Hashirama smiled.
I mean that drive.
"Nobody will submit to anyone else."
"They clearly care about each other, but they still insist on arguing."
Ban remained silent for a moment, offering no rebuttal.
Looking at Sasuke's cold, hard face, the anger he felt towards the Uchiha Clan Massacre surged again.
Only one child remains.
Konoha actually managed to drive the Uchiha down to just this one child.
Hashirama noticed his change in mood and gently patted his shoulder.
"Finish the boss's task first."
"We'll settle the score later."
Ban closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, his tone indifferent.
"I haven't forgotten."
After the small boat docked, the group officially entered the Land of Waves.
The forest path was damp and narrow, with dense trees on both sides, and the fog was thicker than before.
Kakashi walked in front, with Tazuna protected in the middle, and the three members of Team 7 scattered around him.
Hashirama and Madara lagged behind the group.
He looks lazy.
In fact, the two sensed the Chakra fluctuations in front of them almost simultaneously.
The strength is not low.
Jonin level.
Hashirama glanced at Madara.
Madara also looked at him.
The two understood each other without saying a word.
They didn't make a move.
Let's take a look first.
Hashirama stroked his Hashirama and whispered, "That's perfect."
"Let Naruto and Sasuke train a bit."
Madara said calmly, "Just don't die."
Hashirama laughed, "With us here, you won't die."
After saying that, he suddenly pulled two cans of beer out of his sleeve.
Ban glanced at him.
When did you take it?
Hashirama opened a can and said in a low voice, "Just grabbing this before I head out."
Ban paused for a moment, then took out a jar from his pocket.
Hashirama was stunned.
"You took it too?"
The blemishes do not change color.
"I'm afraid you won't get enough."
The two exchanged a glance and touched each other in unison.
Click.
The can made a soft rattling sound.
Hashirama took a sip and felt much better.
"A small drink at a time like this is really nice."
Ban also took a sip, his tone calm.
"Not as good as vodka."
Zhang Yu, who was in the tavern, happened to switch to the viewing screen and saw this scene, and he was completely shocked.
I knew it!
"I knew you two would try to steal some drinks!"
He stared at the two Shinobi World in the screen, each with a can of beer, his teeth itching with rage.
"Bringing alcohol on a mission?"
"Are you going to recruit, or are you going on a picnic?"
Zhang Yu sat behind the bar, his head aching more and more with each thought.
These two are too difficult to guard against.
Locking the wine cellar didn't work.
Hashirama can use Wood Release locks.
Replace complicated door locks?
Madara can observe structures using his Sharingan.
Need to change the freezer door lock?
They can also use Transformation Technique to fool others, and even break through Ninjutsu.
If all else fails, Tobirama had previously carved the Flying Thunder God Formula on the back of the vodka shelf.
Zhang Yu became increasingly silent as he thought about it.
"This tavern tries to protect itself from thieves, but in the end, it's its own employees who are the ones it's guarding against."
"Outrageous."
The fog grew thicker and thicker along the forest path.
Kakashi suddenly raised his hand.
"Stop."
Naruto immediately tensed up.
"What's wrong?"
Sasuke also gripped the Kunai.
Sakura stood protectively by Tazuna's side.
The next instant, a piercing sound of wind cutting through the air filled the air.
A colossal Kubikiribōchō emerged rapidly from the thick fog, spinning and sweeping across the area with terrifying power.
The target is Tazuna!
Kakashi's expression changed, and he roared, "Get down!"
Everyone reacted very quickly.
Naruto, Sakura, Sasuke bent down at the same time.
Tazuna was tackled to the ground by Kakashi.
The Kubikiribōchō flew almost past everyone's heads, slicing through several tree branches, and continued charging towards the back of the group.
Hashirama and Madara were standing there.
Hashirama was still holding a beer in his hand.
He looked up at the flying sword, his face showing no sign of panic.
They even seemed a little disgusted.
"That knife is quite big."
Ban crossed his arms, too lazy to even move.
"Quarrel."
The Kubikiribōchō, with its terrifying spinning force, slammed into his face.
A hand reached out from Hashirama.
Smack
A gentle clench of the five fingers.
The Ninja Blade, powerful enough to slice a tree in half, rested steadily in his palm.
There was no popping sound.
There was no retreat.
Hashirama didn't even crack the soil beneath his feet.
The broadsword trembled violently twice before he casually pressed it down.
Kakashi's eyelids twitched at the sight.
Naruto lay on the ground, his mouth agape.
"Catch it? You caught it?"
Sakura's face turned pale.
"That speed, barehanded?"
Sasuke stared intently at Hashirama's hand, his throat bobbing.
The gap is too big.
They could only scramble to avoid it.
But the man stood still and grabbed it with one hand.
On the tree, Zabuza Momochi's pupils suddenly contracted.
He was originally planning to make a dashing entrance.
First, use the Kubikiribōchō to suppress the opponent, then combine it with the Hidden Mist Technique to create fear.
But what he saw before him completely shattered his plans.
Catching Kubikiribōchō with bare hands?
And it was that easy?
Zabuza's heart sank.
The intelligence is incorrect.
This team definitely Kakashi Hatake as a Jonin.
That tall man was at least an elite Jonin.
The long-haired man next to him is more dangerous.
And Kakashi too.
Three Jonin?
No.
Maybe more.
Zabuza instantly suspected that his mission had been exposed.
Hashirama looked down at the Kubikiribōchō in his Hashirama and weighed it in his hand.
"It's quite heavy."
He looked at Ban.
Do you want to take a look?
Ban glanced at it.
"Broken knife."
Hashirama nodded.
"Too."
He twirled the knife in his hand once, then quickly lost interest.
Give it back to him.
After saying that, Hashirama casually threw the Kubikiribōchō back in the direction it came from.
He had deliberately held back his strength.
I really didn't intend to kill anyone.
However, his "restraint" was still terrifyingly exaggerated in the eyes of a normal ninja.
The Kubikiribōchō instantly transformed into a black shadow, flying back with a muffled explosion.
Zabuza's expression changed drastically. He immediately jumped down from the tree, gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, unleashed Chakra full chakra, and barely managed to catch it, but was sent flying backward by the immense force.
At a distance of over thirty meters, he didn't even have a chance to adjust his posture.
boom!
He slammed his back hard against a big tree.
The thick tree trunk trembled violently, and leaves rustled down.
Zabuza a sweet taste in his throat and almost spat out blood on the spot.
He landed on his feet, the Kubikiribōchō embedded in the soil, barely managing to steady himself.
My hand holding the knife was still numb.
His shoulders, chest, and back all felt as if they had been crushed by a giant rock.
Zabuza looked down at his palm.
The tiger's mouth was split open.
Blood dripped down the hilt of the knife.
His face was extremely grim.
He Zabuza Momochi, Demon of the Hidden Mist from Kirigakure, and one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.
This trip to the Land of Waves was originally intended to give them a firm grip on the situation.
First, use the Kubikiribōchō to intimidate Team 7, then use the Hidden Mist Technique to hold off Kakashi, and finally seize the opportunity to kill Tazuna.
Under normal circumstances, he and Kakashi are evenly matched.
Those few recent graduates, once pressed down by the murderous aura, might not even be able to stand still.
At that time, the entire battlefield will have to follow his rhythm.
But what about now?
The knife had barely flown out when it was caught by a single hand.
He personally retrieved the Kubikiribōchō, only to be thrown more than thirty meters away by the opponent.
What's the point of fighting?
This is completely different from the plan!