At that moment, everyone could sense something off about Uchiha Madara, and Itou Hirofumi had a sneaking suspicion about that sealed scroll.
Tobirama Senju, meanwhile, stared at the scroll with a deeply puzzled look.
What the heck was in there?!
Something that could make Uchiha Madara this flustered?!
Could it be some secret about the world?
Or maybe… a secret about Itou Hirofumi himself…
With that thought, Tobirama took a few steps forward, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Hmph! Madara!!! This is the first time I've seen you this rattled! What's in that scroll? Something shady, huh?! Don't tell me the evil Uchiha's cooking up another evil plan?!"
The beating he'd taken earlier? Tobirama had already forgotten about it. After all, his big brother was here now—did he really think he was scared of this evil Uchiha?!
You might've bullied me when my brother wasn't around, Madara, but now that he's here, you think you can still push me around?! What's the point of my brother being here then?!
"Tobirama Senju!!! You itching for another beating, huh?!" Madara growled, clutching the sealed scroll in one hand while glaring daggers at Tobirama.
"Heh! Madara! My big brother's here, my sister-in-law's here, and even the Fourth Hokage's here! We've got the numbers advantage—do you really think you can still take me?!" Tobirama taunted.
Madara was so pissed he actually laughed. This damn Tobirama—did he really think numbers made a difference against him?!
Did he think the Rinnegan was just for show?!
Back when Madara didn't have the Rinnegan, sure, he wouldn't have stood a chance against this group. Even Hashirama alone could've beaten him. But now, with the Rinnegan? He wasn't afraid of Hashirama, let alone the rest of them combined!
But just then…
Hashirama, who'd been laser-focused on the scroll, suddenly made his move. With a quick snatch, he yanked the sealed scroll right out of Madara's hands!
"Heh heh heh… Madara!!! You're definitely hiding something good in here! Let's take a look!!!"
"Damn you, Hashirama Senju!!!!" Madara shouted, his cool, stoic persona crumbling. He'd always maintained that bloodthirsty, aloof warrior vibe. The truth? He'd sealed a bunch of pig's feet in that scroll… for Hashirama, the guy who loved them most!
But he hadn't planned on anyone else finding out! He was going to give them to Hashirama privately, but this big oaf had to go and ruin it!
By now, Hashirama was already crouched on the ground, eagerly unrolling the scroll. With a poof, he released the seal!
Everyone leaned in, curious to see what was in the scroll that could rattle Uchiha Madara of all people.
Whoosh…
The moment the scroll opened, a flood of pig's feet poured out! Five-spice pig's feet, braised pig's feet, grilled pig's feet, spicy pig's feet… they piled up into a small mountain, completely burying Hashirama!
Everyone was stunned.
Itou shot Madara a weird look. He'd guessed right—Madara really had stored all those pig's feet! But why?! If he wanted to eat them, he could've just asked!
And why was Madara's face so red right now?! He looked almost… embarrassed?
Minato Namikaze and Uchiha Fugaku exchanged a glance, their eyelids twitching as they watched the First Hokage get swallowed by a pile of pig's feet.
Tobirama's mouth twitched too. He'd thought the scroll held some grand secret, but nope—just a giant stash of pig's feet!
Mito Uzumaki sighed, rubbing her forehead. She knew her husband's obsession with pig's feet better than anyone. She just hadn't expected Madara to have prepared such a massive haul…
Hashirama, momentarily dazed by the avalanche of pig's feet, suddenly lit up. His eyes sparkled as if he'd just activated some kind of golden-eye jutsu!
"AWESOME!!!!"
Hashirama grabbed a pig's foot in each hand, balanced two on his head, and even stuffed one in his mouth, practically swimming in a sea of pig's feet.
"Madara!!! I knew you were the best!!! You remembered my favorite food after all these years!!! You even got me all these pig's feet!!! Heh heh heh…"
Rising from the pig's foot ocean, Hashirama charged forward and tackled Madara, clinging to him like a koala.
"Madara~~~"
WHAM!!!!
Madara's face turned as red as a boiled shrimp. Unable to take it anymore, he slammed a fist onto Hashirama's head. "They're not for you!!! I… I was keeping them for myself!!! Yeah, for me! Hmph!!!"
Despite his protests, the corners of Madara's mouth twitched upward as he saw how happy Hashirama was.
Mito, watching the scene, had a glimmer of tears in her eyes. She knew better than anyone the bond between these two men. Back before she married Hashirama, it was Madara who'd secretly told her about Hashirama's love for pig's feet. Oh, how jealous she'd been!
Even now, when they were both old men who'd died and come back, they were like their younger selves again—back when they founded the Hidden Leaf, full of fire and ambition.
Seeing them like this… it was wonderful.
But why did she feel a little like a third wheel? Those two seemed more like a couple!
Minato and Fugaku kept exchanging looks, silently communicating. They hadn't expected these two legendary figures to be this close! And was it just them, or did Madara seem almost… doting on the First Hokage?
Tobirama's eyelids were twitching like crazy.
Arghhh!!!
That evil Uchiha!!!
Always stealing his brother's affection at every chance!!!
Arghhh!!!
Evil pig's feet!!!
Evil Uchiha!!!!
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