"Dave!! Is this what you call a big job?!" Danzo roared through gritted teeth.
"What? Isn't this a big deal?!" Dave replied.
"I fuck your uncle, Dave!!" This was a curse Danzo had picked up from hanging out with Dave over the past few months. At that moment, he felt it was perfect for Dave.
"Where's Hiruzen? Why aren't you saying anything?" Dave noticed only Danzo was yelling at him. Why was Hiruzen silent? Usually, he was the loudest.
Dave and Danzo turned to look at Hiruzen at the same time, seeing his face flushed red, his eyes gleaming with a lewd smile fixed on the Uchiha bunny girls above.
The view from back here is amazing... hiss! That plump... that snow-white... Hiruzen felt like he'd entered heaven right then...
Dave and Danzo rolled their eyes at the same time—this little monkey couldn't change his perverted ways...
"Yo!! This is youth!! Little boss! Let's push Lord Madara around the village three hundred times!!" Might Wai, whom Dave had roped in as a laborer, roared with passion.
"..." Dave looked at the youthful, green kappa monster beside him, his eyelid twitching... He was terrified Might Wai might say something like "Grandma Li knocking on the door"...
At that moment, Madara, swinging wildly on stage, noticed something and looked toward a certain spot, his eyes shining.
"Hashirama! Do you want to dance too!!!" Madara pointed at the red figure in the Hokage Building with gleaming eyes and roared excitedly. With the Sharingan active... how could he not be thrilled...
"...." At that instant, Hashirama and Tobirama on the Hokage Building rooftop were still in shock... They couldn't believe their eyes...
"Madara..." Hashirama snapped back when he heard the dancing Madara calling him.
"Madara... this time! I won't lose to you!!" Hashirama's heart ignited with fire, and he appeared in front of Madara with the Body Flicker Technique! This was the first time in years Madara had challenged him... Naturally, he was excited too.
But Hashirama was confused... Uchiha Madara knew how to dance—what the hell did he know?
His best friend Uchiha Madara seemed to notice Hashirama's embarrassment, activating the Sharingan to pull him into a genjutsu. Hashirama didn't resist—he knew Madara wouldn't harm him.
"Release! Madara! I'll definitely beat you this time!!" Hashirama dispelled the genjutsu. He'd learned the dance from Madara's illusion, clenched his fists, and started swinging wildly to the rhythm.
Dave and everyone else were dumbfounded... It was chaos, total chaos... Was this still the original story's plot??
Today was also the busiest day in Konoha Village.
Villager A: "That... that's!! Lord First Hokage!! The one next to him is... Lord Madara!! They... they're... is this... could this be Konoha's latest popular ninja training method? Come on, son! Let's groove with Lord First Hokage!"
Villager A's son: "..." He really wanted to say, "Dad, do you know what social death is?"
Spy B: "This... First Hokage... and Uchiha Madara! What is that? I have to note this news and their moves quickly and send it back to the village. Since the Warring States duo are doing this, there must be a reason—is it some plot?"
The spy was already imagining sneaking the info back to his village through great danger.
His Kage would crack their scheme, wipe out Konoha in one go.
Then he'd strut back to the village, personally rewarded by the Kage! And then... hehehe...
Little Mei should say yes to me...
Uchiha clansman: "This... this... this... the clan leader!! Those... those white thighs, ah! Those women are from our clan? This... this... I have to report back to the elders..."
"Lady Mito, it seems really lively outside. Why don't we go check it out?" Uzumaki Mito's married maid asked, a bit excited by the noise outside.
"Huh? Did something big happen?" Mito had naturally sensed two massive chakra signatures outside—Madara's and Hashirama's. With this commotion... and both Madara and Hashirama out... could there be an enemy in the village?
"Yazi, I'll go take a look—you stay here and don't go anywhere!" Mito grew more worried the more she thought, rushing out of the compound...
After a while...
Mito stared blankly at the two long-haired men dancing wildly on stage over there, her mind going blank...
"Yo! Mito!! Hahahahaha!! How's my dancing!!" Hashirama noticed Mito staring at him blankly and laughed.
After dancing so long, he felt his lost youth returning...
"Who are you? Do I know you? I'm not familiar with you. Goodbye." Mito snapped back, noticing the villagers' weird looks. She understood those stares... what did she have to do with the guy dancing on stage?
Mito blushed and headed straight back to the compound. She didn't recognize that long, straight black-haired guy outside. That couldn't be her husband. Sure, her husband could be embarrassing sometimes, but that wild dancer? Absolutely not!
The smile froze on Hashirama's face. Watching Mito's retreating back, he felt a bit hurt...
"Yo! Hashirama! You can't dance! Giving up? Hahahaha!!!" Uchiha Madara was dancing so excitedly he hadn't noticed Mito. Seeing his best friend stop, he thought he'd worn out and laughed.
"Madara! I'll never lose to you!!!"
Hashirama snapped back, hearing his best friend's taunt.
Thinking of the past three months where their daily greetings started with "ugly man," Hashirama got angry.
With a moderate fever, he kept competing with Madara in dance skills.
Behind the two dancing wildly...
"God Kishimoto... Sage of Six Paths... this... this... don't blame me... if the plot's messed up, it's not my fault... Black Zetsu... you can't find your mom because of me..."
Dave cried silently in his heart—changed... everything had completely changed...
This wasn't the Naruto he knew anymore...
At the same time, Dave felt a twinge of regret. Why had he told Uncle Madara about girl groups before... Uncle Madara... I miss you... I miss the you who always turned dark...
The Uchiha clan...
Black Zetsu, hiding in the shadows, watched in confusion...
What... what was happening?
The plan... the plan was crumbling...
How could Madara... dance like that?
Black Zetsu felt his world falling apart…