The battle continued, and our Lord First Hokage finally reached the edge of the battlefield after crossing mountains and ridges.
At the edge, he encountered members of Root and the ANBU. They were responsible for maintaining order here and preventing White Zetsu from escaping and endangering Konoha.
"Stop!"
Seeing Hashirama wearing a wooden mask, a white lab coat, and extremely tight pants, looking decidedly suspicious, an ANBU member threw a kunai without hesitation and stopped him.
The three personnel responsible for the perimeter immediately rushed over, holding weapons such as kunai and swords as they watched the approaching Hashirama warily.
Hashirama stopped. From his current position, he could already see the enormous purple Susanoo flying through the sky, generating electricity with a series of beeps.
Looking at the people standing ready before him, Hashirama felt both gratified and troubled.
Explaining things had never been easy for Hashirama.
If he had been good with words, Madara would never have left back then.
(Izuna: I think you're pretty good with your mouth. (￣.￣))
"Stand down. Let him in."
At that moment, a Root shinobi recognized the clothes Hashirama was wearing. Combined with the mask on his face, they gave him a rough idea of Hashirama's identity.
He nodded respectfully to Hashirama, then let him enter the battlefield.
Listening to the Root member's explanation to the ANBU behind him, Hashirama was just about to sigh with feeling when his eyes suddenly widened like Kurama's when someone grabbed him by the neck, almost bulging out of their sockets.
Reflected in his wide eyes, dense black clouds gathered in the sky. The flying Susanoo drew its bow and nocked an arrow, terrifying lightning forming into Indra's Arrow before it came crashing down.
And the arrow was aimed straight at that familiar wooden fox.
∑(;°Д°)
*Wait,