Lao Yin, You Really Will Make Money off Anything

Uchiha Gin, who knew nothing of the open rivalry between great nations or the hidden struggles within villages, was receiving a guest who had come from afar.

Inside Dairo Grilled Meat, now without Da Lang,

The plump pork belly arranged neatly on the grill gave off waves of enticing charred fragrance under the charcoal fire. Uchiha Gin skillfully sprinkled on the seasoning and asked without even looking up,

"Old uncle, what wind blew you here?"

Sitting across from him was Uchiha Tajima, his hair white but his spirit still vigorous.

"Did Madara come back?"

"How did you—oh! Izuna must have tipped you off, right?"

Uchiha Gin nodded in sudden realization. He casually placed the best-grilled piece into his own bowl, then generously presented a charred piece of meat to his respected elder.

Looking at the meat in his bowl, which had undergone a little too much Maillard reaction, Uchiha Tajima's weathered eye twitched fiercely, his face full of helplessness.

"That's right. Where are they now?"

Having lost all appetite, he put down his chopsticks and continued asking.

"They left."

"They left?"

Uchiha Tajima froze. He had only received Izuna's message not long ago, then rushed here day and night just to secretly catch a glimpse of his precious eldest son.

"They left decisively. The kind where they didn't even look back."

Uchiha Gin nodded as he stuffed grilled meat into his mouth.

"That brat didn't even go pay respects to the family ancestors' memorial tablets, did he?"

"That's right~ That's right~"

Still resentful that his older cousin had not prepared him a birthday gift, Uchiha Gin snidely tattled on him.

"That unfilial bastard! Let him suffer out there! He can forget about ever returning to Wave Country to enjoy wealth and glory in this lifetime!"

Furious at Uchiha Madara's disgraceful,