Naruto: Countless versions of myself superimposed at the same time!

He took a deep breath and slammed his palm down on the stone platform.

"The Art of Reincarnation in the Defiled Land!"

A chilling chakra suddenly surged within the secret room.

The candlelight on the wall was blown almost out.

Countless tiny, paper-like fragments emerged from the void and surged toward the body on the stone platform.

They layered on top of each other, transforming the container's appearance into that of another person.

Hashirama Senju propped himself up and sat up.

The movements were somewhat stiff.

He looked down at his hands, which were also covered with the cracks characteristic of those reborn from the defiled earth.

"This is..."

His voice was hoarse.

"Tobirama's... Edo Tensei?"

Hashirama Senju frowned.

He has strictly forbidden his younger brother from using this technique.

Why is he still affected by this technique?

Could it be that Konoha is facing a major crisis?

How many years has it been in Konoha now?

A series of questions filled Hashirama Senju's mind.

"Ho ho."

Orochimaru took a step back and bowed respectfully.

"Nice to meet you, First Hokage. I am Orochimaru, the one who summoned you back to the world."

Hashirama Senju raised his head.

He sized up Orochimaru.

Didn't Tobirama revive himself?

The secret passage of Hashirama Senju.

He had thought that only Tobirama Senju knew such forbidden techniques, but he hadn't expected that there would be successors.

However, Hashirama Senju always felt that Orochimaru was not a righteous person.

He turned his head and looked at the other people in the secret room.

Immediately, one person caught his attention.

He wore red armor and carried a huge Uchiha Flame Fan and a scythe.

Her arms were crossed over her chest, and her long hair fell over her shoulders.

That face was exactly the same as the one in Hashirama Senju's memory.

"spot?"

Hashirama Senju's pupils contracted.

"Weren't you...dead?"

"Each each other."

Madara Uchiha lowered his arms and slowly walked forward.

Those Mangekyou Sharingan eyes met Hashirama's questioning gaze.

"I am indeed dead, but you are dead too, Hashirama. We are both dead."

"you……"

Hashirama Senju stood up from the stone platform.

Orochimaru instantly felt tense.

Even though Hashirama Senju wasn't currently displaying hostility, he exuded an aura of quiet authority.

"Were you also resurrected using the 'Edo Reincarnation Technique'?"

"Hashirama said in a deep voice, glancing at Madara's body, which was also covered in cracks and covered in filthy earth.

"What exactly happened? Why did this junior resurrect both of us at the same time?"

Madara Uchiha did not answer his question.

He was just looking at Hashirama Senju.

They never saw each other again after the battle at the End Valley.

Before faking his death using "Izanagi", Madara Uchiha secretly took a piece of Hashirama's flesh and blood. For the next few decades, he used that piece of flesh and blood to repair his body every day, and finally merged it into his chest.

It can be said that he spent every day of the second half of his life dealing with Hashirama's cells.

But the feeling of actually standing in front of Hashirama Senju himself is completely different from looking at cells in a petri dish.

Madara Uchiha could sense that Hashirama Senju's chakra was still as vast as it had been back then.

It seems that this container is indeed quite good.

Then, Madara Uchiha suddenly raised his right hand and held it up in front of him.

This gesture is all too familiar to Hashirama Senju.

This is a battle invitation issued by Madara Uchiha.

At this moment?

Hashirama Senju felt that Madara Uchiha was joking.

"Stop fooling around, Madara, let me figure out what's going on first."

Hashirama Senju frowned.

He felt that Madara Uchiha still had the same childlike nature as before.

"Nothing else matters, Hashirama."

Madara Uchiha shook his head.

Now that he has seen Hashirama Senju resurrected, Madara Uchiha has only one thought in his mind.

That is, to see who is stronger, him or Hashirama Senju, in this state?

The rivalry with Hashirama Senju was something Madara Uchiha pursued throughout his life.

"Come on, Hashirama!"

Madara Uchiha unleashed his chakra, creating a gust of wind that swirled the candle flame.

“Those two guys…”

Orochimaru's eyelid twitched.

Neither Madara Uchiha nor Hashirama Senju were beings he could defeat.

To avoid being implicated, Orochimaru immediately began to move on the ground like a snake, quickly fleeing outside.

…………

On the other side.

Wuyin Village.

The misty wind stirred the stray hairs at Mei Terumi's temples.

From the moment Kiyohara said, "Accompany me for a day," she was on edge.

She even made the worst-case scenario plan in her mind.

If Kiyohara makes any unreasonable demands, how should she refuse, and how should she maintain her bottom line without angering him?

But nothing happened all day.

Kiyohara simply wandered aimlessly along the streets of Kirihime Village, occasionally stopping in front of a vendor's stall.

Mei Terumi's long, reddish-brown hair was a little messy from the sea breeze, but she didn't bother to brush it aside.

What she was thinking was, what exactly did Kiyohara want to do?

This unusual "goodness" made her even more uneasy.

However, Mei Terumi was somewhat surprised to find that Kiyohara hadn't done anything yet.

Has Kiyohara really changed her personality?

Kiyohara stopped when he reached the vicinity of the main gate of Wuyin Village.

That's enough for now.

He turned around, his dark eyes reflecting the shimmering waves on the distant sea.

Mei Terumi also stopped and looked up at him.

"Are you leaving?"

"Now that the business is done, it's time to go back."

Kiyohara had his hands tucked into his sleeves.

Terumi Mei was stunned.

Seeing her hesitant expression, Kiyohara's lips curled up slightly.

"There should be some exchanges between Konoha and Kirigakure during the Chunin Exams, and we'll continue the story then."

Mei Terumi paused for a moment, then nodded.

"...Okay, I'll definitely be there then."

Seeing that she had relaxed, Kiyohara suddenly raised his hand.

Snapped.

Mei Terumi froze on the spot.

Her eyes were wide open, and a blush spread across her cheeks, turning her bright face a deep red.

Kiyohara patted her buttocks lightly.

"you……!"

Mei Terumi suddenly came to her senses, instinctively raising her hand to cover the spot where she had been slapped, and jumped back half a step.

But fearing to offend Kiyohara, she could only glare fiercely at him with her watery, emerald-green eyes.

Upon seeing this, Kiyohara couldn't help but smile slightly.

The next moment, he disappeared without a trace.

Mei Terumi covered her buttocks and stood there staring at the open space for a long time.

"This... damn guy..."

Mei Terumi bit her lower lip.

Surprisingly, she was somewhat moved!

She stomped her foot hard before turning around and striding towards the village.

Just as Mei Terumi walked past, a childish voice came from the side.

"Terumi Mei-sama?"

Terumi Mei paused, turned around, and saw a small figure standing not far away.

It's Chojuro.

Mei Terumi recognized him.

Because Chojuro was known as a child prodigy at a young age, despite his young age, he had a talent for swordsmanship that far surpassed that of his peers.