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"What's wrong?"
Hashirama stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Tsunade. He immediately noticed that everyone was drenched in sweat.
He understood right away.
They were tired again!
How are they all so weak?
Are they really that frail?
Hashirama shook his head in exasperation.
"Little Tsunade, are you just looking for an excuse to play cards? How can you be this tired so quickly?"
Hashirama deliberately put on a stern face, his expression akin to that of a parent catching a child sneaking a treat.
"..."
Tsunade was dumbfounded.
Everyone else was dumbfounded too.
Their jaws dropped, eyes wide in disbelief.
Did he really just say that?
How is he not tired?
No one even had the strength to argue. They all realized that they were on a completely different wavelength than Hashirama.
"Grandpa, can we stop traveling for tonight? Please~"
Tsunade pouted and pleaded, her voice soft and sweet—a rare sight for someone like her. The contrast with her usual imposing demeanor, especially as seen in the Five Kage Summit, was striking.
"Alright."
Hashirama nodded, then glanced around at the surroundings before saying, "We'll rest here tonight."
???
A series of question marks popped up in everyone's minds.
Just like that?
They were in a sparse woodland area—there were trees, but not many. The landscape wasn't anything special. Resting here would make them an easy target, practically inviting nearby predators to a ninja buffet.
Clap!
But just then—
Hashirama clapped his hands, and an overwhelming surge of chakra erupted from him, quickly spreading in all directions.
Whoosh!
Everyone gasped, instinctively stepping back a few paces. The sheer intensity of the chakra made the air feel like it had solidified.
Terrifying!
Absolutely terrifying!
Everyone's thoughts became unsettled.
The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, had once felt the overwhelming chakra of the First Hokage during the Orochimaru's Four Violet Flames Formation. Now, experiencing it again, the sensation was even more intense.
This is the true pillar of Konoha!
Suddenly, he felt completely at ease.
The era of Konoha has returned!
On the other hand, the Third Tsuchikage, Onoki, turned deathly pale. This sensation was even more terrifying than when he had faced Uchiha Madara in his youth.
Is this the God of Shinobi?
This is beyond terrifying!
A wave of relief washed over Onoki's heart; he was thankful he had decided to attend the Five Kage Summit.
It was a wise choice!
He could almost see the impending downfall of the Raikage!
The Fifth Kazekage, Gaara, instinctively raised a sturdy sand wall in front of him the moment Hashirama unleashed his chakra.
The sand wall formed automatically.
It was as if Gaara had already sensed the danger.
This wasn't the first time something like this had happened, and Gaara was sure it wouldn't be the last. But this time, the situation made him realize that his sand's defensive instincts were entirely justified.
This man is incredibly powerful!
For the Fifth Mizukage, Mei Terumi, this was her first time witnessing Senju Hashirama release such a terrifying amount of chakra. Her beautiful face turned ghostly pale, devoid of any color.
What kind of chakra is this?
Is this really the chakra a shinobi should have?
Mei, who possessed two Kekkei Genkai, had always considered herself quite formidable. Especially after becoming the Mizukage, she harbored a subtle sense of pride.
But now, that pride was instantly shattered.
The sheer volume of this chakra is overwhelmingly terrifying!
As for everyone else, their thoughts were completely paralyzed.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The ground trembled continuously, as if the entire world was shaking. As Hashirama's feet pressed into the earth, infusing it with his terrifying chakra, thick wooden planks began to sprout forcefully from the ground.
These wooden planks burst forth from the earth.
They spread out in a sweeping, unstoppable manner.
In an instant, the ground was covered, as if someone had laid down a wooden floor, transforming the entire landscape.
What was once uneven terrain—
Was now suddenly and forcefully turned into a smooth, wooden surface.
And then—
A villa rose up from the ground, pushing aside all the surrounding trees. On the front door of the villa, the emblem of Konoha was proudly displayed.
"You'll be staying here tonight."
Hashirama released his hands and drew back his immense chakra, standing calmly to the side. He reveled in the awe-struck gazes that the group directed at him, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
Gulp~
Even Tsunade couldn't help but swallow hard, her eyes wide in disbelief. She wasn't alone—everyone around her did the same, their minds struggling to process what they had just witnessed.
Is this the true power of a Wood Style user?
Is this what it means to be the God of Shinobi?
A mansion conjured from nothing, right before our eyes!
This isn't just ninjutsu—it's practically sorcery!
It's as if he wields a force capable of transforming the mundane into the miraculous!
For a moment—
The entire area was enveloped in a heavy silence. Not a single person could find the words to speak, their thoughts paralyzed by the sheer wonder of what they had just seen.
"Let's head inside," Hashirama said, his voice breaking the silence. His lips curled into a knowing smile, enjoying the astonished expressions on everyone's faces. Without hesitation, he turned and took the first step, entering the grand mansion he had effortlessly created using his Wood Style.
The others watched as Hashirama's figure disappeared into the entrance. They exchanged glances, took a deep breath to steady themselves, and one by one, began to follow him inside.
No matter how surreal this seemed—
They knew it was time to rest. The day had been long, and the weight of the journey was beginning to show. Tomorrow, they would reach the Hidden Cloud Village.
With these thoughts in mind, they stepped into the warmth and safety of the wooden mansion, feeling an odd sense of comfort despite the overwhelming display of power they had just witnessed.
(End of Chapter)