The most prosperous Shopping Street has already opened its doors, and the hot steam of scones and noodle soup floats out from the small shop.
As soon as a few people walked in, the originally lively street quickly became quiet.
Someone recognized Ye and the young men at the center of Uzumaki, and when they saw Madara's dazzling red armor, they all instinctively gave way.
Someone saw those purple wavy eyes from a distance, the vegetable basket in his hand fell to the ground, and his legs went weak and he squatted on the roadside.
Madara didn't pay attention to these movements at all, and walked Earth Flow in a leisurely manner, no different from strolling in his own back garden.
Passing by an old Ninja Tools store, the Gunbai pattern used in the early days of the village was still hanging on the door.
Madara stopped for a moment and sighed, "This street was still a wasteland back then."
Then continue forward.
"Grandpa, that barbecue restaurant in front is good!"
Ye pointed directly at the most impressive store.
The store door has been newly painted, and the cheapest plate of meat on the menu costs 300 taels.
The old man is here today, so there is no way we can make do with this meal.
As for paying?
Just kidding, the clan leader will definitely be happy to pay for it!
"The best private room, the best meat, all served here!"
I walked into the restaurant at night and pushed the menu back unceremoniously.
"Wait a moment, everyone! Get ready now!"
In less than a quarter of an hour, the box door was closed, cutting off the noise outside.
The table was full of top-quality frosty beef, marinated pork belly and a whole plate of lamb chops spread out on two levels.
The charcoal fire burned red, the meat pieces fell onto the iron mesh, and the fat sizzled quickly.
The salty aroma mixed with the smell of charcoal fire filled the box, and Ye's stomach growled.
Ye's movements were as skillful as those of a barbecue master who had been working for eight hundred years. He picked up a large piece of freshly cooked meat and stuffed it into Madara's bowl.
"Grandpa, please try this. The heat is just right for the most fragrant food. Eat more. It's not cheap. What's left is a big loss!"
Madara looked at the meat in the bowl and frowned slightly when he heard the word "not cheap".
In his memory, he had suffered too much during the night. Even a piece of meat had to be divided into several meals when he was a child.
Now the grandson can finally eat his fill at the best barbecue restaurant in Konoha. The cold murderous intention in Rinnegan has long disappeared, leaving only the sense of peace and contentment that an old man feels when watching his junior eat.
[Ding! The comfort value from Madara Uchiha is +4200!]
Madara didn't move his chopsticks in a hurry, but first pushed a plate of freshly grilled lamb chops in front of Ye: "Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."
Opposite the long table, Obito, Kakashi and Lin were sitting in a row. The scene was strange.
Obito was holding the bowl, his chopsticks piercing the rice without moving, but his eyes were wildly turning back and forth between Ye and Madara.
The problem in his throat was about to burst.
When did you recognize it?
How did you recognize it?
Isn't Madara dead?
How much more has your kid hidden?!
But every time he was about to open his mouth, his peripheral vision would catch sight of Madara's indifferent profile.
The aura that freely overflowed made his whole body stiff, and his mouth felt as if it was welded shut.
Kakashi was even worse. He didn't even take off his mask, and his chopsticks were placed on the table without moving.
The man next to me is the man who is facing Todoroki with First Hokage!
He didn't even dare to breathe.
Lin's situation is slightly better, at least she can still pretend to drink soup with her head down.
But the spoon almost hit the bottom of the bowl, and the oil on the soup surface was still full, and there was no missing bite.
Ye was chewing the meat, it was so hot that he even took in his breath but didn't want to spit it out. He glanced at the three of them vaguely. "Eat it, what are you doing with it? I don't want you to pay for it."
Obito swallowed hard and said in a pitifully low voice, "Ye, this is about your grandpa..."
"We'll talk about it when we get back, let's start with the food."
Ye didn't even raise his head, and gave Madara another piece of Wuhua.
Madara picked up the piece of meat and put it into his mouth, nodded, and then glanced at the three stiff teenagers opposite. "Do you have anything to say?"
The three of them shook their heads at the same time.
"No!"
Obito shouted so hastily that he knocked down the wooden staff leaning against him with his foot, making a clang sound that made his face turn pale with fright.
Madara looked at Obito's injured leg that was splinted, and said in a calm tone, "Eat more, and your leg will heal faster."
"Yes!"
Obito straightened up and hurriedly stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the meat.
When the scene changed, the footsteps of Ye Yiyi's group had just disappeared at the corner of the street, and the ruins on Hokage Building were still lifeless.
The cold wind in the early morning passed through the broken wall, and a corner of the cloak at the bottom of the pit was blown by the wind.
Hiruzen Sarutobi bent down and pressed the edge of the cloth, completely covering Danzo's deadpan face, and then slowly stood up straight.
The broken pipe cut open his palm, and blood dripped down his wrist into his cuff.
He ignored it and just bent down to pick up half of the cigarette holder.
Several ANBU carried the wounded away, and when they passed Danzo's fallen broken arm, their steps were obviously faster.
The Sharingan between the bark of the tree has not yet closed, and the scarlet eyes are stained with mud and water, which makes people feel sick to their stomachs.
Seeing that Madara Uchiha had walked away, Utatane Koharu rubbed his bruised knee, looked at Hiruzen first, and then exchanged a dejected look with Mitokado Homura.
Her eyes flickered for a few seconds, then returned to her usual aloof look.
In order to cover up the embarrassment of being forced to kneel down to Madara just now, the fear on Koharu's face quickly faded, and he immediately raised his voice by three points.
"Hiruzen, look at the good things you have done."
She pointed in the direction Madara left and assumed the dignity of a consultant again.
"You let Three-Tails Jinchuriki leave the village, and you let dangerous elements like Madara Uchiha kill senior officials in public and then walk around freely. Do you still want to be this Hokage?"
Mitokado Homura pushed up his glasses with a broken corner, lowered his face and followed suit.
"You are Hokage of Konoha."
"Such a big mess happened. Jinchuriki lost control and let go. Madara broke into the village. Who is responsible for this kind of mess if you are not responsible for it?"
"Once the news spreads, what will you do to appease the villagers?"
"Where is the prestige of Konoha."
Faced with these two bossy questions, Hiruzen held the broken cigarette holder in his hand and said nothing while his hands were covered with blood.
The ANBUs who were cleaning up the rubble nearby heard the quarrel and all slowed down their movements.
Seeing Hiruzen's silence, Koharu spoke more and more vigorously, and his fingers almost poked Hiruzen's spine.
"You must give the village an explanation."
These two extremely familiar questions set off the evil fire that Hiruzen had suppressed all night on the spot.
He turned his back to the two of them and let out a sneer that sounded like it was grinding from the bones.
The bone-chilling coldness made the two consultants stop at the same time.
Hiruzen suddenly turned around, his eyes that had been up all night were bloodshot, and there was no concession on his face.
"Now, you finally remember that I am still Hokage?"
"When you are usually making calculations and allocating supplies in private, who would have thought of treating me as a Hokage."
Koharu He Yan's expression froze.
Hiruzen didn't give them a chance to cover up, and his bloody hand pointed directly at the severed arm at the bottom of the pit that exuded the aura of Wood Release.
"What's going on with the First Hokage Cells on Danzo's arm, and those densely packed Uchiha Sharingan?"
"You two, don't tell me that you don't know at all."
This roar shook the dust off the broken wall.
Utatane Koharu's face turned pale, and Mitokado Homura also froze in place.
Koharu hurriedly glanced around at ANBU, who had his ears pricked up, and raised his hand to stop him from continuing.
"There are many people here."
"This is Konoha's internal matter. Let's go back to the conference room and discuss it later."
"The conference room is gone."
Hiruzen pointed at the huge hole that Madara smashed through the building, his face full of mockery.
"That place can't even close the door to cover your ugly appearance."
Hiruzen stepped forward with full firepower and every word was bloody.
"The First Hokage Cells experiment has been banned and expensive since the Second period. You know it better than anyone else."
"You have an account of how many medicinal materials, equipment and living organisms are used every month."
"Without the green light from the Logistics Department and Medical Department in your hands, you allocate huge amounts of funds privately without Hokage's approval, and he Danzo takes the lead to conduct human experiments?"
The wind rushed in through the broken wall and opened a torn file that had not been taken away.
The pages clattered, and the faces of the two consultants were as white as paper.
Koharu opened his mouth and wanted to refute but was blocked by Hiruzen's words.
"So who is the worm of Konoha?"