If only this world had no wars.
Everyone could bask in peace and dance amid laughter and joy.
What a wonderful world that would be...
Just as Madara was lost in his private reverie.
A voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Grandpa Madara, it's getting late. Let's go."
Madara replied casually.
"Mm, in a moment."
Obito watched Madara, who was still dancing as gracefully as a soaring swan in the middle of the dance floor.
He was beyond speechless.
So much for "There is absolutely no way I would enter such a place."
Then why did you not only come in, but dance until you didn't want to leave?
This is fucking ridiculous!
I can't even dance. I've been watching you bounce around for two hours!
I'm bored to death!
If I'd known, I wouldn't have brought you!
Just as Obito resolutely rose to his feet.
Planning to leave Madara Uchiha behind and go get something to eat.
A group of scantily clad young women walked in, all smiles and laughter.
Obito couldn't tear his eyes away.
"Black stockings, white stockings, nude stockings... look at all three before you leap!"
Muttering to himself, he sat back down.
"I'll wait a little longer for Lord Madara, then."
Wiping the drool from his mouth, Obito silently scolded himself.
Seriously, Obito, you need to be more patient with the elderly!
Another hour passed.
The old man and the boy finally left the Magic River Dance Hall, both wishing they could have stayed longer.
Obito's stomach growled with hunger.
He pointed to a barbecue restaurant by the street and said.
"Grandpa Madara, how about I treat you to barbecue?"
Madara nodded slightly. "Excellent."
After dancing for so long, he was hungry too.
The two entered the barbecue restaurant and sat down.
Obito went straight ahead and