Chapter 778

When he saw Konna's attack, his entire body froze.

"Is this really Lin Cheng's strongest daughter? This gap isn't something effort can ever close!"

Konna's Dragon Lightning Flash had shaken Itari's confidence.

Again, whispers spread through the crowd of students.

"Who would've thought Konna, so cute and adorable on the outside, has this kind of power? Clearly, the weakest of the Uchiha is Satania!"

"Are all Uchiha monsters? This is just too strong!"

Satania stood quietly at the back of the crowd, dejected. Though her grades were among the top in her class, compared to her sisters, she felt utterly inadequate.

Since the last ambush by the Iwa Village, Satania had trained daily with the white puppy and constantly begged her parents to teach her ninjutsu.

"Big brother, it's almost dawn—stop being angry at a child. She's only in her teens."

Senju Tobirama blocked Senju Hashirama's next outburst; he still didn't understand anything, but he knew this boy was no ordinary kid.

More questions died in his throat as his brother's rage surged, yet the little brat still smiled sweetly back at him.

"Kid, wait until I kill that guy—then you can try harder yourself!"

Senju Hashirama knew he shouldn't get angry at the kid, but that nearly identical smile made him barely restrain himself from striking.

He was now certain: this kid and that guy were definitely brothers. If not for the huge age gap, he'd suspect they were twin souls who shared a single mind!

"Senior Senju, please give it your all—I heard he's been eager to visit Jodo for a few rounds. Don't hold back—just send him there with all your strength!"

In response to Senju Hashirama's threat, Lin Cheng replied generously: he'd make no excuses—Jodo was just Jodo, perfect for a chat with the Death God. He just wasn't in a hurry to go yet.

Earlier, when he'd talked with Obito, White Zetsu had overheard. He'd assumed that even though the connection to Ōtsutsuki Kaguya was severed, the Ōtsutsuki's hidden backups must've triggered some reaction.

But now, nothing. Not even White Zetsu had come to inquire.

He didn't know if White Zetsu was refusing to pass on messages—or if those bastards were preparing another plan.

So at least he needed to find something useful before he could gossip further with the Death God about the past.

"Do you think Jodo is somewhere anyone can just go? You really believe they can come back? That bastard."

Senju Hashirama hadn't expected Lin Cheng's attitude—he stared, eyes wide, itching to go find that guy and have a proper talk.

I told you—child-rearing can't be this careless!

"How am I supposed to know? He's mentioned it often—he said he'd tell me when he planned to go to Jodo, and that I'd better be careful then. I thought he was just overthinking, but now it's clear—he already foresaw someone like you, Senior Senju, who wouldn't treat me with any courtesy."

Lin Cheng slumped onto the table, radiating laziness. When he looked up at Senju Hashirama, his eyes gleamed with suspicion.

Since he'd started wandering freely in Konoha, this was the first time anyone had dared to strike at him.

Even if he'd deliberately provoked it, he was still angry—and he never listened to anyone's logic or rules.

"Enough already, Lin Cheng. Look, even my brother was taken down—by that guy. You do know his name, right?"

Senju Tobirama, seeing the two glaring at each other again, immediately cut in to break their confrontation.

He wanted to say: his brother had already been subdued—let the matter drop.

But then he remembered no one yet knew that guy's name, so he shifted topics instantly.

His intention was fine, but Hashirama, whose mind was already filled with other thoughts, couldn't help overthinking.

"Tobirama, what did you say?"

Senju Hashirama gripped Tobirama's shoulder, suspecting his brother was subtly hinting at something.

"Big brother, what's wrong now? I was just asking for that guy's name—is that forbidden?" Tobirama turned, face pouting, utterly bewildered as he looked at Hashirama.

Previously, they couldn't mention Uchiha Madara, couldn't mention Uchiha Madara—but now even that person couldn't be named? When he was alive, his brother had always been gentle. Last month, he'd only exploded after learning of the Uchiha's tragedy, but afterward things had been normal. Why was he acting so strange today?

What hidden truth was he unaware of? His curiosity burned fiercely. That guy had a name? He was just a coward too afraid to even face his own identity!

Growling, Hashirama released Tobirama, shot one last glare at Lin Cheng, then turned and walked toward the new house that had appeared on the mountaintop.