Inside the research facility, Senju Hashirama still had a stunned look on his face, but his expression became even more flustered when he finally processed what Souta Kazuki had just said. His master's wife?
"My teacher told me not to talk nonsense!" Waving his hands in an attempt to dismiss the comment. "Master's wife or something... don't just go around shouting that—"
Watching Hashirama's embarrassed reaction, Souta nearly burst into laughter. The great and mighty First Hokage, revered as a god of shinobi, was squirming like an excited worm, trying to brush off the teasing. However, his body language completely betrayed him—his movements were erratic, almost as if he was enjoying the attention but was too shy to admit it.
But then, Hashirama suddenly froze. His brain caught up with what he had just heard.
"Wait! Souta! What did you just say?! What about Madara's chest?!"
Souta smirked and repeated, "Ah... After my teacher fused with your cells, your face appeared on his chest!"
For a moment, there was silence. Then, Hashirama gulped audibly, and his eyes sparkled with a strange light.
He turned to Madara Uchiha, his expression filled with curiosity and something... else. "You actually have my image tattooed on your chest?!" His voice was high-pitched with excitement. "Hahahahahaha!!! Yeah!!!"
The First Hokage suddenly covered his face with both hands, shifting his weight from one foot to the other like an embarrassed teenager. Then he stomped his foot like an overexcited child.
"Shameless! Absolutely shameless!"
Souta, watching this unfold, felt his mind go numb. So, this is the legendary Hashirama Senju? Not the god of shinobi, but the god of dramatic reactions?!
Everyone in the room was equally stunned. Orochimaru, Senju Tobirama, Uchiha Izuna, and the Twelve Guardians were staring with open mouths. No one had expected such an absurd revelation.
Shinobi from different generations had long speculated about the complex relationship between Hashirama and Madara. But now, hearing that Madara carried Hashirama's face on his chest? It was beyond ridiculous.
Even Uchiha Madara, usually the calmest and most battle-hardened warrior, was visibly shaking with rage. His Mangekyō Sharingan spun wildly, the intricate pinwheel pattern twisting faster and faster until his Rinnegan flared to life.
"YOU DAMN BRAT!!!" he roared, his killing intent flooding the room. "I WILL SETTLE THIS RIGHT NOW!!!"
His hands flew into a seal.
"Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation"
BOOM!
A massive explosion erupted as Madara's jutsu activated, blasting apart a section of the research facility. The force sent Souta flying through the air, his body spinning uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, on the Streets of Konoha
Civilians and shinobi alike looked up in confusion as a figure was sent flying high above them.
"Isn't that Souta Kazuki?!"
"Yes! It's definitely Hokage-sama!"
"Why is he flying?!"
"Maybe it's a new type of ninjutsu training?"
"I don't know... but isn't he flying too high?"
"Of course! He's the Hokage!"
Two young ninja academy hopefuls were standing in the street, watching the spectacle.
"By the way, where are you headed?" one asked.
"I have an interview with the Ministry of Education! Director Iruka is a legend! I've always dreamed of becoming a great teacher like him!"
"Hahahahaha, good luck! I'm heading to the medical department—I've got more talent in healing ninjutsu."
"Then I wish you success, my friend!"
Back in the Research Facility
Souta crashed back through the building, his body covered in debris. As he struggled to get back on his feet, he saw through the window—
Hashirama was lunging at Madara, hands outstretched.
"Madara! Let me see it! You actually tattooed me on your chest! Do you secretly admire me?!"
"GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU IDIOT!!!"
Madara dodged left and right, but Hashirama kept chasing him in circles like an excited child trying to catch a butterfly. Madara, one of the strongest shinobi in history, was being relentlessly pursued by a man who refused to take "no" for an answer.
Meanwhile, Tobirama, Orochimaru, Izuna, and the others just stood there, watching in stunned silence, their minds broken by the absurdity of the situation.
Souta finally snapped.
"TEACHER!!! I'M BACK!!!"
Madara paused for a fraction of a second—just enough time for Hashirama to tackle him.
RIIIIIP!
In one swift motion, Hashirama yanked Madara's robe open.
Gasps filled the room.
There it was.
On Madara's chest was a perfectly detailed face of Hashirama Senju. The sight of it left everyone speechless.
"Hiss... Unbelievable!"
"It's really the First Hokage!"
"I never thought Madara-senpai had an eight-pack!"
"This face... it looks so lifelike!"
Madara was shaking with fury. His face was as red as his Sharingan.
"AHHHHHHHHHH! HASHIRAMA, YOU IDIOT!!!"
His rage reached its peak, but before he could attack, he saw something horrifying—
Hashirama was drooling.
"S-so beautiful... abs are so beautiful..."
Madara completely lost it.
"YOU MORON!!! CLOSE YOUR DAMN EYES!!!"
"Hahahahahaha! Madara, please, just let me take another look!!!"
"GET AWAY FROM ME!!!"
Elsewhere in Konoha – The Uzumaki Household
Uzumaki Mito was preparing lunch when she realized something.
"My husband never came home to eat," she muttered. "Neither did Madara, Tobirama, Izuna, or the others. Where did they all go?"
Curious, she packed several lunch boxes and made her way to the newly established Scientific Research Department.
Upon arrival, she was shocked to see a massive hole in the building.
"Did they remodel already? That was fast..."
She entered the building and walked toward the research room.
Then, she stopped.
Her eyes widened.
Inside, her husband Hashirama was standing way too close to a shirtless Madara. Hashirama's face was bright with excitement, while Madara was trying to shove him away, his own face red with rage.
On Madara's chest was her husband's face.
Silence.
Then—
"SENJU HASHIRAMA!!!"
The air trembled. Hashirama turned around, only to see his wife's fist flying toward his face.
"GO TO HELL!!!"
Author's Thoughts
Who would've thought that the great Senju Hashirama would be the biggest troublemaker in Konoha? Hahahahahaha! Poor Madara, he just can't catch a break. And Souta? Well... flying lessons were free today!