"Ah!"
Seeing that the old man ignored him after finishing the fried chicken, Asuka's eyelid twitched. He turned around and went back to his other tasks.
That was how free samples worked. Out of a hundred people who tried it, getting twenty to buy was already pretty good.
Watching Uchiha Asuka's retreating back, Madara's gaze gradually turned cold.
The past was in the past.
Besides, he had gotten in This Old One's way.
With that thought, he looked again at Shukaku, who was sprinkling Chili Powder, and his eyelid twitched.
He could not understand how that person had managed it—actually making a tailed beast work.
By the time the sun slanted westward and the crowd dispersed, Uchiha Madara still had not spotted anything unusual about Shukaku.
"Hey!"
At that moment, Asuka glanced at the old man across the street, whose hair stuck up wildly, whose face was covered in wrinkles, and whose clothes clearly had not been washed in a long time. He lowered his head and spoke to the Orange Cat lying on the chair.
"Fei Fei, that old man's been staring at us all day, hasn't he?"
"Mm!"
The Orange Cat nodded and muttered softly.
"Asuka, should we give him a bucket? Could he be like those old people at the market who pick up discarded vegetable leaves, waiting for us to pack up so he can come clean up the leftovers?"
"Doesn't seem like it!"
Asuka shook his head.
Though the old man had only said one sentence to him, the aloof air he occasionally gave off made him seem unlike an ordinary person.
And the way he looked at Asuka was a little unsettling, just like how Asuka used to look at virtual characters when he played games.
Thinking of that, he kindly walked over to