Madara And Hashirama Shaking Hands Novels & Stories

Time flew and by the time they finally peeled away from each other, the rest of the hunters had dispatched, leaving the two standing alone. “Best of friends,” Nneamaka said, smiling weakly. “You remembered,” Ejima chuckled. She turned behind and realized just then that the rest of the hunters had left them. “We don’t need them,” Nneamaka whispered and took her hands, “We need us. We would do this together, like old times.” “Like old times,” Ejima nodded but the leaves that were crushed under the weight of something, from the right hand of the forest, got their attention. However, their curiosity eased out when they saw the braided hair.

a rough voice murmurs "Are you okay?" Oh, no. No I prayed for a living soul but not this one. It was Hinata. One of the most fearsome members of the renowned mafia group Yakuzas, otheriwse known as "Bloods & Sins". "huh, yeah I'm great" I tried to brush off the panic, casually drawing away from him and avoiding his concerned gaze as if I don't have a care in the world. But, in reality, my fear had only been heightened. "Sorry to worry you, have a nice night."