The room was filled with the aroma of food under the warm glow of the lights, but the people seated around the table weren't the least bit interested in the feast. They craned their necks, staring intently at the center of the room.
Madara's fame had long preceded him. Plenty of them had even fought alongside him before, so what truly piqued their curiosity was—
the long scroll in his hands.
The crisp rustle of paper unfurling in the air drew everyone's attention.
The scroll slipped from Madara's hands and spread across the floor like a river of stars. As the wind died down, it slowly settled flat, its black sealing formula lying still beneath the pale yellow light.
Hagoromo Jun rubbed his stomach and sighed regretfully. So much for eating on time. He clapped his hands a few times.
The crowd began to retreat like a receding tide. They knew the meeting was about to begin.
The room, bustling just moments before, was now left with only a handful of people.
Rikusei, who was focused on his meal, couldn't care less about what was in the scroll. Filling his stomach was what mattered most.
At the center of the room, Madara gathered chakra in his hand and pressed it against the scroll. The half-unfurled scroll instantly gave off a cloud of smoke. With a loud poof, numerous iron boxes of various shapes appeared on the floor.
As he savored the sweetness in his mouth, Rikusei silently grumbled to himself about Uzumaki Ashina.
The Uzumaki Clan were masters of Sealing Jutsu, yet they had gone to the trouble of hauling their supplies to Konoha by carriage. The lantern-lit convoy had streamed into the streets, making quite a spectacle.
As the saying went, the older, the wiser. He still had a