As Madara pondered these possibilities, he felt a subtle narrowing of his eyes. The prospect of obtaining such a peculiar ability filled him with a sense of assurance regarding his plans. Moreover, the thought of turning that fool, Hashirama, into his summoning beast in the future was equally tantalizing.
Kekekekekekekekekekekekekekekek...
Just the mere thought of Hashirama potentially becoming his summoning beast caused a slight, involuntary smile to curve Madara's lips. With this ability, he could summon that fool whenever he felt the urge for amusement. The very idea was incredibly satisfying.
And resurrecting his brother? That dream was even more enticing. At that moment, they could live together as a happy family of three... No, no, no. It would simply be him living joyfully alongside his brother. As for Hashirama? He can fuck himself...
"Hey, Madara. Your mouth is about to curl up to your forehead! What are you thinking about? Why do you look so... lewd?" a voice suddenly interrupted his daydreaming.
Damn...!
Madara was snapped back to reality. He had been fantasizing about that fool Hashirama Senju becoming his summoning beast, only to realize that he himself was the one being summoned.
What does this mean? Is this what they call a clown's fate?
Damn it...!
"Hmph. Brat, what do you intend to do next? Just so you know, even if I become your so-called summoning beast, you can't command me," he replied, his tone laced with irritation.
"To be honest, I never thought I could command you. After all, in this world, aside from Hashirama Senju, no one else could even think of giving you orders..."
This thought led Hitofumi to envision a future scene. He pictured the moment when the Ninja Allied Forces faced Madara in battle. Madara would be immensely excited to see the Edo Tensei Hashirama Senju again. He could already imagine Madara craving an exhilarating clash. However, instead of engaging, Hashirama would simply tell Madara to wait a moment, explaining that he was too busy to deal with him right now.
And so, Madara would sit there, brooding and impatient, simply waiting...
"Haha... That fool Hashirama? What right does he have to command me? He's just a fool..." Madara chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Alright, Madara. If you have any questions, we can discuss them later. For now, I'm going to lift the summoning technique, and you will appear in my summoning space. From then on, we can meet anytime within that space," Hirofumi declared confidently. "After all, I've been dragged into the spirit world for a while now. I bet the people outside are getting anxious, right?"
"Tch. I know, brat..." Madara replied, his annoyance evident.
He realized he had no choice but to comply. In his current state, he could not refuse the brat's arrangement. For now, he could only go along with it, biding his time. Once he unraveled the secrets behind this child, perhaps he could also possess such a heaven-defying ability.
When that day came, he would ensure to take good care of this annoying brat... Kill him? No, no, no. That would be too merciful. He envisioned transforming this brat into his own summoning beast instead...
Unbeknownst to Madara, he had already begun to be influenced by Indra's chakra, setting the stage for a series of unforeseen events.
According to Madara's pride, the idea of becoming a summoning beast was even more difficult for him to accept than the thought of being killed. However, at that moment, Madara had no intention of killing Hirofumi. He remained unaware of the subtle shift in his own mindset.
Hirofumi formed hand seals and lifted the summoning technique. With a resounding bang, Madara transformed into a puff of white smoke and vanished from sight. Simultaneously, Hirofumi sensed a mystical space emerging within his body. This was the summoning space the system had mentioned earlier.
He could easily perceive this space with his chakra. Although it resembled the sealing space of the Nine-Tails, the environments were incomparable. While Naruto Uzumaki's sealing space was a dark, damp sewer, Hirofumi's summoning space was breathtaking—filled with picturesque landscapes, beautiful mountains, crystal-clear waters, and the delightful sound of birds singing.
He could even see Madara's surprised expression as he entered this idyllic summoning space, momentarily captivated by the tranquility.
Without dwelling too much on Madara's reaction, Hirofumi turned his focus to the system.
"System. Isn't it time to send me back?"
[Please prepare, host.]
In an instant, a puff of white smoke enveloped him, and just like that, the spirit world returned to its usual serenity.
The next moment, Hirofumi found himself back in the classroom of the Ninja Academy.
The room was packed with people. Iruka-sensei was present, along with all the students in the classroom. The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, was also in attendance, his expression serious.
Among them were Aoyama Itou and Taiga Itou, who had hurriedly arrived after hearing the news. Their faces were etched with worry as they frequently glanced toward Hirofumi's empty seat.
In addition to these familiar faces, a one-eyed man with a bandaged arm, Danzo Shimura, had also made his way to the Ninja Academy in a rush. He didn't genuinely care about the well-being of the students at the academy since, rather, he was concerned about whether Hirofumi had truly been summoned to some divine realm. The boy's potential accomplishments could rival those of Jiraiya, and if he could bring Hirofumi into his ROOT organization...
Kekekekekekekekekekek...
Danzo smirked at the thought. After all, he was the leader of the most extensive ROOT in Konoha. Surely this brat wouldn't refuse him, right?
Hiruzen cast a sidelong glance at Danzo but chose not to comment, his eyes narrowing slightly in contemplation. Had Danzo managed to gather information about what had transpired at the Ninja Academy so quickly? It seemed that Danzo's network of informants was indeed quite extensive.
Taiga, filled with anxiety, couldn't fathom how his grandson had suddenly vanished without a trace. He was of the same generation as Hiruzen and had once served under him in his youth.
"Hokage-sama… what exactly is going on? How could my grandson Hirofumi just disappear like that? If it's truly a reverse summoning, when can we expect him to return?"
Hiruzen took a deep puff from his pipe, contemplating the situation. "Taiga… I genuinely have no way to assist with this matter. The only person I know who has practiced reverse summoning is my disciple, Jiraiya. Unfortunately, Jiraiya is currently not in the village; I've already dispatched Anbu to search for him."
Upon hearing this, Taiga let out a long sigh of frustration and concern.
Just then, a sudden puff of white smoke erupted from Hirofumi's seat with a loud bang, capturing the attention of everyone in the room.
A figure began to materialize in the seat, slowly taking shape.