UK:GSW Chapter 456 – Senju Hashirama: Hahaha~ Being the bad guy is so damn fun
Muzi was upset—upset at the other version of herself. After all, her best friend had been stolen away by that other self, no longer playing with her. The fun was gone. How could she tolerate that?
Of course she couldn't!
She had worked so hard for so long, painstakingly pulling her bitter and vengeful best friend back from the brink, using illusion games as a way to keep him company and help him regain hope in the world—making him willing to fight once more for the Hidden Leaf Village and for the ninja world.
And just when the results were finally showing… that other self suddenly popped up, hogging her best friend's time in endless play sessions. What was this? Wasn't this just stealing the fruit of her labor?
It was simply too much to swallow!
Muzi felt a deep sense of humiliation and frustration.
There was no doubt—this was infuriating.
And Muzi was not someone who liked to bottle up her displeasure. Though she usually appeared all smiles and laughter, acting like a cheerful goofball every day, when something actually happened, she was a person of extremely high initiative.
Like now—feeling this deep annoyance, Muzi took the initiative to contact "Radama-senpai" through the illusion network, directly switching to interrogation mode:
"Radama-senpai, who have you been playing illusion games with lately? Why is it that I see you online so often, but you're not playing with me and are off playing other games instead?"
At that moment, the so-called Radama-senpai—Uchiha Madara—instantly broke into a cold sweat.
Even though the contact was via the illusion network's friends feature and was text-only, the mere words alone somehow made Madara feel flustered, as if the thought "Crap, I've been caught!" had just leapt into his mind.
It was strange—after all, with Madara's personality, in situations like this he would normally brush it off with something like, "I, Uchiha Madara, have no need to explain my actions to anyone."
But facing Muzi's "polite inquiry," Madara could almost see the girl smiling at him—kind and friendly on the surface, but radiating an intense pressure.
This is bad! Bad bad bad!
I'm in trouble!
I've been spending way too much time playing with Hashirama lately—Muzi's caught on!
Madara swallowed hard.
Then—BOOM! An explosion sounded nearby, the shockwave hitting Madara and knocking down a bit of his HP bar. The booming, carefree laughter of Hashirama No.2 rang out:
"Hahahahaha~~ Madara, what are you daydreaming for over there? Come on! Hahahaha~~~ The guards are here! Hahahaha~~~"
Appearing alongside Hashirama No.2 was the sight of him wearing a "Da Xi King" mask, grinning like a fool, with a huge sack slung over his back. The half-open mouth of the sack revealed stacks of game currency—"Holy Capital Coins."
Anyone who had played the illusion game The Last Ninja knew this was the universal in-game currency. Its appearance here meant only one thing: they were in the game's online mode.
Their current location looked like a steampunk city reminiscent of the Hidden Rain Village, though far larger, divided into multiple districts. They were in one of the city's commercial districts.
This was the largest city in the game, where many storylines took place. In online mode, it was also the most active hub for players—its design inspired by Grand Los Santos Legends Online.
Right now, Madara and Hashirama No.2 were teamed up for a bank robbery mission—a classic heist. While they played as the robbers, other players took on the roles of ninja trying to catch them.
At the moment, they had just burst out of the bank and were beginning their getaway.
It was clear Hashirama No.2 was having a blast. The thrill of playing a villain was something he had never experienced in life—it was exciting.
After all, the ninja world's most famous naïve fool, the so-called "God of Shinobi" who could kneel and beg others to accept his ideals of peace, was hardly the type to do bad things in reality. His worst misdeeds were probably stabbing his best friend in the back and having a gambling habit.
But that didn't mean Hashirama truly wanted to be a goody-two-shoes forever. He had to be one—his dream was peace, his ideal was to create a village to protect everyone, and he needed to safeguard that hard-won peace.
To achieve that, he had to suppress a lot of his own impulses, becoming the "good Hokage"—even if it meant stabbing his best friend.
Now, though, things were different. No burdens of responsibility, no "idol" image to uphold—he could live purely according to his own will.
And here, in the illusion game, he didn't have to worry about hurting anyone. He could truly let himself go.
With Madara egging him on, Hashirama No.2 felt as if he'd gone back to his youth—those days when nothing mattered.
The result? He was now the very picture of a gleeful, over-the-top villain, like a gangster from an old Hong Kong movie—laughing wildly as he ran off with stolen cash.
As for how many people he had to kill in the process? He didn't care. Knowing these NPCs would respawn instantly, he went further than Madara would have—completely clearing the area. Bank staff, bystanders—anyone with a visible HP bar was wiped out.
Yeah… Hashirama No.2 was perfectly suited for this kind of environment—a pure, unrestrained villain.
It's often said: the more well-behaved someone is in real life, the wilder they'll be in games—especially when there are zero consequences.
This was an advantage Muzi didn't have.
When she first started playing illusion games and approached Madara, she had a goal—to save her best friend. Even in-game, under a disguise, she couldn't completely let loose.
Not that she was acting—just that she was restrained, whereas Hashirama No.2 was totally unrestrained.
And as everyone knows, in games and online, the degree of freedom one allows oneself can make the same person seem like two completely different people.
A perfect example of human diversity.
It also proved yet again—illusion games were damn fun.
Looking at Hashirama No.2 now—so brazen, so unlike the man Madara once knew—even Madara found him almost unrecognizable.
Not that Madara thought it strange. As a veteran of illusion games and the illusion network, he knew better than anyone how different a person could be in the illusion world. Even he had two faces—one for the illusion world, one for reality.
But right now, none of that mattered to him. What mattered was the message from Muzi sitting in his friend list, making him feel like a dad who'd snuck out to party all night with his bros and had just been caught red-handed by his daughter.
Flustered, Madara made several mistakes in the heist. And in this game, there was no stat overpower—just skill synergy and technique.
When you messed up too much, even Madara would get wiped out.
Sure enough, before they could reach the safe zone, they were surrounded by guards, city watch, and even other players. Their five-person robbery crew—Madara, Hashirama No.2, and three NPC helpers—was completely taken down.
Mission failed. Both were "killed," losing all purchased gear. They didn't actually die—they respawned outside the prison, implying they'd served time before being released.
Now both stood there in ragged clothes, staring at each other.
Hashirama No.2 burst into laughter, teasing his friend for making so many rookie mistakes and getting them both thrown in jail—losing most of their stuff.
It was rare to see Madara fail like this, which made Hashirama No.2 so happy—finally seeing a side of his friend he'd never seen before.
Madara's face darkened at the teasing, but he was helpless—he'd been helpless against his best friend for nearly a century.
After laughing enough, Hashirama No.2 asked curiously:
"Madara, what's up with you? That wasn't like you at all. Did someone PM you earlier? I saw you suddenly space out."
Then his eyes lit up as he quickly added:
"Wait—you've made a good friend in the illusion game too, haven't you? What kind of person is it? For someone to be your friend, they must be really great! Can you introduce us?"
Madara's expression darkened further.
Seriously? Did you just imply that anyone who could be friends with him must have a saintly personality to put up with his bad temper?
Okay… maybe that was true… but did you really have to say it?
Madara wanted to hit him.
But looking into Hashirama No.2's clear, foolish eyes, he could only twitch his face, sigh, and say:
"There is indeed such a person—a girl named Muzi…"
Here, Madara paused, giving Hashirama a strange look.
In the game, Madara's avatar was a slightly altered version of his younger self, so his expressions were vivid—enough for Hashirama No.2, who was using a similarly altered young version of himself, to notice immediately.
"A girl named Muzi? What kind of girl is she, to earn your special regard?"
Madara was silent for a moment before saying:
"Hashirama, reincarnation does exist in the ninja world. But it's different from the reincarnation we normally imagine. If a person's soul is strong enough, it can reincarnate along with its chakra."
"For example, our ancestors Indra and Asura—the sons of the Sage of Six Paths—had extremely strong chakra and souls. Because of grudges from a thousand years ago, they are reborn in every generation, always entangled with each other."
"According to Kei-kun, the most recent reincarnations… are you and me."
Hashirama No.2's eyes went wide.
"Huh? You and me? Uh, Madara, you're saying… you and I are our own ancestors?"
Madara almost broke character. After several twitches, he forced down the urge to hit him and said:
"No. We simply carry the chakra of Indra and Asura—you are Asura, I am Indra. As for us, we are ourselves."
Seeing Hashirama still confused, Madara sighed and decided to simplify:
"Forget it. Just know this—the girl named Muzi… is your reincarnation in this world. In other words, her previous life was this world's Senju Hashirama."
Hashirama No.2 froze for a moment, then his eyes widened in shock.
"What? You're saying that girl is me? Uh, why? Why would I be reincarnated as a girl? Wait—why would this world's me be reincarnated, while I'm just a soul sleeping in the Pure Land? No… I remember my soul was sealed into the Shinigami's stomach and forced to fight endlessly…"
He mumbled on, full of confusion.
Madara, now well-read, just snorted coldly:
"Isn't it obvious? Two worlds are still two worlds. Even if they have many similarities, they also have many differences."
"For example—the illusion game and illusion network were inventions of this world's Uchiha. Your world's Uchiha not only failed to invent them—they were even wiped out. A bunch of useless fools!"
By the end, his dissatisfaction and anger were obvious.
Hashirama No.2 shrank his neck, eyes darting away.
After all, the Hidden Leaf that allowed the Uchiha massacre to happen… was the very one he founded.
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