Uchiha Sasuke swallowed hard at the sight before him.
Five hundred million ryo… gone in an instant!
"Hirofumi! Was that your ability just now?!"
Hirofumi nodded, noticing the stunned expressions on Sasuke and Naruto's faces.
"Yup, that's the ability I was telling you about. With that kind of money, I'm about to get seriously strong…"
"That's insane!" Sasuke muttered.
Hearing about it was one thing, but seeing five hundred million ryo vanish into thin air? The sheer impact of it hit both of them like a ton of bricks.
Naruto, in particular, was floored. That money belonged to Sasuke, and even after giving it up, Sasuke still had millions left for pocket change.
But Naruto? He'd never seen that kind of cash in his life!
Five hundred million ryo!
Enough to last multiple lifetimes!
And now it was just… gone.
Naruto's monthly allowance from the Third Hokage was barely a thousand ryo. Five hundred million could've kept him set for centuries!
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Sasuke, catching Naruto's shell-shocked expression, casually pulled a one-million-ryo banknote from his wallet and tossed it at him.
"Go spend it."
Naruto stared at the note in his hands, dumbfounded.
"Huh?! For me?!"
"Of course it's for you, idiot. You're embarrassing yourself with that 'never seen money before' look."
"But… this is way too much!"
"Just take it!"
Sasuke's tone was pure overbearing CEO, exuding effortless confidence. Naruto's eyes sparkled as he looked at him, clutching the banknote tightly.
Hirofumi couldn't help but feel a weird vibe in the air—like some unspoken bromance was simmering.
Is this… passion burning?
Naruto swallowed hard, gripping the million-ryo note like his life depended on it.
"Thanks… you smug jerk…"
"You moron! I give you a million ryo, and you still call me a smug jerk?! Shouldn't you be crying tears of gratitude and calling me 'big bro' or something?!"
"Hmph! Big bro? In your dreams, you smug bastard!"
"Idiot! Give me back my money!"
"No way! Once it's in my frog wallet, it's mine!"
"Damn you, idiot!"
"Smug Sasuke!"
"NARUTO!"
"SASUKE!"
"NARUTO!"
"SASUKE!"
The three of them messed around like that for a bit before going their separate ways.
Lying in bed later, Sasuke's lips curved into a slight smirk.
That Naruto's such an idiot.
And Hirofumi… just how strong are you going to get?
Well, I'm not about to lose. I'm carrying the pride of the Uchiha clan, after all! The honor of the Uchiha won't let me back down!
Hirofumi headed home, while Naruto, clutching his frog wallet protectively, darted back to his place.
"Hey, kid!"
Hirofumi jumped slightly. That was the second time today Uchiha Madara had called out to him through their psychic link.
"What's up, Madara?"
Hirofumi thought Madara was eager to see his summoning technique in action—or maybe itching to have his old buddy Hashirama Senju summoned.
"You sure you're not an Uchiha?"
Hirofumi sighed. "I've told you already, haven't I? My last name's Ito!"
Madara frowned.
"I don't know why, but I keep getting this weird feeling—like there's some kind of connection between us. Same with that Uchiha Sasuke kid. It's strange… If it weren't impossible, I'd almost think you and Sasuke were my kids!"
Hirofumi chuckled, realizing Madara was probably sensing Indra's chakra.
Madara paused, then continued.
"And that Naruto Uzumaki kid—he's weird too. He's this generation's Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, right? It's pathetic that people call him a 'demon fox.'
But why's his last name Uzumaki? He gives me vibes like that doofus Hashirama Senju… Could he be one of his descendants?"
"Alright, Madara, stop overthinking it," Hirofumi cut in. "I'm just me—no ties to the Uchiha clan. And Naruto's just Naruto, no connection to the Senju either."
Madara dropped the topic. They were just kids, after all—no point dwelling on it.
What really mattered was that Hirofumi had just scored five hundred million ryo!
Could he use that to summon Hashirama Senju?!
The thought made Madara's heart race.
"Kid! Show me that summoning technique of yours!"
"Nope!"
"Huh? Why not?!"
"Why should I?"
"Why wouldn't you?!"
Hirofumi smirked at Madara's impatience.
"Madara, just admit it. You don't care about my summoning technique—you just want me to bring out Hashirama, don't you?"
Madara's face flushed.
"Hmph! As if I'd care about that doofus! No way! Absolutely not!"
"If you don't admit it, I'm not summoning anyone."
"Damn it, you little punk!"
Deep down, Madara did want to see Hirofumi's crazy ability in action—especially since he hadn't sensed anything when he himself was summoned from the afterlife.
But yeah, he also really wanted to see Hashirama again.
Last time, that sneaky doofus had ambushed and beaten him. Now, with his Rinnegan and full power restored, Madara was ready to show Hashirama why the flowers bloomed so red—and maybe give him a good thrashing while he was at it!