"Huh? What's going on? Was Dave beaten?" At that moment, Madara noticed the bruises on Dave's face and asked, a deadly murderous aura radiating from his body.
"It's just kids playing around," Tobirama said coldly, glaring at Madara. He was very unhappy. If he could beat him, he'd have shown Madara what he was made of today.
Why are you so nosy? That's my son! My son!! Damn you!
"Who hit him?" Madara didn't respond to Tobirama—he just asked who did it.
"Hey, Madara, it's just kids messing around. You don't have to take it so seriously." Seeing the lethal coldness on his best friend's face, Hashirama hurried forward to calm him.
Madara ignored the two of them and used the Body Flicker Technique to appear right in front of Dave.
"Kid, tell me—who beat you like this today?" Madara asked coldly, ignoring Dave's surprised expression.
This startled Dave, who was in Tsukimi's arms. Holy crap, Uncle Madara—could we skip the Body Flicker Technique next time? It's so scary...
Tsukimi blushed in embarrassment and quickly let go of Dave. Eek, so embarrassing—the clan leader saw us...
"It's okay, Uncle Madara. I just let them win today. If I'd wanted to, those punks would still be in the hospital," Dave said with a smile, waving it off.
Madara just stared at Dave indifferently, saying nothing...
Dave grinned, then jumped forward and hugged Madara. Madara's eyes went blank, and he awkwardly placed his hands on Dave's back.
"Thanks for caring about me so much, Uncle Madara," Dave whispered, nuzzling Madara's ear.
"...." Madara didn't know what to say or do. He just hugged Dave silently.
Tsukimi behind them was stunned by the scene. So the clan leader and Dave have such a good relationship.
Tobirama on the rooftop didn't see it that way.
"Let me go! Brother! I'm gonna kill him!! I'm gonna kill him!!! That evil Uchiha clan! Damn Uchiha Madara! Stay away from my son!!!" Tobirama was so furious, smoke practically poured from his ears and nose. That's my son!! My son, you bastard!!!
Why do you care about him so much?! It felt like Dave was that bastard's son.
"Tobirama! Tobirama! Calm down! Calm down!!! You can't beat Madara!!" Hashirama hugged his brother tightly to stop him from doing something suicidal.
"I don't care! I have to make that hateful bastard Madara pay today!!!" Tobirama roared angrily. He hadn't been this mad since he was a kid—not even when his brothers and father died.
Between the tiles, between the panels, Butsuma: Should I go?
Madara naturally noticed Tobirama on the roof, looking ready to kill him, but he ignored it.
In his view, Tobirama was nothing compared to Hashirama and Dave! If he weren't Hashirama's brother and Dave's father, Madara would have killed him long ago.
How else could he have survived this long?
"Hey, Uncle Madara, don't be so cold-faced all the time. Come on, smile—you're so handsome. Uncle Madara, I'm heading back to the classroom with Tsukimi first!" Dave got down from Madara's arms, then reached out with his two small hands and pulled Madara's lips into a grin.
Then he took Tsukimi's hand and headed back to the classroom.
Madara just stood there with a forced grin, silently watching Dave's back...