"Hmph!!! Damn you, brat!!! Fine, I admit it!" Uchiha Madara finally blurted out, his pride crumbling under the weight of his anticipation. "I do want to see Senju Hashirama! What's the big deal?! Any problems with that?!"
Hearing Madara's frustrated confession, Shouta Kazuki couldn't help but give him an extremely ambiguous look, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk.
"Of course not! After all, Senju Hashirama is known as the 'God of Shinobi,' and you… well, you're the man obsessed with the 'God of Shinobi.' So, really, nothing strange about this at all."
"What nonsense are you spouting, brat?!" Madara roared, his face turning a shade of red that rivaled the Sharingan's glow. "I am the Shura of the ninja world! Not some lovesick fool chasing after that idiot!"
Shouta winced and dramatically covered his ears. "Geez, do you have to yell so loud? Ever heard of an inside voice?" He grinned. "You know, there's an old saying that makes a lot of sense—the more you explain, the guiltier you look! You're totally exposing yourself right now, Madara. Just admit it, you're in a hurry to see your 'good friend,' aren't you?"
Madara's eye twitched violently. "Tch! Hmph! Absurd!" he scoffed, turning his head sharply, but his eagerness betrayed him.
Shouta stretched his arms lazily. "Alright, alright, no need to get worked up. I'll summon someone soon, but let's be clear—there's no guarantee it'll be Hashirama. The summoning's random, and Konoha has had plenty of Hokage-level powerhouses over the years. We might even get… Senju Tobirama instead."
The moment Shouta mentioned that name, Madara visibly recoiled, as if someone had just force-fed him a mouthful of bitter medicine.
"Ugh!!! That wretched Senju Tobirama!" he spat in disgust. "Even hearing his name pisses me off!"
Shouta chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Not exactly your favorite person, huh?"
As he chatted with Madara in the psychic space, Shouta finally arrived home. He flopped onto his bed, exhaling deeply before directing his thoughts toward the system.
"System!"
[I am here!]
Shouta had long since gotten used to the system's ever-enthusiastic response. It almost felt like a familiar friend.
"Can I perform a summoning directly within the psychic space? Or does it have to be done in the real world?"
[The psychic space is designed precisely for summoning! Summoned beings can exist here without issue.]
Shouta sighed in relief. That made things much simpler. After all, summoning a Hokage-level powerhouse in the real world could cause a catastrophe. One wrong move, and the entire village might end up shaking in fear. Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Third Hokage, probably wouldn't sleep well for weeks!
Meanwhile, Uchiha Madara was practically bouncing with anticipation.
"Hurry up and summon already!" he demanded.
"Geez, look at you! So impatient!" Shouta teased, smirking.
Madara huffed, arms crossed, but his eyes burned with expectancy.
Shouta took a deep breath, then commanded, "System! Use a golden summoning!"
[Host, please form the summoning seal!]
Without hesitation, Shouta swiftly wove the familiar hand signs, then slammed his palm onto the ground.
Just like before, a brilliant golden summoning array spread beneath him, pulsing with an ancient and mysterious power. Golden light radiated outward, illuminating the space like the rising sun. Even though he had experienced this before, Shouta still felt a rush of excitement—because this meant he was about to gain another legendary figure as a summon.
Madara, on the other hand, had already activated his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, the intricate pinwheel pattern spinning wildly as he tried to analyze the summoning circle.
But to his frustration, there was nothing to decipher. No visible chakra fluctuations, no hints of necromantic energy—just pure golden brilliance.
Then, from within the swirling light, a flickering soul flame emerged.
Shouta's heart pounded in anticipation. Come on! Let it be Hashirama!
Madara, too, held his breath, silently chanting in his mind: Hasi hot mom! Hasi hot mom! Hasi hot mom!
The golden flame slowly began to solidify, forming the outline of a human figure. Shouta squinted, trying to make out the details. Armor from the Warring States era… White, spiky hair… A high collar…
Wait.
Something wasn't right.
Madara's face twisted in horror, as if he had just seen something worse than his worst nightmare.
Because standing before them was not the First Hokage.
It was someone Madara absolutely did not want to see.
The golden light finally faded, revealing the resurrected figure in full. A tall man clad in traditional blue armor, with cold, calculating eyes that immediately narrowed upon seeing Madara.
Shouta took one look at him and couldn't hold back a laugh. "Oh, crap… It's Tobirama!"
Senju Tobirama's piercing gaze locked onto Madara, and for a split second, he looked momentarily confused. But then, as if a switch had been flipped, his expression darkened into pure disdain.
"Evil Uchiha!!!!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the psychic space like a war drum.
Madara visibly flinched. "Damn it all!!!"
Tobirama, still unaware of his own circumstances, immediately went into battle mode. His instincts screamed that something was wrong, but one thing was certain—Uchiha Madara was here.
And that could only mean trouble.
He then turned his sharp gaze toward Shouta. Judging by his looks, this kid had to be another Uchiha… right? Another member of that damned clan conspiring with Madara?!
Tobirama's sharp mind raced. What are these two evil Uchiha planning this time?!
Meanwhile, Madara let out a long, agonized sigh. "Of all the people... Why did it have to be him?!"
Shouta, trying not to burst out laughing, shrugged. "Well, what can I say? Fate has a twisted sense of humor."
[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have obtained the Flying Thunder God technique!]
Souta blinked.
Wait.
Did the system just say… Flying Thunder God?!
His heart skipped a beat. This was huge!
That was the signature space-time jutsu of Senju Tobirama and Namikaze Minato—the technique that made them both near-unstoppable on the battlefield!
Excitement bubbled inside him, but before he could process this new power, Tobirama's glare sharpened.