For some reason, Madara and Hashirama, who were fighting at the Valley of the End, wound up in another world. They can't use ninjutsu here, and aside from being stronger than most, they're no different from anyone else. Just as they were getting used to this world, it changed again: humans became monsters, devouring one another. The two had no choice but to join forces and support each other. The characters might be out of character. This story won't be long; I started it on a whim.
Hiatus notice: The New Year is coming up, and I won't have much time to update. I'll still post, though, and updates will return to normal after the holiday.
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The black scene in the small theater is so miserable hhhh
Big, awesome! ! You are good! I don't know anything
Hashirama and Banban are so miserable hhhhh
Although I know this is a columnar spot, I still want to say it!
This time! Mito! Still at home! With my granddaughter! Senju Hashirama, you big pig hoof!
It still feels too weak, even without chakra...
No, no, no, your Yamamoto Takeshi reminds me of the Guardian of Rain in Tutoring, also called Yamamoto Takeshi... Funny
Hahahahaha I love the big little theater
The black scene in the small theater is so miserable hhhh
Big, awesome! ! You are good! I don't know anything
Hashirama and Banban are so miserable hhhhh
Although I know this is a columnar spot, I still want to say it! This time! Mito! Still at home! With my granddaughter! Senju Hashirama, you big pig hoof!
It still feels too weak, even without chakra...
No, no, no, your Yamamoto Takeshi reminds me of the Guardian of Rain in Tutoring, also called Yamamoto Takeshi... Funny
It's a bit of a running story. . .
At least it's over, not a trap...
When can it be updated? So looking forward to it!