No Fine Thing
This place basically could not undergo any major changes, because one of the most fundamental traits of a clan was tradition.
Of course, that was a matter of personal preference, and the village had no way to interfere.
"When does the Festival Gala start again? I've been waiting forever."
"You idiot, go home and wait. It's only six now, and the sky just got dark. The gala doesn't officially start until eight, and it runs until midnight for the New Year countdown."
"Huh? There are still two hours before it starts? I'm from the Otherworld, so I didn't know."
The man looked helplessly at his Otherworld friend beside him. "Hurry up and go home to wait. There are still two hours. Don't freeze yourself sick."
"It's not that bad. I'll stroll around up ahead, look for some food, and the time should pass pretty quickly. Thanks, friend. See you again if fate allows."
The man also waved at him. "All right, see you again if fate allows."
At this hour, the whole of Konoha could be said to be waiting for the Festival Gala.
At the same time, everyone was also preparing the ingredients needed for dinner. After all, a festival was a festival, but you couldn't forget to eat.
Inside the Yunzhong Clan Grounds, Lord Torifu sent Smart Puppets to assist Uchiha Chirori, Kushina, Riya, and Uchiha Mikoto.
Yahiko, Konan, Haoyuan, and the others from the Uchiha Clan and Uzumaki Clan were also helping out on the side. Chopping vegetables, washing vegetables, taking out the trash—these time-consuming and labor-intensive tasks were all handled by them.
As for Lord Torifu, he was discussing matters with Minato and Amado, while Arashi listened from the side.
"Big Brother, when are you planning to turn on the Holographic Projection? Are