Who Is Konoha's Parasite?

The bustling commercial street had long since opened for business, with steam from baked flatbread and noodle soup drifting out of the little shops.

The moment they stepped inside, the once-lively street quickly fell silent.

Some recognized Ye and the other boys at the center of the storm. Then they saw Madara's eye-catching crimson armor and instinctively moved aside.

Someone spotted those purple ripple-patterned eyes from afar. Their vegetable basket fell to the ground with a clatter, and their legs gave out as they squatted by the roadside.

Madara paid no attention to the commotion. He strolled along at an unhurried pace, as though he were wandering through his own backyard.

They passed an old Ninja Tools shop, with a Gunbai emblem from Konoha's early founding days still hanging outside.

Madara paused for a moment and sighed. "This street used to be nothing but wasteland."

Then he continued onward.

"Grandpa, the barbecue place up ahead is pretty good!"

Ye pointed directly at the most imposing restaurant.

The shop's doors had been freshly painted, and even its cheapest plate of meat cost three hundred ryo.

With the old man here today, there was no way they could settle for anything less.

As for who would pay?

What a joke. The clan head would definitely be happy to reimburse it!

"The best private room, the best meat—bring out one of everything!"

Ye walked into the restaurant and unceremoniously pushed the menu back.

"Please wait a moment! We'll have it ready right away!"

Less than fifteen minutes later, the private room door closed, shutting out the noise outside.

The table was piled with premium marbled beef, marinated pork belly, and whole plates of lamb chops, stacked two layers high.

The charcoal burned bright red. As slices of meat landed on the grill, their