A few days later, at the Senju compound's dinner table...
"Dave, the Uchiha clan has the Uchiha girl group? Our Senju clan can't fall behind," Hashirama said dissatisfied while eating.
Over the past few days, he'd gone to the west side of Konoha every afternoon to dance with Madara, but he lost every time. This made Hashirama very unhappy.
After these few days, Madara—the Uchiha clan leader—had been leading the Uchiha girl group in dances across Konoha every afternoon.
The villagers had changed their views of the Uchiha clan, and Madara's mood had improved day by day.
In the past two days, Dave had tried to hang out with Madara, but Madara brushed him off with excuses about dance practice, which left Dave in tears.
Uncle Madara, you've changed.
The villagers had also fallen in love with the cold-faced, handsome Uchiha leader—especially the female villagers. Everyone was thrilled to hear the leader was still single. Compared to Hashirama, the cool Madara absolutely outshone him...
As a result, every time Hashirama danced against Madara, the villagers' final votes went like this: All the female villagers voted for Madara.
Half the male villagers voted for the Uchiha girl group behind Madara, and the other half were threatened by female villagers to vote for Madara... Hashirama's rare votes came from Senju clan members...
This made Hashirama very unhappy. He figured he lost every time because Madara had the Uchiha girl group backing him. So today, he'd reflected deeply in the Hokage's office. Why did the Uchiha clan have a girl group, while the Senju clan had nothing?
"Um...
Uncle Hashirama...
The Uchiha girl group's purpose is to change the villagers' impression of the Uchiha clan.
The Senju clan doesn't need that at all...
As for Uncle Madara... with the village founded and you as Hokage, he has nothing to do all day.
Let him lead the Uchiha girl group in dancing—it's his hobby and a way to pass the time..."
Dave smiled bitterly...
It was ruined—completely ruined...
Uncle Madara was addicted to dancing all day—was Hashirama about to start too? Wasn't Konoha doomed?
"No! I absolutely can't lose to Madara!" Hashirama threw a childish tantrum, very unhappy.
"Okay, okay... You can find some good-looking sisters from the Senju clan to form a Senju girl group..." Dave said helplessly, rubbing his head.
Fine, fine—as long as the two of them were happy. Dancing in Konoha was at least better than one summoning a giant Buddha and the other unleashing Susanoo to tear the sky apart...
"Hashirama, this sounds fun—I'll join in." Mito overheard the uncle-nephew conversation, her eyes sparkling with interest...
"Um... Mito... girl groups are for young, unmarried women—you..." Before Dave could speak, Hashirama swallowed hard and asked in surprise.
"..." Tobirama, watching from the side, saw Mito's flowing long red hair and immediately sensed trouble. He put a hand on Dave's shoulder and whisked them away with the Flying Thunder God Technique...
"Mito! Mito! Calm down! Calm down!!! I mean, you're older! Ah, crap! You're older than those young women! Ah, crap! I mean..." Hashirama saw Tobirama flee and cursed him inwardly for disloyalty. He turned his head slowly and mechanically, swallowed, and stammered nervously.
"Hashirama... I think you know what I mean!"
On Hokage Rock, Tobirama and Dave squatted, holding bowls of ramen swiped from the compound. Hearing the howls from the compound, it smelled great. Today's noodles were really fragrant. Hmm, seemed like the chef's skills had improved again.
The next day, when Dave saw Hashirama again, he looked fine on the surface, but from his trembling legs, Dave knew Hashirama had a rough night...
"Dave, come here—let your aunt talk to you." Mito smiled, beckoned Dave over, and called him.
"Okay~" Dave smiled sweetly and ran to Mito's side with a grin.
"Dave, your father teaches at school every day and does the research he loves in his free time.
Your uncle is Hokage and has tons of things to handle all day.
Your Uncle Madara has found a hobby too, and his days are fulfilling.
Now only Aunt Mito is bored every day.
Is there anything I can do to keep me interested?"
Mito asked with a smile.
"...Auntie... I heard you say yesterday you're interested in dancing?" Dave was stunned for a moment, then his eyes gradually lit up.
"Yeah, I think those things are really fun.
But I thought about what Hashirama said yesterday.
Girl groups are for young, unmarried women.
I've been with your uncle for over ten years.
Even if I'm older, I can't wear those revealing clothes like them every day, right?" Mito nodded and said with a smile.
"It's really not appropriate, Auntie. Hearing you say that, I thought of another great idea." Dave nodded and said.
"Oh? What is it?"
"Auntie, have you ever heard of square dancing?"
"...."
The result of this was... Every afternoon until dusk, Mito would lead some older and married Senju women in square dancing on the east side of Konoha Village every day... Over time, women from the village and other clans joined Mito in square dancing there.
Mito loved it a lot.
She'd heard Dave say before that this dance was called square dancing, meant for older or married women.
Men could join too, but not many did...
This square dancing was simple—just basic moves with rhythmic, catchy songs—and it quickly caught on in Konoha Village...
It not only enriched the villagers' spiritual lives but also boosted moods and helped with weight loss...
Now, there were two scenes in Konoha Village. Younger villagers went west to watch Madara and Hashirama dance with their girl groups, often joining in. Older villagers headed east to square dance with Mito...
It was chaos, total chaos... Dave looked at the "scarred" Konoha before him and shed tears of grief in his heart...
He touched the jingling coins in his pocket and felt even more distressed.
Nowadays, Love Kidney phones had blown up in Konoha.
Basically every villager had one, and some Konoha departments had dedicated numbers.
For example, the Uchiha clan's police department was the most-called number by villagers: 119.
Medical department: 120, Education department: 121, and so on...
This made Hashirama exclaim it was a great thing. When villagers had trouble, call 119—the Uchiha police would send help.
If injured or something, call 120—a few medical ninjas would check on you. Very convenient.
There were only three three-digit numbers like that: one for Tsukimi—520. Dave explained to the little girl it meant "I love you," making her blush. Uchiha Madara had one: 110—this... no explanation needed... Dave himself had one: 666. Just a bit of fun.