However, this worry was quickly erased from Hashirama's heart.
He was already a dead man; the world of the living should be led by the people of this world.
He had completed his mission; no matter the regrets and remorse, they should all have been let go decades ago, and he should no longer be attached to the world of the living.
Fujima was also looking at his glowing body at this moment.
"Hmph, it seems the caster didn't fully complete this technique, using us and that little girl as test subjects for the Forbidden Technique? It's really an unpleasant feeling."
Unlike Hashirama, Fujima knew this wasn't due to the caster actively releasing the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu, but because the jutsu itself was inherently flawed.
Forbidden Techniques like these are not so easily mastered, especially those that reverse the boundaries of life and death.
He had only completed the most basic part back then, and there was still a long way to go to the real finished product.
However... Fujima glanced at the surrounding crowd, with his gaze flickering.
The matters of Konoha were of some concern to him.
Should he return once more?
As the developer of the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu, Fujima knew all its secrets, and to prevent situations like today, he had left a backup plan.
It was to avoid him, as the developer, becoming a tool in someone else's hands during battles.
Undoing this jutsu was effortless for him.
By unraveling the jutsu and then fixing his soul with Ninja Techniques, he could ensure he wouldn't be summoned back to the world of the dead.
Just as this thought crossed Fujima's mind, a voice reached his ear:
"Fujima, don't do anything unnecessary."
Fujima turned his head to see his brother Hashirama staring at him with a terrifying gaze, seemingly containing a warning.
He knew, of course, what kind of trap Fujima had left in the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu.
"Big brother..."
"We're dead men. Let's not cause trouble for the people of this world. Everything that could be done, we've done. If the village is destroyed, it only shows their own incompetence and can't blame others."
"But..."
"Fujima, are you not even going to listen to me?"
Hashirama continued to fix him with that icy stare, making Fujima subconsciously shudder.
He realized Hashirama was angry.
This was when Hashirama was most dangerous.
"I understand, don't make such a terrifying face all of a sudden..."
Fujima sighed, lowering his raised hands, watching the paper scraps fly away from his body, ultimately doing nothing.
The illusory light of his spiritual body drifted from the paper-scrap body, and Fujima looked at this strange yet familiar space-time with a complex gaze, flew towards the sky, and turned into blue smoke, disappearing.
"Sorry for causing trouble. Apologize to that little girl for us... Konoha..."
High in the sky, Hashirama's spiritual body sighed softly.
Let's hope they fare well.
As they had fulfilled the promises made in their time, if the descendants could not rise to the occasion, even if they help them this time, they would head toward destruction over other matters in the future.
Being dead, all they could do was silently offer blessings.
This wasn't the world they should dwell in.
Hashirama's spiritual body also ascended into the sky, becoming blue smoke and disappearing.
After the paper scraps scattered, two unfamiliar corpses lay on the ground, leaving many Ninja of the Land of Demons staring at each other in confusion.
Such Ninja Techniques, it was too bizarre.
But from what could be heard, it seems this Forbidden Technique had significant limitations.
"The Sannin are truly not to be underestimated... leave two behind to deal with the corpses, the rest, assist Ayane-sama in encircling Orochimaru. By the way, how's the net-building going?"
asked a Ninja of the Uzumaki Clan.
"It's already set up. Next, we just need to catch them like fish in a barrel. The three of them can't escape."
Ayane's role was a feigned attack, while the others were responsible for setting up the net.
Orochimaru had noticed this, thus fled without hesitation with the other two, not daring to linger.
Truly a cunning and sly snake.