"Yeah, that was roughly what Madara told me."
Inside the Sealing Space, Hashirama selectively left out a lengthy stretch of his "heated questioning (flirting)" with Madara, distilled some useful information from it, and relayed it to Tobirama, who stood before him with his arms crossed.
Tobirama stared at Hashirama with a (个_个) expression, neither nodding nor speaking.
"Hahaha, what's wrong, Tobirama?"
Hashirama's expression remained unchanged. He laughed a couple of times, looked Tobirama squarely in the eye, and asked as though concerned.
Nearby, Kushina and her son Naruto hid in a corner, sneaking looks at Hashirama and Tobirama's exchange.
"Teacher left out loads of his flirting with Uncle Madara."
Naruto pointed it out directly.
"Huh? Naruto, watch what you say. How was that flirting? That was rekindling bonds."
Kushina actually thought it looked a lot like flirting too, but putting it that way somehow felt as though it would affect Grandma Mito's reputation.
So, on this point, she decided to correct her son.
"What about the part where you flirted with that guy? I want the whole process."
At last, Tobirama spoke.
In the corner, Naruto wore an "I told you so" expression, while the corner of Kushina's mouth twitched.
Seriously, why did that roll off Grandpa Tobirama's tongue so easily?!
"Ahem, Tobirama, watch your wording."
Hashirama coughed twice and gave Tobirama a meaningful look as he spoke.
Yes, there were still people watching nearby.
Tobirama shrugged helplessly, then took out a device.
"What are you doing?"
"Checking the history."
"What's that?"
"It lets me review what the screen recorded over a period of time. Think of it as an automatic recorder."
"Oh, an automatic recorder... an automatic recorder?!"
Hashirama instantly lost his composure. His eyes widened as he stared at the mooncake-sized device in Tobirama's palm.
In that instant,