"Uncle Madara! I'm heading back first! I had a lot of fun with you today!" Madara escorted Dave to a spot not far from the Senju compound.
Dave turned to look at Madara and said with a smile.
"Well, head back early." Madara said with what he thought was a charming smile.
Madara just watched Dave's petite back. Just as he was about to leave, suddenly, there was a whoosh of wind. Uchiha Madara kicked out behind him, but his exposed Sharingan made him stop when he saw it was Dave. His leg was already in mid-air.
"Hey, I knew Uncle Madara wouldn't do anything to me. I came back to give you this! Mua~ Good night, Uncle Madara! Sweet dreams!!" Dave jumped up and planted a kiss on Uchiha Madara's cheek, then turned around and dashed off.
And Uchiha Madara just stood there in a daze, his left hand touching the spot where Dave had kissed him, standing alone in the wind...
"Hey, hey, hey, Dave's gone. That's my nephew! It's only been half a day today. Why does it seem like he's closer to you than to me?" Senju Hashirama appeared next to Madara at that moment, his face full of resentment.
"Who knows? Maybe you're not as handsome as me." When Madara saw Hashirama, his face returned to that cold expression.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not as handsome as you! It must be my little nephew who doesn't know better, okay?" Hashirama got angry at this, pointed at Madara, and said furiously.
"Let's go, ugly man." Madara turned his head and glanced at the ugly guy. He especially dragged out the word "ugly" for a few seconds, then vanished with a Body Flicker Technique.
"Damn it!! Madara! I'll definitely be more handsome than you!!" This made the honest Hashirama furious, pointing at the spot where Uchiha Madara had just left and yelling.
Returning to the Senju compound, Senju Hashirama immediately went to Mito's room.
"Mito, do you think I'm handsome?" Hashirama hugged Mito, who was about to sleep, and asked affectionately.
Mito just stared blankly at Hashirama, who had suddenly transformed into a different person in front of her...
Hashirama was already thrilled! Hahaha, I am handsome after all! Didn't you see Mito's expression? My little nephew must just be clueless—hmph! I have to correct his aesthetics. How can that ice cube Madara be so handsome?
"...Pfft! Hahahaha!" Mito suddenly burst out laughing.
The smile on Hashirama's face froze, and he set Mito down.
"Hahahaha, Hashirama... Hashirama... hahahaha... why would you ask such a question?" Mito laughed for a long time before asking, out of breath.
Hashirama explained what had happened that day, emphasizing that Dave was a child with strange tastes! As his uncle, he had a big obligation to correct him!
"Pfft! Is it because Dave said you're not as handsome as Madara? Hahaha, but Hashirama, Madara is indeed more handsome than you." Mito laughed after hearing Hashirama's story. Once she stopped, she looked at Hashirama, thought about Madara's appearance, and said with a strange expression.
"...." Hashirama suddenly had a branch in his hand. He found a corner of the room and started drawing circles.
His bleak, black-and-white silhouette looked particularly pitiful...
No matter what was happening on Hashirama's side, at Tobirama's house...
Two people—one big, one small—sat facing each other...
"I heard you spent the afternoon playing with Madara today? What kind of person do you think he is?" Tobirama took a light sip of water, shaking off his dusty appearance.
"Uncle Madara? I think he's really great, but his face is a bit too cold, which scares the kids a little," Dave thought for a moment and said.
"Hmph! What's so great about the Uchiha! They're all born evil! You should stay away from him in the future! I'm afraid he'll teach you bad habits!" Tobirama suddenly snorted and said angrily.
"No, Uncle Madara is so nice—why don't you want me to play with him!" Dave said stubbornly, crossing his arms.
"You! Hmph! Starting today, I'll send a shadow clone to follow you! Except for school and the compound, you're not allowed to go anywhere!"
Tobirama was so angry he could hardly stand it.
He, Tobirama, had been with his father since childhood.
When had he ever endured this kind of anger? How had that woman raised this boy? Why was he so defiant? No! I'm his father! I have to discipline him properly!
"...I'm ignoring you." Dave was stunned for a moment, thinking about how a child would react in this situation, then suddenly stood up and went back to his room.
Tobirama watched Dave's back and rubbed his furrowed brows. He had a headache...
The next day...
"Hashirama, why didn't Dave come out with you?" Madara "ran into" Hashirama on the street again, looked at Hashirama's empty hands, and then asked.
"Ah... that kid Dave has school today... ahem, and uh... Tobirama said that except for school and the compound, Dave isn't allowed to go anywhere else." Hashirama said a bit awkwardly.
"Hmph!" Uchiha Madara snorted, turned around, and left.
That white-haired guy is getting more and more disgusting. Why didn't I kill him back then? Madara thought viciously in his heart.