I thought that after the war, I could go to hell and live a leisurely (?) Life of being tortured every day and having nothing to do with my old friends, but in the end, I was resurrected again.
The shop door opened with a bang, and a familiar figure opened the curtain and leaned casually on the door frame. He was not wearing the Uchiha uniform, but was wearing a bright red long undergarment loosely. For a moment, Hashirama thought he had recognized the wrong person.