The deceased souls in the Pure Land were all startled by the sudden appearance of the chat box in their minds.
[Makoto Ito: Welcome to my chat group, everyone. I am the group leader, Makoto Ito!]
In an instant, the chat group exploded with messages.
[Senju Hashirama: What the hell is a chat group? And who the hell is Makoto Ito? Wasn't I already dead? Am I resurrected again? What's going on here?]
The First Hokage, Senju Hashirama, sat in the Pure Land with a bewildered expression, completely lost as to what was happening.
[Uchiha Madara: Have I been resurrected? No… This doesn't feel like resurrection. What kind of existence is this?] Madara's sharp eyes narrowed. He assumed his resurrection plan had succeeded.
However, after checking his surroundings, he quickly realized he was still in the Pure Land.
"So what exactly is this chat group? And who is this so-called group leader, Makoto Ito? Will this person interfere with my plans?"
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[Senju Hashirama: Ah, my wife!]
[Uchiha Madara: who are you calling your wife?]
[Senju Hashirama: Madara, I'm not calling you… I saw my wife in the member list. My Mito!]
[Senju Tobirama: .....]
[Uchiha Izuna: .....]
[Namikaze Minato: Wait, my wife is here too? Kushina, can you see my message?]
[Uzumaki Kushina: Minato? You're here too?]
[Uchiha Fugaku: ancestors…?]
[Might Duy: Oh, Hello, everyone! This place is bursting with lively energy.]
[Hatake Sakumo: Might Duy, I never expected to speak with you like this]
[Hyuga Hizashi: Damn… There are so many legends here. I feel like the weakest one in the room.]
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[Senju Hashirama: Madara, why are you here?]
[Uchiha Madara: What's it to you, idiot? If you're here, why can't I be? Stupid Hashirama]
[Senju Hashirama: Madara, don't pick a fight with me! You actually have the nerve to call me stupid?]
[Senju Tobirama: .....]
[Uchiha Izuna: ...]
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[Makoto Ito: Ahem… everyone…]
Ito Makoto watched the chat explode with messages, trying to interject.
However, in Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara's world, only each other existed. They were completely ignoring him.
Clearly, these two had no room in their hearts for anyone else.
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[Uchiha Madara: I say you're stupid because you are! Admit it already, idiot!]
[Senju Hashirama: No matter how dumb you think I am, you've never beaten me once!]
[Uchiha Madara: Damn you, Hashirama! Do you want to fight?]
[Senju Hashirama: Bring it on! Who's afraid of whom?]
Madara's head ached at the mention of their fights. No matter how many years they had known each other, he had never once won against Senju Hashirama. Especially in their childhood, whether it was stone throwing or peeing contests, he had lost every single time.
[Uchiha Madara: Tch… Looks like we can't fight in this shitty place. We can only chat? What kind of ghostly existence is this? Even fighting is restricted]
[Senju Hashirama: Madara, why do you think about fighting every day? Haven't you fought enough?]
Meanwhile, Ito Makoto's head felt like it was going to burst. His mind buzzed with countless imaginary bees flying around as the chat continued spiraling out of control.
These members were completely ignoring him while talking amongst themselves.
Was there no respect for the group leader?
They weren't even acknowledging him!
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[Makoto Ito: SILENCE!!]
The sudden outburst silenced the group.
[Uchiha Madara: ...Who are you?]
[Senju Hashirama: Yeah, who are you? Are you from Konoha? Why haven't I heard of you before?]
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Makoto Ito sighed. Had they really not seen his earlier messages?
[Uchiha Izuna: Brother, this person called himself the group leader.]
The group's avatars were clearly displayed, and at this moment, everyone could see Ito Makoto's profile picture.
A young boy around ten years old.
[Uchiha Madara: What? Kid, tell me, where can we fight? I want to settle things with Hashirama once and for all]
[Senju Hashirama: I'm always ready, Madara. Let's go!]
[Uchiha Madara: HASHIRAMA!!]
[Senju Hashirama: MADARA!!]
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[Uzumaki Mito: So… were they true love all along? Was I just an accident?]
[Namikaze Minato: These two are definitely terrifying… but why does their conversation sound so… off?]
[Makoto Ito: Yeah, this whole conversation feels… weird.]
[Senju Tobirama: Brother… it seems you only have eyes for Uchiha Madara and never for me, your own little brother! That damned evil Uchiha..!]
[Uchiha Izuna: It's the same with my brother. He only has eyes for Senju Hashirama, and you damned Tobirama, we are not evil! You Senju are the real evil]
[Senju Tobirama: IZUNA!!!]
[Uchiha Izuna: TOBIRAMA!!]
[Senju Hashirama: MADARA!!]
[Uchiha Madara: HASHIRAMA!!]
Ito Makoto stared blankly at the chat, feeling utterly speechless. "Isn't this just pure mess?"
"Do these people have some kind of serious illness after staying in the Pure Land for so long?"