Chapter 251: I Have the Grace of Saving the Brother (?) of Hashirama Senju

In the sky.

Above the cloud layer that people could not see through, a cyan-blue figure sped rapidly between the clouds, leaving an abrupt trail in the milky-white mist.

As the saying goes, the first time is strange, the second time is familiar.

Watching the birds streak past his side, Uchiha Gin, who had transformed into the Tenseigan Chakra Mode, opened his white-blue eyes and enjoyed the thrill of flight for the second time.

The condensed chakra cloak blocked all incoming airflow, allowing him to accelerate even more recklessly, leaving a cyan-blue trail behind him.

In the blink of an eye, Uchiha Gin flew from the yellow-sand-filled Land of Wind into the lush Land of Fire, controlling his direction according to the map in his mind as he sped toward the Uchiha clan grounds.

"Uh, are those the big cousin and little cousin?"

Right in the middle of his flight, the sharp-eyed Uchiha Gin saw two towering giants on the ground; based on their familiar colors, he immediately identified the Susanoo of those two cousins.

So he slowed his speed and quietly closed the distance, wanting to see what kind of mischief his cousins were up to after not seeing them for so long.

"Kill!"

As he drew closer, Uchiha Gin saw that beneath the two Susanoo, two teams of people were fighting; he recognized the team with the distinct characteristics as the Senju clan at a glance.

"Brothers, make it quick! There's meat stewing in the pot at camp!"

He had originally thought the two sides were locked in a life-or-death duel, but relying on his super-strong perception, Uchiha Gin discovered that the people on the Uchiha side seemed to be slacking off.

The clansman in the lead, waving a long sword that hadn't been unsheathed, shouted anxiously at the comrades behind him.

"The Clan Leader ordered the camp to improve the food today; there's wine and meat, so everyone hurry up—the sooner we finish fighting, the sooner we eat."

"Kill!"

The clansmen behind him were very cooperative, rushing toward the Senju clan one by one with impatience; he had expected a tense and thrilling death match, but unexpectedly, it seemed there was a problem on the Senju side as well.

"Brothers, today is the Clan Leader's big day; the banquet is starting soon at camp, so be quick."

The man leading the Senju side, facing the "menacing" Uchiha clan, did not strike a pose of being ready for battle; instead, he was equally anxious, urging his subordinates to hurry up so as not to delay the feast.

"Clack! Clatter!"

Two unsheathed long swords collided; it sounded quite intense, but in reality, there was no damage at all—not even a scratch on the wooden scabbards.

The Uchiha clansmen were too lazy to even activate their Sharingan, engaging in a "pecking contest" with the Senju clansmen, trading blows in a display of mutual affection.

The cruel battlefield was instantly transformed into a square dance competition, with everyone twisting and turning to their heart's content.

"Is this a game?"

Thinking he had fallen under a genjutsu, Uchiha Gin cycled chakra through his body several times but found nothing amiss; his blue-white eyes were filled with astonishment.

He had only been gone for a few days—had the relationship between the Uchiha and Senju developed this rapidly?

Just as Uchiha Gin was bewildered, a familiar voice rang out from the battlefield, giving him a jolt.

He saw Uchiha Madara standing atop his Susanoo, waving his war fan, pointing directly at the Senju clan, and shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Hashirama! Don't pretend you aren't in the camp; I know you're in there!"

As expected, the big cousin was still normal; the Uchiha should properly beat up the Senju.

No sooner had Uchiha Madara finished speaking than a white-haired figure appeared out of thin air on the battlefield, accompanied by a flash of golden light.

Tobirama Senju, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, narrowed his eyes—which lacked the tomoe of the Sharingan—and snorted coldly after crossing his arms, mocking Uchiha Madara atop the Susanoo.

"Hmph, the wailing of a loser. Can you stop shouting? My brother is busy with important business."

"Damn white-hair, this is none of your business! Make Hashirama Senju come out!"

Hearing his good brother being mocked, Uchiha Izuna was the first to get agitated; he leaped down from the giant, landed in front of Tobirama Senju, pointed his long sword at the other's head, and said coldly.

Tobirama Senju merely glanced at Uchiha Izuna, and his crossed arms began to feel numb involuntarily.

"You cowardly turtle, is this any place for you to speak?"

Recalling how many of his long swords had been dulled by the other, the anger in his heart burned uncontrollably, and he gritted his teeth, cursing at Uchiha Izuna, who was dressed like a heavy-armored warrior.

"Hmph, if you're not convinced, wear it yourself."

Clad in "thorn mail" and "warmog's armor," Uchiha Izuna looked at the impotently furious Tobirama Senju with an evil, arrogant smirk, patted his armor—which was brimming with life energy—and retorted without the slightest fear.

The little cousin has finally grown up; I am very gratified.

Watching the vibrant Uchiha Izuna, Uchiha Gin, peeking from the sky, shed tears of relief; he was finally no longer afraid of his little cousin getting his kidneys gouged out.

"Hold on!"

Just as the three were at daggers drawn, a figure riding a massive wooden Arhat statue flew out from the Senju camp.

Hashirama Senju, dressed in plain wedding attire, rushed to the scene with a panicked look on his face, shielding his brother behind him, and stared at Uchiha Madara atop the Susanoo with his black eyes, saying slowly.

"Madara, today is my big day; didn't we agree not to see blood?"

Hashirama Senju, his hair combed meticulously and his face resolute, looked at the two Susanoo giants exuding a destructive aura and asked with a frown.

"I will naturally keep my word, but you also promised to set up a table in the middle of the battlefield and invite us to attend your wedding together. Why hasn't the banquet started yet?"

Opening his scarlet eyes, Uchiha Madara, with a cold and gloomy expression, questioned the person before him—they had clearly agreed on this, so why the change of heart?

Good heavens, I just have to say, good heavens.

Uchiha Gin, eating melon from above, couldn't sit still after hearing this explosive gossip; how could he miss such a good show?

"Huh? I told Tobirama to prepare it; is it not ready yet?"

Hashirama Senju, being questioned, was completely confused; after scratching his head, he turned to ask the indignant Tobirama Senju.

"Tobirama, hurry up and prepare it; Toka is almost ready on her end too."

"Understood."

Although he was extremely unwilling, since his big brother had spoken, Tobirama Senju had no choice but to nod in agreement.

"Hahaha, it's all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! Madara, wait a moment, I'll bring Toka over to toast you in a while~"

Seeing the matter resolved, Hashirama Senju laughed heartily; today was his big day, and even though they had become enemies, the bond they once shared remained. At a time like this, both sides could temporarily set aside their hatred and enjoy a brief moment of joy together.

"Hmph, I'm already famished."

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Madara's red eyes slowly turned back to black, the towering giant gradually dissipated, and he landed on the ground.

"That's right, that's right! My brother hasn't had a drop of water or a grain of rice since yesterday."

Seeing his brother dissipate his Susanoo, Uchiha Izuna followed suit, closing his Sharingan and dissipating his Susanoo as well, standing beside Uchiha Madara and shouting at the two Senju brothers.

Hmph, let's see if my brother doesn't eat you into poverty.

"Izuna, don't run your mouth."

The fingers of his crossed arms stiffened; Uchiha Madara looked at his brother with an unkind gaze. It was all the cousin's fault for turning his obedient brother into this unbridled mess.

By the way, I heard the cousin went to the Land of Wind on a mission; I wonder if it went smoothly and if he was bullied.

"No way, this is too interesting, I must attend~"

Uchiha Gin, floating in mid-air, was so anxious he was scratching his head after learning the ins and outs of the situation; this was a legendary scene!

The First's wedding—if he missed this, he would have to wait until his next transmigration.

Thinking of this, Uchiha Gin sneaked to a spot not far behind the battlefield, landed quietly, and then dissipated his Tenseigan Chakra Mode.

Uchiha Gin skirted the edge of the battlefield and quietly walked toward the Uchiha clan's camp; before he even got close, he smelled a rich aroma of meat. It seemed the food at the camp was good today.

"Who goes there! Uh, Lord Gin?"

Just as he was pondering what excuse to use to blend in, a voice rang out not far behind him, filled with surprise.

"Oh my, isn't this Brother Hioki? It's been a long time, your hair has grown longer~"

Hearing this not-so-unfamiliar voice, Uchiha Gin turned his head, looked at the ponytail-wearing man in front of him who looked shocked, and grinned, laughing quite cordially.

This kid, why is he a bit like that guy Ryoichi? Could they be relatives?

"Lord Gin, why have you come to the front lines?"

Being pressed by the strange aura on Uchiha Gin, Uchiha Hioki felt a bit breathless; a flash of scarlet light flickered in his eyes as he instantly verified the other's identity, and the look of shock and suspicion in his eyes deepened.

Wasn't it said that Uchiha Gin had terrible talent and low strength? But what was this pressure now?

"I just got back from a mission in the Land of Wind; I saw the figures of my two cousins from afar, so I came over to see what's going on."

Uchiha Gin pointed to the dried lizard hanging on his body; the well-informed Uchiha Hioki recognized it at a glance as a special ration unique to the Land of Wind, and his doubts were immediately dispelled as he answered.

"Lord Gin, you've come at a very coincidental time; today is a special day."

"Oh? Is there a happy occasion?"

Uchiha Gin asked a question he already knew the answer to, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"You guessed right; today is the day the Senju Clan Leader is getting married, and the other party and the Clan Leader agreed..."

The uninformed Hioki began to explain the significance of the day to Uchiha Gin, as well as the "friendly" consultation Hashirama Senju and Uchiha Madara had yesterday, which resulted in the consensus of no bloodshed.

"Then that really is 'better to arrive at the right time than the early time.' I'm an acquaintance of Hashirama Senju, so how could I be missing from such a big day~"

Uchiha Gin slapped his thigh and urged the somewhat bewildered Hioki.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Brother Hioki, take me to offer my congratulations!"

"Uh, you know Hashirama Senju?"

Uchiha Hioki's brow furrowed upon hearing this; no, what was Hashirama Senju's status, and what was yours? How could you two know each other?

"Hey, don't you believe it? I'm the man who saved his brother (?)~"

(End of chapter)