Madara and Hashirama were bickering and messing around for a while, their usual chaotic energy filling the air.
Senju Tobirama suddenly remembered something. "Wait a sec, Hirofumi! Didn't you say there was some kind of benefit you get from summoning us? You didn't finish explaining!"
Everyone perked up, realizing Hirofumi had been interrupted by Madara and Hashirama's antics. They all turned to him, curious.
Hashirama, munching on a pork knuckle, mumbled through a full mouth, "Yeah, little Hiro! What's the deal with that benefit?"
"Oh… it's not a big deal," Hirofumi said casually, glancing at the group. "Every time I summon one of you, I get one of your abilities."
Hiss…
"What the?!"
"Nani?!"
Madara's eyes narrowed as it clicked. No wonder I felt something off about this kid after Hashirama showed up. That's why!
Uzumaki Mito nodded thoughtfully. "So, little brother, did you get the Uzumaki clan's bloodline from me?"
"Yup!" Hirofumi confirmed, not hiding anything. "That's exactly it."
"No wonder," Mito said with a smile. "When I saw you, I felt this weird connection, like we were family. It makes sense now."
Tobirama leaned in, curious. "What about me? Did you get the Senju bloodline or something?"
"Nope," Hirofumi shook his head. "I got the Flying Thunder God Technique. I've already mastered it."
Minato piped up, intrigued. "And from me?"
"Myoboku Mountain Sage Mode," Hirofumi replied.
"Hot damn…" Minato muttered, impressed.
Hashirama jumped in, still chewing. "What about me, kid? Did you get my Wood Release?!"
Hirofumi shook his head again. "Not quite. From you and Madara, I got two types of chakra. Not Wood Release or the Uchiha bloodline. But from Uchiha Fugaku, I got the Sharingan—and not just any Sharingan, the Mangekyo Sharingan."
The group fell silent, stunned. With the Flying Thunder God, Sage Mode, the Mangekyo Sharingan, and the Uzumaki clan's monstrous vitality and chakra, Hirofumi was already packing Hokage-level power!
"That's some terrifying potential," Tobirama muttered under his breath.
"Hey, it's a good thing!" Hashirama said, still gnawing on his pork knuckle. "Little Hiro's one of our Hidden Leaf kids! The stronger he gets, the better for the village. Kind of a shame you didn't get my Wood Release, though. Let me tell you, kid, my Wood Release is the real deal! Even Madara couldn't beat me!"
Thwack!
Madara's fist connected with Hashirama's head. "Shut up and eat your pork, you idiot! Couldn't beat you? That was back then. Now I could crush you with one hand!"
Hashirama huffed, puffing out his cheeks. "Hmph! No way! My Thousand-Armed Buddha could take you with nine hundred and ninety-nine hands tied behind its back! I'd only need one hand to beat you!"
"Shut it!" Madara snapped. "Eat your damn pork!"
Hashirama didn't push the argument further. He'd already sensed Madara's strength when facing the Shinigami—especially those weird new eyes. Hmph! I'm definitely getting Madara to hook me up with a pair of those someday!
Hirofumi had used up all five of his golden summoning chances, and the haul was incredible. Glancing at the group, he noticed they were all sprawled out in the summoning space, which only had Madara's lone villa. With a thought, Hirofumi conjured an entire villa district. These were living people now, not spirits—they needed places to rest. No way they could all cram into Madara's place!
After chatting with everyone for a bit, Hirofumi left the summoning space. It was late, and he needed sleep. Tomorrow was a school day, and showing up with dark circles under his eyes might make his parents think he'd been up to no good.
The summoning space had its own day and night cycle, and it was already deep into the night there. Uzumaki Mito sat in her new villa, feeling a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder—and now, both she and Hashirama were back in their prime. The thought of being young again with her husband made her heart flutter.
Mito waited on the edge of the bed, expecting Hashirama any minute.
Midnight came.
Then the wee hours.
Dawn broke.
Mito's smile was frozen, stiff as a board. Her husband hadn't come back all night! On their first night reunited after being revived!
She didn't even need to guess where he was. Where else would Hashirama be but with Uchiha Madara?!
At sunrise, Mito stormed out, kicking the door open with a bang, her face locked in a terrifyingly rigid smile. "Senju! Hashirama!!!" she roared, her aura screaming stay away.
Inside Madara's villa, Madara glanced at Hashirama, who was sprawled out snoring like a dead pig. With a sigh, Madara kicked him square in the butt. "Ow! Madara, what the hell?!"
"Your wife's calling you home for breakfast!" Madara snapped.
"Ugh, let me sleep a bit longer…" Hashirama mumbled, rolling over.
Madara's eyes narrowed. Killing intent! In a flash, he used Body Flicker to bolt out of the villa.
The next moment, dozens of massive golden chains obliterated his villa into rubble.
Madara stared at the wreckage, muttering to himself, "Mito's temper is as fiery as ever. Guess she was only acting gentle because she just got revived. Shame about my villa… time to get a new one."
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