Uzumaki Mito looked at Renye's retreating figure and felt that what the boy had just said was correct.
Compared to the young Renye, Tobirama's marriage, at forty-something, was clearly more important!
At his age, it was almost impossible to find women of the same age; even if there were, they would already have grandchildren.
Looking for unmarried women in their thirties was also difficult, as very few women in that age group were not married, and even if he found one, Tobirama might not like her.
If all else failed, she could only introduce Tobirama to women in their twenties. Girls of this age were young and beautiful, and she believed Tobirama would definitely like them.
Although it might seem like an old man preying on young grass, for Tobirama's sake in the latter half of his life, she would have to inconvenience a young lady.
Besides, Tobirama was not only powerful but also the Hokage of the Village, so it was hard to say who would be inconvenienced.
As long as the news was released, she believed there would be plenty of people willing.
Uzumaki Mito immediately decided to proceed this way, skipping over women in their thirties and forties and directly finding women in their twenties for Tobirama!
However, before that, she still needed to discuss it with Tobirama…
That guy was stubborn; she and Hashirama had tried to persuade him for so many years to no avail, and he had always remained single.
“Renye, call Tobirama back for lunch,” Uzumaki Mito said, entering the kitchen and speaking to Renye, who was cutting vegetables.
As long as Tobirama came back for lunch, she could discuss his marriage with him.
With Hashirama not around, Tobirama's marriage could only be worried about by her.
“No problem, Aunt Mito,” Renye immediately promised, as long as it wasn't to urge him to get married.
As for Senju Tobirama? That was none of his business.
He was such a grown man and still hadn't found a partner; no wonder Aunt Mito was anxious.
Uzumaki Mito looked around and didn't sense anyone else present except Tsunade.
She suddenly lowered her voice: “Renye, has Hashirama contacted you?”
It had been two years since Hashirama faked his death and left, and he still hadn't returned to the Village, which made her worried.
Her husband's body was already not well; what if he encountered danger outside?
By then, if he died, no one might even know.
Mito thought that if Hashirama had contact with Renye, she would have Renye find an opportunity to tell Hashirama to come back soon.
Not seeing Hashirama for a long time made her miss him terribly.
Renye paused his vegetable cutting, placed the kitchen knife on the cutting board, and explained.
“Aunt Mito, I have no news of Uncle Hashirama.”
Since that night, Renye had not seen Senju Hashirama again, and he didn't even know if he was still alive.
However, he guessed that Hashirama wouldn't easily die before finding Madara; one should never underestimate the power of bonds.
Perhaps he had already found Madara now?
“Hashirama is really something, not bothering to leave you a contact method,” Uzumaki Mito grumbled, dissatisfied.
If it were her, she would use summoning contact to maintain their connection, so she wouldn't be completely in the dark.
Renye's mouth twitched slightly at the words; that night, they were busy covering up the fake death, so where was the time to exchange contact information?
By the time he thought of it, Hashirama had already disappeared.
“I won't disturb your cooking anymore; I need to go find a suitable woman for Tobirama,” Uzumaki Mito didn't press further and turned to leave the kitchen.
As long as Hashirama was alive, he would return sooner or later.
If he didn't return, it meant Hashirama was dead.
“Uncle Hashirama, what are you doing now?” Renye murmured softly, “He doesn't even contact me.”
… … … …
In a deep forest in the Ninja World.
Senju Hashirama, wearing a straw hat, walked alone through the dense forest.
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and sunlight dappled through the trees onto the ground.
He wasn't aimlessly wandering but was inexplicably drawn by a familiar aura, as if the threads of fate had pulled him here.
For the past two years, Hashirama would occasionally have this feeling, and recently, this feeling had become increasingly strong!
He had followed this feeling all the way here, and his heart involuntarily quickened its pace.
Finally, he arrived at the edge of a clear stream, where the water flowed gently, dazzling under the sunlight.
He subconsciously lightened his steps, concealing himself in the shadows of the trees.
Not far ahead, a man, also wearing a straw hat and draped in a black robe, stood silently by the water, his back tall and lonely, as if isolated from the entire world, out of place with the surrounding scenery.
Hashirama's breathing hitched slightly.
The man slowly raised his hand, removed his straw hat, and his ink-black long hair instantly cascaded down, falling like a waterfall to his waist.
A gentle breeze ruffled his hair; just by standing there, he exuded an indescribable sense of arrogance.
Hashirama's pupils suddenly constricted; this back, he was all too familiar with it.
—Uchiha Madara!
Who else could it be but his best friend, Uchiha Madara?!
His heart pounded, but years of combat instinct kept him from making a rash move; to avoid alerting him, he decided to observe further, as it would be bad if he recognized the wrong person.
The black-robed man seemed unaware of his presence, his long fingers gently untying his sash and shedding his long robe.
As the clothes slipped, his chiseled, firm muscles were exposed to the sunlight, every inch containing astonishing explosive power.
However, what was most striking was the grotesque scar on his back—
A Tachi wound that pierced through his body.
Hashirama's heart pounded at the sight; that was the scar he had personally left.
In the Valley of the End, he used a Wood Clone to attract attention, then pierced Madara's body from behind with a Tachi, personally killing his former best friend.
Because of this, he had been depressed every day, almost dying from regret.
But now, this person was standing alive before him.
Renye had not deceived him; Madara was truly alive!
The shock of seeing it with his own eyes was far greater than hearing it from others!
For the past two years, with no news of Madara, Hashirama couldn't help but wonder if Renye was deceiving him?
But for the sake of his last shred of hope, he could only grit his teeth and search the Ninja World for Madara's whereabouts.
For two years, he had traveled to various parts of the Ninja World based on an inexplicable feeling, but he had never found Madara's figure.
This time, the premonition in his heart was extremely strong, and he never expected to encounter Madara here, to meet the best friend he had been searching for years.
At once, Hashirama was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes; these two years of effort were not in vain, he had truly found Madara!
Just as Hashirama expected, this long-haired man was indeed Uchiha Madara.
Madara had been searching for a suitable hidden base; a secluded hiding place was crucial for his upcoming plans!
He had traveled throughout the Ninja World to find a secluded spot, but the long journey had left him covered in dust.
He passed by the stream, preparing to take a bath.
In that instant, Hashirama could no longer suppress the excitement and emotion in his heart, and his voice trembled as he blurted out:
“Madara… is that you?”
