!"
A song inexplicably came from the screen, ringing clearly in both their ears.
In that second of eye contact, both thought of many things, but in the very next second-
[Moonbinding!]
Izuna's eyes instantly took on their Mangekyō form, and his unique genjutsu activated at once, flying straight toward the white-haired man before him.
As if in unspoken agreement, Tobirama closed his eyes, thrusting the sword in his hand-the Izuna blood-sacrifice edition-straight at Izuna.
However, with the screen between them, neither attack hit the other.
"So you really have returned to the world of the living too."
Izuna folded his arms and looked impassively at Tobirama opposite him.
"Heh, I certainly didn't expect even you to be able to return."
A contemptuous chuckle escaped Tobirama's throat. He likewise folded his arms, facing off against Izuna.
"Hashirama's living