Boom!
The moment the three opened their eyes, a surge of cold energy inside them shattered the thorny restraints that had held them down, dissipating the chakra into dust that scattered across the sky.
Whoosh~ whoosh~ whoosh~
Without a moment's hesitation, the three of them flashed to Uchiha Gin's "corpse," falling silent as they stared at his still, unmoving chest.
Memories of Uchiha Gin flashed through their minds—a kind, gentle older brother figure took form within their hearts.
What are you all just standing around here for?
Senju Hashirama is right there!
Go pound him already!
Pretending to be a corpse, Uchiha Gin kept his eyes shut, using his powerful perception to grasp his surroundings.
He felt a wave of frustration seeing the three standing silently.
I've died so tragically!
Hurry up and avenge me instead of standing there mourning!
Do I need to write "tragic" in blood on the ground to get you moving?
"Brother! Don't worry; we're here to help you!"
Just then, the long-absent Tobirama Senju burst from the forest with four muscular Senju clan members behind him, each brandishing swords, and charged at the three silent figures.
"Tobirama, watch out!"
Senju Hashirama tried to stop him with a desperate wave, but Tobirama was already mid-attack, and the four muscle-bound followers leaped into the fray, licking their lips as they advanced on the handsome Uchiha Madara and Izuna.
"Uchiha Izuna, don't be sad. I'll send you to join him right now!"
Tobirama's eyes glinted red as he twisted his lips into a wild grin.
With a sword infused with water chakra, he aimed straight for Izuna's head with deadly intent.
"Don't bother me!"
Uchiha Izuna lifted his gaze, his blood-red eyes locked onto the incoming blade.
Empowered by his Mangekyo Sharingan, his surroundings slowed, and he could see the threads of indigo chakra streaming from the blade tip in perfect clarity.
"Hmph!"
Izuna sneered, his gaze hardening as a chilling, shadowy chakra erupted around him.
A yellow skeleton rose from the ground, and two massive, golden hands emerged from the void, slamming down onto Tobirama, who had no time to react.
With a grunt, Tobirama was swatted away like a fly, dragged along the ground, stirring a cloud of dust.
"How dare you hurt Tobirama, Wood Release!"
With the final act of the scene approaching, Hashirama knew he couldn't be left behind.
With fierce determination in his eyes, he extended his hands, gathering chakra to unleash a powerful wood release against Izuna.
"Hashirama!"
Just as the chakra was gathering in his palms, a chilling voice echoed beside his ear.
Hashirama jumped, glancing sideways. A deep chill coursed through him when he saw Uchiha Madara standing coldly beside him, his crimson, patterned eyes glaring at him with the gaze of a man looking at a corpse.
As his eyes' patterns spun, an aura even darker and more intense than Izuna's seeped from Madara's body.
Soon, four massive, blue-armed figures, each wielding swords, extended from behind him.
!!!
Already in the second stage?
Looking at the blue swords, Hashirama jumped far back, his hand moved according to the motions they had previously agreed on
Director! I can't hold on any longer. These guys aren't holding back, throwing around Mangekyo powers like they're free!
Hurry, or I'll be left with three blind people here!
No worries, the special guest is already on the way!
Observing the scene, Uchiha Gin (the director) watched Uchiha Tajima's retreating figure and announced in the chat,
Prepare yourselves; this is the final few minutes. Don't drop the ball now!
On the battlefield, Izuna struggled to control the yellow first-stage Susanoo against Tobirama and his strange, muscular followers.
"Quit buzzing around like a fly, Tobirama!"
Though new to using Susanoo, Izuna's large hands awkwardly swiped at the quick Tobirama, missing every time.
He was growing frustrated, oblivious to the blood tears streaming from his eyes.
"This can't go on; little cousin's eye strain is going to shoot up by at least 1000 degrees. You four, sacrifice yourselves!"
Gin, eyeing his cousin's reckless use of eye power, motioned for his four companions to charge in.
"Ugh, the fate of the extras," sighed their leader, a muscular man with a black headscarf.
He slowed his steps, looking at the looming yellow hand with a resigned expression.
"One day as a couple, a hundred days of grace…"
Boom!
Izuna stared in surprise as the Senju clan member collided with his Susanoo. Fearing he might escape, he gripped tightly, reducing him to pulp in his hand.
"Boss!"
The remaining three, teary-eyed, charged Izuna with furious resolve, hitting the yellow figure with all their might.
Bang, smack, swish!
Izuna swatted them aside, sending them flying as they burst into clouds of red mist, vanishing from the world.
"Wh-What?"
Izuna, open-mouthed and staring at his Susanoo, wondered if he possessed some hidden, deadly power.
"I'll avenge you, guys!" Tobirama yelled from a distance, but instead of attacking, he turned and sprinted toward Hashirama.
"Don't run!"
Izuna, panicked, felt the strain of his eye power. His body weakened, and he knelt, blood tears flowing from his eyes.
"Hashirama!"
Meanwhile, Madara controlled his four-armed Susanoo, delivering rapid strikes at Hashirama, who could only counter with thick wooden branches as he anxiously awaited reinforcements.
'Wait! I think someone found out I'm not actually dead!'
Uchiha Gin, lying on the ground without any more scenes left to play, suddenly panicked in his heart and said it via telephaty
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Everyone was baffled. Our acting is flawless.
How could we be exposed?
But they could feel someone approaching Uchiha Gin's "corpse" quietly.
Uchiha Haruka knelt beside Gin's body, gently caressing his bloodless cheek with a tender, regretful look. She felt her new Mangekyo's power surge, and a slight smile crept onto her face as her clover-shaped pupil spun.
Wait…this aura. Why does it seem so familiar?
Sensing the power accumulating in Haruka's eyes, Gin's mind raced. Isn't this time-space power? Is she going to see through my act?
Time-space power in the world of shinobi is among the most mysterious. Haruka's specific ability remained unknown to everyone.
Suddenly, Haruka's expression shifted. Her eyes shed two tears of blood, but her gaze grew calculating as she scrutinized Gin's motionless body.
As she gently traced his handsome features, her murmuring voice grew cold.
"Gin-san…how should I put this?"
Gin strained to listen, sensing her grip tightening on his face. Though her strength couldn't break his defense, her next words sent a chill through his spine:
"Gin-san, you wouldn't want anyone here to know about your 'little movie project,' would you?"