Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Orochimaru didn't care about the so-called "Sannin" title at all. Seeing Isamu seemingly accept Senju Hashirama's proposal, they all let out a quiet breath of relief.
Even Senju Hashirama thought the same. A trace of disappointment had just appeared in his eyes—until Isamu spoke again.
"Did you think I accepted your proposal, Senju Hashirama?" Isamu sneered. "Don't be naïve. The Uchiha don't need charity from the Senju. We'll take back what belongs to us with our own hands!"
As his words fell, Isamu formed hand seals.
"Summoning Technique: Release!"
He slammed his hand onto the ground. Instantly, the Eight Tailed Beasts turned into white smoke and vanished, flowing back into his body.
"Uchiha Isamu, don't be ungrateful!" Senju Tobirama barked, stepping forward. "My brother has already shown mercy—don't push your luck!"
Hashirama also tried to persuade him. "That's right, Isamu. Think carefully about what I said."
"Tian Qi, stop fighting!" Tsunade shouted anxiously. "Listen to Grandfather!"
The other Kage watched with faint smiles. This was perfect—if Konoha tore itself apart, they benefited. And once Hashirama acted seriously, Isamu would surely lose.
But Isamu ignored them all. His gaze remained locked on Hashirama.
"Enough talk. I know you want to fight too. No need to pretend."
"Hehe… since you won't listen, then come," Hashirama said, dropping the act.
"It wouldn't be interesting without a proper audience," Isamu added, glancing into the distance with a faint grin.
Hashirama frowned. There were tens of thousands of ninja present—was that not enough?
"Zetsu! Stop hiding. Get over here!"
Everyone turned toward the empty space Isamu was shouting at—but saw nothing.
For a moment, confusion spread. Had he lost his mind?
Then suddenly—
A figure emerged from the ground.
White Zetsu.
Shock rippled through the crowd.
"Hehe… Isamu, what do you need me for?" White Zetsu asked cautiously, forcing a flattering smile.
"I'm about to fight Senju Hashirama. You'll watch—and afterward, report everything to that person. Let him know exactly how I defeat Hashirama."
"Yes, yes…" White Zetsu nodded quickly, glancing nervously at Hashirama.
Hashirama's expression turned serious. This creature… it was almost entirely composed of his own cells.
Tobirama noticed it too—and exploded with anger.
"Uchiha Isamu! You dare desecrate our clan's bodies?! Unforgivable!"
He lunged forward instantly, fist aimed at Isamu.
But Isamu simply smirked—and kicked him away the moment he got close.
"With your level, you dare attack first? Go play somewhere else. I'm not interested in you. And I didn't create him—he belongs to someone else."
Tobirama grit his teeth, but Hashirama raised a hand, stopping him.
"If not you… then who could create such a being?" Hashirama asked, puzzled.
"Hmph. I'm not here to answer questions."
In the next instant, Isamu vanished—appearing in front of Hashirama with a punch.
Hashirama reacted instantly, catching the fist midair.
"Don't be so impatient, young man."
With a casual motion, he flung Isamu away.
Isamu slid back over twenty meters before stopping.
Hashirama smiled—but to Isamu, it looked like pure mockery.
"Stop looking down on me!"
He charged again, striking with full force.
Hashirama blocked with crossed arms—then countered with a heavy punch to Isamu's face.
"Ha!"
Isamu was sent flying once more.
The surrounding ninja erupted in excitement.
"As expected of the God of Shinobi!"
"He's completely suppressing him!"
But Isamu simply stood up, touching his slightly reddened cheek.
That strength… as expected of Hashirama.
Yet something felt off.
That last punch—it seemed like full power.
Hashirama, meanwhile, was equally surprised.
My full-force strike… only reddened his face slightly?
In the shadows, Uchiha Madara watched with a faint smile.
"Hashirama's punch only left a mark… it seems this isn't his full strength. At most—seventy percent."
On the battlefield, Tobirama quickly came to the same conclusion. After checking himself, his expression darkened.
"Brother… Edo Tensei isn't perfect. We only have about seventy percent of our original strength. Be careful."
Hashirama frowned.
Facing someone like Isamu—who might rival his peak—with only seventy percent of his power…
This fight just became dangerous.
Nearby, Hiruzen Sarutobi and Danzo Shimura turned their gazes toward Orochimaru.
Orochimaru shrugged lightly, looking slightly embarrassed.
"Well… it's not a perfected technique yet. Some flaws are only natural."
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