When Takahashi Yū saw Yashiro's face turn red, he flipped backward, giving up his seat.
For a moment, he almost failed to hold it in and let out a quiet laugh.
Yashiro had even scorned Fugaku for being weak, yet he was hardly any tougher himself.
Madara bent down and sat, folded his arms across his chest, and leaned back, ignoring the Konoha ninja packed around him.
Beside him, Hashirama shamelessly looked at Shunji, who was still picking at his mouth next to Madara, and gave an awkward laugh.
I want to sit beside my best buddy. Young man, you get it, don't you?
Looking at the goofy First before him, Shunji helplessly stood and moved back a row.
If I hadn't left one Mangekyo in the laboratory and had both eyes, a mere Dōjutsu from Fugaku would never have been this troublesome!
Tsunade and Nawaki were excited on the other side-that was their eldest grandfather-but Tobirama held them back. Catching up could wait; they should not waste time.
"Ahem!"
Alone on the platform, Takahashi Yū tested the microphone's volume.
"Good. While I'm explaining, I want none of you to interrupt or question me."
"No matter how fantastical or absurd it sounds, hear me out first!"
Takahashi Yū addressed the crowd below seriously, then slapped his forehead, changed his tone, and spoke to Orochimaru and Jiraiya.
"Right, summon those two old things from Ryūchi Cave and Mount Myōboku. They're living beings of the Shinobi World. They have a right to know."
"This is also our showdown with them! If they dare oppose us humans, we'll obliterate their so-called 'holy lands.'"
Orochimaru nodded and bit his finger, but Jiraiya looked troubled. Summon the Toad Sage?
Leaving aside whether the Toad Sage would agree, did he have enough chakra to summon such