"Aging is pointless. That's how I feel when I look at you."

Orochimaru

The trip back to the castle was quick, silent, and totally concise. Nobody uttered a single word, some relished in their victory and triumph, others pondered on what was to come, and some just decided to forget it all for the moment and stare at the sand.

The tall and perilous gates were once again opened to allow them entrance into the village and the six dozen or so guards that kept a constant watch relaxed just slightly as they passed through, despite being allies they were rightfully weary of the Uchiha and Domou. The people that hustled and bustled about took time out of their day to cast glances in their direction all of them varied, but the norm was shock, fear, and a hint of realization. They parted a path for the shinobi to stride through, their prisoner slung over Madara's shoulder was almost the center of attention.

The castle was still a few miles away and so they walked at the same pace they had been. The entire time all eyes fell onto them.

"I don't get it." Yuko muttered out loud, finally it was getting to her and she had to at least know why she-they were getting all of these looks. "Why is everyone looking at us like we're death itself?"

"Better get used to it, kid." Hikaku muttered, glancing at her for a moment before turning away. "We have a reputation, people stay away for a good reason."

"Heh, I guess news travels fast." Aito chuckled softly, turning his gaze onto her for a moment before looking away. "The Shaningu were planning to burn down the entire Grass village-their second in command Tomoyuki was the brains behind the whole thing. We put an end to it before it could even begin. We had to kill a few hundred idiots, but that's just how it went down. I figure we're getting these looks because of that."

"But, then that means you saved that village." Yuko looked up at the tall and dark haired man, she recalled seeing him several times leaving the compound. Aito was one of the strongest Uchiha in the entire clan and was a close confidant of Madara and Izuna. "Shouldn't people be saying thank you and smiling?"

"Hahah." Izuna laughed softly, surprising Yuko a great deal. "Not everyone uses that kind of logic, Yuko-chan. We Uchiha and the Domou have a reputation as Hikaku said."

"We were outnumbered ten to one." Mitsuki commented softly, peering at the young red haired kunoichi. "We still came out on top and put an end to Tomoyuki's half ass plot to burn down the Grass village. I just never thought the news would travel this fast. But, you know how it goes, there's always a piece missing to the story, in our case it's Tomoyuki's plan that never came to light."

"They probably only heard about how we stormed into Maison-ya and killed all of the Shaningu that were plotting to burn the village." Souji surmised with a blunt tone, his expression not showing the slightest hint of being bothered at the looks they were getting from all around. "Of course they'd leave out the part of those fools trying to burn down the village, but that's how it goes. We stopped them and the people will only remember how we killed them. So, we're the big and bad Uchiha and Domou."

"But... Still.." Yuko pursed her lips. That just wasn't right. Why should they deal with it if they saved lives instead of taking them like so many did in this era? Like what Tomoyuki planned to do...

"Don't let it get to you, Yuko-chan." Ahiko nudged her encouragingly

"You shouldn't let it get you down, Yuko." Misaka said softly offering the young girl a very small but understanding smile. Yuko had yet to grow thick skin, "We're used to this by now, besides people get out of our way without us having to push them out of our way or tell them to move."

"Very well said." Aito smirked at Misaka for a moment, eyes zoning on her blue thick hair for a moment before he tore his gaze away from her. "It's annoying when someone won't take a hint."

"Right..." Misaka mused in agreement.

They stopped at the front of the castle. Mikito turned her focus onto everyone gathered. "You all get some rest for now. There's nothing more we can do at this point, if you feel the need to do so go and patrol to make sure everything is clear." Her voice was soft, but even and commanding as she looked over everyone once again giving a small nod of confirmation. "Brother, sister, Yuko, Madara, and Izuna you guys come with me." Mikito said as the mammoth gates of the castle wailed and screeched as they opened up part way allowing them access. "Everyone else just relax but stay on guard."

"Roger that!" Mitsuki gave a small salute, snatching Hikaku by the wrist and dashing off with him before he could even mutter a protest.

"In that case I'll look for a new sword. I'll remain alert." Misaka said excusing herself and disappearing in a crowd of people.

"Guess I'll get a drink then." Aito shrugged lightly before walking away from them.

"Now that we have that settled." Madara said. "Let's take care of this little problem."

They ventured through the castle finally finding a door that looked old and worn enough.

Madara kicked open the large wooden door. It was to a guest room that had never been used. There was a small table in the middle of the room, on either side of it were four purple cushions for sitting and a layer of dust had built upon them contrasting their plush color. Besides a closet which was to the right on the far side and a bathroom which was to the left there wasn't much to look at. Perfect for interrogation. He cast a sidelong glance at the unconscious man resting on his shoulder, and with no hesitation tossed him into the center of the room. The wooden table exploded from the sudden impact and tremendous weight flinging chunks of wood in every direction. He entered the room next followed closely by Mikito, Izuna, Souji, Ahiko, and surprisingly Yuko.

They had tasked the others with getting rest for the moment and if they feel the need to start patrolling. But, given their recent victory there was no need to patrol and rest was well deserved.

"That was smooth, Madara." Mikito commented, kicking a piece of wood that was by her feet into the wall. "The fool didn't even wake up, I must have him harder than I expected or you didn't throw him hard enough."

Izuna silently stepped forward, grabbing the man by the arm and setting him upright against the wall watching his head slump downwards. She's got clout, that's for sure. Izuna mentally noted, turning his gaze back onto his brother. "So, what's the plan here? We just torture this guy until he screams like a banshee and confesses?" Izuna questioned with a raised eyebrow, he really didn't see any other method that was going to work besides the one he just stated. He wasn't sure if Mikito would go along with it though.

"Let's wake him up first." Souji said, turning his gaze onto Ahiko. "Use that jutsu."

"Are you sure?" Ahiko blinked widely at him, turning her gaze onto Madara and Izuna for a split second.

"A chakra binding seal won't work." Souji deduced. He looked over the Sarutobi shinobi that was their prisoner, he couldn't be a day older than twenty eight, maybe thirty. His hair was tuft and unkempt smeared with dried blood that forced it into a messy matted type of style. The first thing this man would do upon regaining consciousness was going on the attack, Sarutobi were persistent, it was always safer to kill them than letting them live. Even if it was for interrogation. His focused eyes narrowed slightly and he gave a stiff nod. "Do it."

Ahiko nodded slightly flashing through a series of three hand seals ending with the bird seal. "Shiruton! Ketsugō ōbu!" She exclaimed softly, snapping her arms forward extending them to their full length and spreading her fingers wide. She took a sharp breath swinging her arms seemingly in random patterns almost wildly and in a sporadic manner her fingers flickered and twitched and her wrists turned a few degrees each second.

Madara scowled slightly as he watched her go through the wild and to him unnecessary motions, if this was a jutsu he'd never heard of it. He wet his lips slightly as he spotted thin almost invisible strands of something coiling and wrapping around the Sarutobi shinobi pinning his arms directly to his sides and forcing him into a wild spin. The strands became more clear, it looked silverish-white in color and almost fluffy like a cloud. Madara looked over the orb that now bound the man to the wall, he could see and feel that the orb was chakra reinforced with Ahiko's own chakra.

"Okay, that should do." Ahiko relaxed her posture and let her arms fall to her sides. "He won't be getting out of that no matter how hard he tries."

"What makes you so sure?" Madara questioned.

"Well, that stuff you see there has the same composition as spider silk... Spider silk is ten times stronger than steel easily." Ahiko explained with a light smile waving her hand slightly, a bad habit she had whenever she was engrossed in explaining something or trying to illustrate her point. "My silk is chakra reinforced, it combines everything that allows the spider to catch its prey in addition to my chakra reinforcing every single inch of every single strand that you see."

"That is shrewd... Extremely shrewd" Izuna examined the silk closely. There were many 'dry' threads running along in corkscrewing, circular, and spiraling patterns. He narrowed his eyes slightly spotting more 'wet' threads, it looked as if Ahiko spit out whatever she was weaving him with and added to the orb, but that definitely wasn't the case. And, true to her word every inch of it was reinforced with her chakra making it even stronger and binding. "Shiruton... Silk release...?" Izuna clicked his tongue softly, reaching out to touch it.

"Yup! I don't advise you to touch that, if you do your finger is going to stuck." Ahiko nodded at Izuna, frowning slightly as his finger was just an inch from touching it. "You'll naturally struggle and lash out, but that'll only make it worse." She was satisfied when she seen Izuna nod and pull his finger away. "Now, how are we going to wake him up? I'd say cold water but that won't work in this scenario."

"I'll do the honors, I suppose." Souji said dryly, slamming his fist right against the shinobi's mouth feeling the skin on knuckles almost give and tear as it connected with his teeth. It didn't take long for the older man to come to his senses, cursing softly as he shook his head struggling to ignore the pain that assaulted him on all levels and made him nauseous-his knee was literally scorching right now and it took all of his years of training and experience to hold down the barren scream that wanted to rip from his throat.

"Well, that worked." Ahiko muttered softly.

"Got that right..." Yuko muttered, grimacing slightly.

Mikito crouched in front of the thrashing and glowering Sarutobi shinobi, her face devoid of any and all emotion. "Listen, your comrades have abandoned you. We know that your clan is intending to do something, we found the scroll. Save yourself time and pain and just tell us what we want to know." She stared him dead in the eye calmly despite the flash of emotions that raged through his dark irises that threatened to pierce through her chest. She didn't have any intentions of killing him if he complied, in his current condition there wasn't anything he could do to them anyways. "I have no intention of killing you, so just get this over with... It's for your own good.

"Eat a dick-"

"Answer the question!" Madara snarled slamming his fist against the same spot where Souji's made contact. The man's gums tore open flooding blood like a fountain from his mouth forcing him to spit several times in rapid succession. Madara drew his fist away from the sputtering man, letting it fall back to his side before he crossed his strong arms firmly over his chest directing a murderous glare right at him. "Do not try my patience. I am not as merciful as she is, if you want to play this game I'll send your head flying right now. I'll send it back to the rest of the monkeys in a box."

"Just confess." Yuko said, almost pleading with the older man as she centered his eyes onto him. She had seen enough death for one day, she didn't want to see anymore blood gushing from any bodies, she had killed enough. The last thing she wanted to see at this moment was Madara slicing this man's head off, for she knew for certain that he wasn't bluffing... Madara would do it with a second's hesitation. "You know it is in your best interest to just confess..." I don't want to see you die. Yuko added silently.

"You..." The man sneered at her. "Uchiha-"

"Shut up!" Izuna snapped venomously, taking it one step further and kicked the man in the face. "Enough of your petty insults, tell us what we want to know."

"Tch! I'd die before I told you Uchiha and Domou vermin anything."

There was a moment of silence where the only sound that could be heard was the labored breathing of their prisoner and quiet almost silent splatters of his blood hitting the floorboards underneath him. Madara closed his eyes for a moment, drawing in a breath.

"Izuna, kill him."

"Wait Madara!" Mikito shouted, whirling on Izuna who stopped in his place for the time being, she quickly turned her eyes onto Madara who was glaring at her with his one eye upset that she was defying him. Defying the great Madara, she resisted the urge to snort. "If we kill him now we won't figure out what their true objective is! For all we know they could be in league with the Shimura clan."

"Unlikely." Madara retorted.

"But, it's not impossible!" Mikito pressed, snapping her gaze onto their captive. She would be foolish to think that the Sarutobi and Shimura weren't working together, even if the two clans spend all of their time at each other's throats there could be something that would make them set aside their hatred for the time being and work as one group. However unlikely that may have been, there was still a chance that this was the case. She couldn't play into her pride and overlook it as impossible. "For the last time..." She clenched her teeth slightly, eyes glinting with impatience and a hint of anger. "Tell us what you know. Tell us what you're scheming up! What are you planning!?"

"Fuck you..." The man said slowly, deliberately. He glared venomously at Mikito, teeth grinding together as a sneer tore across his features once again. "You can kiss my-"

"Okay, so we're going to do things the hard way." Souji concluded coldly, his eyes narrowing to slits as he focused on their captive. He had enough of this little insulting game, three times now he had been warned at least, and three times over he has spat back in their face, even had the gall to even say something so crude to his sister. One way or another he was going to get this information out of this jackass, and then he would be disposed of promptly. "Madara and Izuna, I want you both to stay with me, as for you girls just head back to your rooms." He looked at Mikito long and hard for a moment, knowing full well she wouldn't just leave. "I'm going to need a lot of candles, get some from the damiyo."

Mikito took a soft breath, nodding her head slightly. She wasn't one for torture, she knew more than a dozen ways to make someone scream and writhe in agony, but she really couldn't stomach that. It was a lot different than ending a life swiftly with a stroke of her katana, they didn't feel any pain and if they did it was only for a fleeting second. But, torture the pain got worse over time and the person suffered rather than being mercifully put out their misery. "Very well. I'll return shortly with what you need." She conceded finally, turning to Ahiko and Yuko who made no verbal objections. "Yuko. Sister. Let's go, I'll get the candles you two wait back in the room until one of us calls for you."

"Kay!" Both girls said, exiting the room a short second later followed closely by Ahiko.

Izuna took a look around the room for a moment before turning his gaze onto Souji. "That was wise having them leave the room." Izuna noted with a slight smirk. He didn't want Yuko to witness something like this, and he was close to certain Ahiko wouldn't want to go through with it, and instead try to coax it out of the man.

"My sisters are caring... At times they can be too caring." Souji said softly, closing his eyes for a moment. That was one of the many reasons why they were both so adored and loved by their kinsmen, they both took great steps in that regard. They'd help the women clean and keep their children in line if their parents weren't present. They knew every single person's name, who was pregnant, who was expecting a child to be coming soon. What a lot of leaders didn't consider and cared about they did. "They wouldn't have agreed with this had they stayed here."

"For some reason, I believe that wholeheartedly." Madara said stifling a light chuckle. It would be like Mikito and Ahiko to get squeamish in a situation like this and try to find a different method to complete the task. It goes without say that Yuko would be the most squeamish since she had never witnessed something like this before, especially this method of torture. Madara needed to get this information and it'd be with brutal force, coaxing this clown wasn't going to work at all. Which was what those three girls were doing before. "So, we're going to use this method again?"

"Naturally." Souji nodded. "He'll only hold out for so long before the pain is too much."

Izuna made himself comfortable on the wall next to their prisoner careful not to get near the silk. He was still amazed that such an ability existed and yet he knew close to nothing of it. "Listen man, this is your last chance. In about two minutes Mikito is going to be back here and will give us what we need, you are going to endure agonizing pain for a very very long time. The girls aren't going to be here to save your sorry ass."

The Sarutobi shinobi just settled on spitting on the floor. A sign of total disrespect. "Fuck you Uchiha and Domou swine!"

"He's beyond reason." Souji shrugged in an uncaring manner. After being given this many chances only to show disrespect and slight his clan as well as the Uchiha clan, well this man wanted to die slowly and painfully.

"He's already made his mistake." Madara said darkly, glaring at the older man. "Now he'll live with the consequences of crossing paths with us. It's a shame he won't be able to tell the rest of his clan about it though."

The three men chuckled. Sarutobi were too persistent.

Usagi took a slow and soft breath as she relaxed on the hospital bed that she was hastily shoved on along with everyone else upon returning back the estate. She wanted to tell the maids, servants, and doctors that she was fine for the most part and could heal her own wounds, but they weren't trying to hear any of that. So, she just relaxed letting them work on bandaging her head where several cuts were and wrapping bandages around her torso to protect her bruised and battered ribs. It took them an hour to leave her room, and it was an hour too long. She swung her legs to the edge of her bed and stood up carefully making her way out of the room.

They needed to give a full report to the damiyo of their confrontation with the two tails and she was expected to be present. She wasn't sure how she was going to be present when her brothers as well as soon to be husband and Hashirama were injured and were a bit worse off than she was. Tobirama's arm was broken, Haji had a few cracked ribs, Syrus and Hashirama both suffered tremendous damage their armor had all but been bisected from the force and impact. Usagi peeked around a corner looking for anyone before she made a dash towards the door where her brothers were currently.

She didn't want to run into any maids since they'd shoo her off back to her room to recover. She didn't want to be rude and snap at them to leave her alone, thus she was going to avoid it altogether.

"What are you doing?"

"Tobirama!" Usagi snapped involuntarily, whirling around to face the white haired Senju. He had been so silent she didn't hear him come up behind her. She took in his current form, he was wearing his blue tunic with the yellow sash tying it together with matching blue pants, his arm was in a sling and resting gingerly near his chest. Despite his appearance his eyes still held the hard and calculated look they always have. "You know, you have a bad habit of just popping up out of nowhere."

"Better than sneaking around." Tobirama said, inclining his chin as he walked passed her heading right towards hr destination and opened the door without any hesitation. "That wouldn't happen so often if you were more aware of your surroundings." Tobirama added staring at her for a long moment before he entered the room, Usagi trailed close behind him biting her tongue to stay quiet. She couldn't argue with his logic.

On three hospital beds lied Hashirama, Syrus, and Haji. Their armor had been long discarded and they changed into their usual attire. There was an addition of thick bandages wrapped around one side of Hashirama's head and his arm was in a sling. Syrus was barely sitting upright watching the doctor tend to his wounds, like Hashirama his head was bandaged on one side and his torso like her own was wrapped in thick bandages. Lastly Haji had his arm in a sling and a part of his head was wrapped in bandages.

"How are you guys feeling?" Usagi asked making her way over to a red cushion and sat on her knees looking up at them curiously and with intent. Tobirama made his way towards her taking the cushion next to her but decided to sit with his legs crossed, carefully positioning himself so he didn't agitate his injuries any further.

"A little better..." Hashirama said, tilting his head to the side for a moment only for the doctor to put it straight again. "I really wish I didn't have to wear this..." He nodded at the bandages. Though everyone present knew he really meant he wish he could heal his wounds and as soon as he was done heal theirs.

"We're still in one piece." Haji said with a dry laugh. He nodded to the doctor that tended to his wounds as the older man left the room, shortly followed by Hashirama's doctor and Syrus's. "I'm just ready to leave as soon as we're done talking with the damiyo to be honest." He stood to his feet, careful not to move his arm too much or any other body part for that matter, even breathing caused a small degree of pain since some of his ribs were cracked while others were bruised. They were lucky to be in this condition after fighting the two tails, normally nobody survived an encounter with the Tailed Beasts. "Hashirama, you think you can heal yourself?"

"Of course!" Hashirama said, focusing sharply for a moment before a light sizzling sound echoed around the room. First his cuts healed rapidly stitching themselves shut. Next his bones that were broken or dislocated popped back into place and were mended, he only hissed softly as the shearing pain turned into a dull ache that faded after a few minutes. With one hand he unwrapped the bandages from his head, he didn't even look like he had been through a war, he looked good as new. "That's a lot better! Now I can see out of both eyes!"

"Just hurry up and heal the rest of us." Syrus said with a bit of impatience.

"Oh, right!" Hashirama rushed to Usagi first and in a few short moments healed her wounds completely. He then made his way around the trio healing all of their wounds and mending any bones if they were broken.

"Wow!" Usagi breathed, running her hand along the length of her forehead several times and peered at it for several long seconds. There wasn't a single trace of blood on her person save for her clothes just slightly. She brought her hand up again rubbing her forehead more furiously, but just like the first time she didn't see a single trace of it. "Where'd you learn to do that, Hashirama-kun?"

"Oh, well practice." Hashirama laughed softly, scratching the back of his head nervously. "I'm pretty good, huh?"

"It's great!" Usagi beamed. "I never knew you could heal this good. Aren't you a bit tired? You didn't even form any hand seals!"

"Well..." Hashirama chuckled, still scratching the back of his head with a nervous grin.

"Ehm." Tobirama cleared his throat loudly followed quickly by Syrus as both of them stared at Usagi and Hashirama with just slight annoyance. These two could sit here and go back and forth for hours with questions and answers, and Tobirama was certain Usagi would have a lot of questions, she was very inquisitive a trait he was very fond of. Nonetheless medical ninjutsu wasn't widely practiced and save for his brother very, very few even took the time to practice it. Why would one waste so much time and effort when they could spew out barrages of fire or summon hundred foot slabs of rock, quite simply they wouldn't waste their time. "As much as I want to give you both time to discuss this in depth, we have other things to attend to that are more important." He turned his gaze onto Haji. "Do you know if he's in?"

"He said when we're able to meet him in his chambers."

The damiyo sat poised and calm behind his desk with his hands cupped in front of him. He got the reports of the Senju's and Subatsu's latest confrontation by his trust soldiers, though a report wasn't needed... He could feel the ground and earth literally shake threatening to split his estate into pieces, the air had been coated with a dark and sinister aura. It demanded attention and caused despair if one looked into it too much. Admittedly he was more than worried when the shaking and quaking began, he couldn't sense chakra like a shinobi could, but whatever happened in that battle it was almost beyond comprehension. His eyes took in the appearance of the four men sitting before him, if only all of those who fought alongside of them could be present, but they were being more than accommodated for their efforts. "Syrus-san. Hashirama-san. Tobirama-san. Haji-san. Usagi-san." He started in a composed tone. "I've gotten reports of the conflict, but I would like to hear it from those who were actually there rather than a frivolous report that excluded several things."

"We're in one piece!" Usagi beamed a smile at him. It was unusual for a noble to care so much about shinobi. But, she appreciated the gesture very much. "It was in the cave system just as you said, though we had to be at least a few thousand feet underground when we did encounter the two tails." She explained, keeping her back straight and chin up as she spoke, she had a lot of lessons on manners growing up.

"To sum it up..." Syrus paused, thinking deeply for a moment. "...It was nothing short of hell."'

The damiyo nodded, his brows knitting together for a second. "And, tell me where is the two tails now?"

"No idea." Haji replied dryly.

"You all have no idea?"

"To be more precise, we can't truly answer that question." Tobirama spoke up, his expression was stoic as ever. "The two tails can't be sensed through normal means, even if I searched night and day for even a glimpse of its chakra I wouldn't find anything in the long run of things." He explained succinctly. It unsettled him that he couldn't sense the two tails at all despite only being a few hundred to a few thousand meters away from it before it went on its sporadic rampage. If it had been anyone or anything else he would've felt their chakra within an instant... What made the Bijuu so different? "Knowing this, I conclude that the Bijuu can't be sensed through normal means, so where it is now I can not say for certain. But, I do know that it is no longer near here."

"Are you sure of that?" The damiyo questioned.

"Almost one hundred percent." Hashirama replied, his expression unusually stern, but this was a serious meeting and he never failed to be serious if the time called for it. "Please understand that we can't be one hundred percent sure, just as a last chance thing... We have to stay prepared." The leader of the Senju paused, setting his jaw slightly. "But, I can tell you this without any hesitation... The two tails isn't in the cave system, I know that for a fact because I seen it run away once it unleashed it's attack at me and Syrus intending to destroy the entire surrounding landscape... My guess is... It wanted to be left alone more than anything, but, unfortunately it was too close to this village and had to be removed." He wet his mouth, licking the corner of his lip. "We've risked our lives to ensure this village will remain at peace despite the times of the world that we live in, I can't promise you totally that the beast won't come back... But as of today it is nowhere near here. Your village is safe."

The damiyo was silent for several long moments, he didn't speak nor look at any of them. His eyes remained fixed on his desk at a smalls stack of papers that were neatly stacked. Hashirama exchanged a nervous glance with everyone next to him, Tobirama folded his arms tightly over his chest awaiting the damiyo's response, Syrus and Haji both stared at the damiyo with intent gazes waiting to hear his response, and Usagi tried not to fidget as the atmosphere in the room turned a little too tense for her taste. "I understand, you've all done very well. I must thank you both Hashirama-san and Syrus-san for if it weren't for your combined efforts I'm doubtful we'd be having this conversation right now." Finally the damiyo spoke, and the shinobi and one kunoichi took a collective breath. "So, in celebration of your triumph let's have a party!"

"Sir, I couldn't-" Syrus started only to be cut off.

"I insist! It is the least I can do to show my gratitude!" The damiyo said, almost pressing it on them so they have no chance to argue. He quickly rummaged through his desk and slowly started putting their payment out for them keeping it under a delicate white cloth. "Here is your payment, I've doubled it since you took care of the Hyuga and Sarutobi as well, I hope this is more than enough."

"Of course." The four in attendance bowed respectfully. They raised their heads after a moment taking steady breaths again.

"Now, enough of such stiff talk. I'll prepare the party, you all just get some rest and get ready... Distribute this amongst yourselves." The damiyo said sliding their payment forward and rising up from his chair with measured poise honed from years of teaching and living as a noble and exited swiftly several of his servants following after him as he ordered them to grab and prepare several things.

A party..." Usagi looked like she was ready to fall over from exhaustion. "I'd just like to take a nap more than anything."

"Sister, don't be rude..." Haji said.

"It'd be rude not to indulge a little." Tobirama said almost in a chiding manner, he was beginning to think if Usagi didn't want to do something well she wasn't going to do it and it was as simple as that. "That goes for you too brother, you'll be indulging as well. As for the payment we'll split it evenly."

"Well, I guess I have no choice." Hashirama said looking at the expectant stares being delivered at him. "And, I have no arguments against that."

"Nor do I." Haji said. "We'll split it right down the middle."

"I'd like to take a nap too, but our brothers both bring up good points." Syrus said crossing his arms over his chest. "We can indulge a little since tomorrow we have that to take care of." Syrus said with a bit of hesitation. There was just something that didn't sit well with him and this whole ordeal, but he'd just have to wait to see what went down during the meeting. "You're capable of healing the others, right?" Syrus gave Hashirama a curious glance.

"More than capable!" Hashirama gave a firm nod a small grin crossing his features. "To be honest, I've been waiting to do that!"