Tekka and Yashiro: Let's Celebrate the Kids; Yaoyu: Fuck
Tekka immediately chimed in, completing the statement with an extremely serious tone. "That's right, this is a great opportunity and Great Breakthrough for the new generation. Yaoyu, don't be stingy, bring out some good wine and let the children celebrate properly."
Hearing their blatant lies, Yaoyu was completely dumbfounded. She glared at them, both angry and speechless, her composure crumbling on the spot. "You two bastards! You switched sides way way too fast! You were all so businesslike just now, and the moment you heard 'alcohol,' your faces changed completely!"
Chunwu and Rin, who were not far away, clearly heard the entire conversation. They exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes filled with speechlessness and disbelief, while they silently grumbled to themselves.
They knew perfectly well that these two seniors weren't celebrating their breakthrough at all; they were just using them as a pretext to satisfy their own craving for alcohol!
Even though he had long since left the Ninja World, the clan rules established by Uchiha Natsu had never been abolished—the three prohibitions for ninjas: pornography, gambling, and alcohol. In order to protect the physical development of the clan members and to cultivate their character, all clan members under the age of eighteen were strictly prohibited from drinking alcohol.
Both of them are a full year away from adulthood, which is the age when alcohol is strictly prohibited, and they cannot touch a single drop of alcohol.
As a result, Yashiro and Tekka brazenly used their breakthrough as an excuse to freeload on drinks, their scheme both shrewd and blatant.
The two harbored resentment and ranted. "Damn you, Uncle Yashiro and Uncle Tekka! You're shameless!"
They clearly wanted to drink Uncle Taoho's good wine, but they insisted on using us as an excuse!
We're still in Prohibition, you bastards!
Despite their pent-up grievances and complaints, the two dared only keep them to themselves and dared not utter a word of them in public.
They knew perfectly well that if they dared to expose their senior's little scheme now, they would be met with a tailor-made, double-intensity hellish training upon returning to Origin Island.
Weighing the pros and cons, the two could only obediently pretend to be well-behaved juniors, keeping quiet and silently accepting their fate.
Meanwhile, Yaoyu looked at the situation before her and found herself completely isolated and helpless.
In front of him was Ace, who was stirring up trouble; beside him were Yashiro and Tekka, who had instantly switched sides; even his own younger brother, Yakumi, was staring at him with wide eyes and an expectant look, clearly wanting a taste of the fine wine.
He knew perfectly well that he had no control over the situation today.
If he dared to be stingy and refuse to budge, he would definitely be surrounded and dealt with by the four of them, and in the end he would still lose the wine and suffer a beating for nothing.
Overwhelmed with resentment and heartache, Yaoyu finally gave in.
He raised his hand and grasped the two ancient, sealed scrolls at his waist, his heart filled with reluctance.
Unbeknownst to outsiders, this scroll contains over a dozen jars of top-quality wine, each taller than a person, all of which are the private collection of fine wines personally brewed by Uchiha Taoho over several years.
He had gone to great lengths to persuade Taoho, a notoriously stingy miser, to part with this batch of wine, intending to keep it as a personal treasure and enjoy it in his spare time.
Unexpectedly, Ace exposed him in public today, completely shattering his plans.
Yaoyu gritted his teeth in pain, his fingertips surging with pure Chakra, and slowly untied the layers of seals on the scroll.
As a faint halo of light swirled, ten perfectly sealed jars of fine wine, rich in aroma, landed with a thud, settling steadily on the beach.
The rich and lingering aroma of the wine instantly filled the air, spreading across the entire beach.
He was extremely careful, secretly hiding several jars of the finest wine deep within the scroll, intending to enjoy them alone in the future.
Even though he had already kept some for himself, looking at the ten jars of his treasured collection that were about to be divided up by everyone, he still felt a pang of heartache, his lips twitching and his face turning ashen.
"A bunch of robbers, this is pure robbery!" Yaoyu muttered in a low voice, full of resentment, "The good wine we finally managed to get from Taoho has been stolen by you..."
On the beachhead, the smoke of battle has cleared, and the fierce fighting has temporarily subsided.
There was no grand, noisy party, just a warm atmosphere of relaxed conversation and playful banter among a group of people.
The chilling, bloody atmosphere of the past few days of battles has completely melted away, replaced by a relaxed and friendly atmosphere among comrades.
The group decided to take advantage of the rare peace and quiet to barbecue, drink, relax, and chat, thus relieving the fatigue accumulated from days of fierce battles.
On the deserted island beach where the smoke of battle had completely dissipated, a gentle evening breeze carried the cool scent of sea salt, dispelling the last trace of the chilling, deadly atmosphere of the battlefield.
The tense standoff that had just erupted has long since ended, and the entire sea has returned to peace, with only the gentle waves lapping against the shore rocks, creating a soft, soothing sound that adds a touch of tranquility to this post-battle respite.
Sabo rolled up his sleeves, his movements swift and composed, and walked alone into the shallow sea area.
Several large Sea Kings, killed by the aftershocks of the great battle, floated on the nearshore waters. Their enormous size and succulent flesh made them perfect for cooking and relieving fatigue.
He skillfully manipulated his abilities, dragging the heavy carcasses of several Sea Kings ashore one by one, arranging them neatly on the open beach. The heavy bodies pressed down on the fine sand, carrying the damp scent of the sea.
Meanwhile, Ace had already taken the initiative to get to work.
With a slight twitch of his fingertips, the Flame-Flame Fruit power of the Flame-Flame Fruit quietly erupted, and orange-red flames soared into the air, precisely igniting the pre-arranged frame of dry branches and wood.
A blazing, warm campfire suddenly formed, with crackling sparks leaping and rising, its bright Kakkō instantly illuminating the entire beach.
He skillfully cut and skewered the thick chunks of Sea Kings meat, then slowly roasted them over the campfire. The high temperature gently seared the firm meat, causing the fine oil to sizzle and seep out. The rich and mellow aroma of the meat spread freely with the evening breeze, completely dispelling the lingering smell of gunpowder and blood that had plagued everyone for days.
The atmosphere around the campfire was relaxed and warm. Robin and Brook sat side by side on the ground, the soft sand making the surroundings feel especially peaceful.
The brothers Yaoyu and Yakumi also let down their guard and casually sat down to the side. They shed their fierce and ruthless demeanor from the battlefield and became more relaxed and at ease.
Without naval pressure, without powerful enemies surrounding them, and without the turmoil of war, everyone was simply a traveler who had endured many hardships, chatting and reminiscing over the warmth of the campfire, soothing their physical and mental exhaustion from days of fighting.
Ace fiddled with the kebabs in his hands, looking at the peaceful scene before him, a deep sense of nostalgia and tenderness welling up in his eyes.
He spoke first, slowly recounting the distant days on Windmill Island, his voice gentle and soothing as he recounted the deep-seated memories of his youth.
Sabo chimed in as needed, and the two brothers took turns recounting their stories, detailing every little detail of their lives from childhood to adulthood.
They talked about Luffy's reckless and unruly childhood, how he loved to show off and cause trouble even at a young age, how he would secretly follow his two older brothers on sea adventures, how he would repeatedly fall and get covered in bruises but still show no remorse;