Had Madara finally blossomed?

"Uncle Wei, I'll call you that from now on. Your job will be to deliver phones from Warehouse Four in Konoha's Western Farmland to this shop," Dave said with a smile.

"Young Boss, what are these... phones?" Might Wei asked, looking in confusion at the phones inside the display counter.

And so Dave explained to Dave once again what a phone was... how to use one, and so on...

"One thousand Tael each? That cheap?" After hearing Dave's explanation, Might Wei was especially stunned to learn that a phone cost only one thousand Tael. Wasn't that far too cheap? To him, these phones were revolutionary inventions. Something this advanced was selling for just one thousand Tael?

"Yes, Uncle Wei. Here, take two. You seem to be married, so your wife can use this one. Consider it an employee benefit. From now on, you'll only have to pay a maximum of twenty Ryo a month for calls." Dave took two green phones from beneath the counter and handed them to Might Wei.

"Th-this is too valuable, Young Boss... I can't accept them." Might Wei was taken aback by Dave's generosity. He was giving him two outright?

Even if one phone cost only one thousand Tael, Might Wei would previously have needed a month of work to earn that much.

"Just take them, Uncle Wei. We can spare two phones. We'll be opening for business in a bit, and you can help explain what these things do to the Villagers." Dave pushed the phones straight into Might Wei's hands.

Dave wasn't worried about Might Wei scaring the Villagers away by constantly going on about youth, either. Might Wei seemed much more normal than his son and Grandson. At least, during their entire conversation, Dave hadn't heard him mention the word "youth" again...

"Well... all right..." Might Wei carefully put them in his pocket and gave it a gentle pat. He was rather touched. After all, he had spent over thirty years as a refugee, then worked for a year or two after joining Konoha. Everything he had earned over those two years would only have bought ten phones, yet his Young Boss had given him two as soon as he arrived. And his monthly salary was actually ten thousand Ryo.

That was already far above the going rate for work in the Village. Might Wei was deeply grateful.

Hmm, when I get home, I can think about having a child. I never dared to during the Warring States Era, but now I've joined a peaceful, safe village. With ten thousand silver taels a month, I can easily afford to raise a child. Yes! Let's have one! When he grows up, I'll have him take my place helping the Young Boss! What should I name him? Hmm, Might Duy!

"Hello, Uncle Madara? There's something I need your help with." Dave picked up his phone and dialed 110, Uncle Madara's Phone Number.

"Speak." Madara Uchiha's calm voice came through the phone. This thing that little brat Dave had made really was convenient. These past few days, he had been calling Hashirama to chat whenever he felt like it. Whenever Hashirama had free time, the two of them wandered around the Village, talking about whatever came to mind.

"Ahem, well... are there any pretty, single young women with long legs in the Uchiha Clan Compound?" Dave asked slowly, sounding a little sheepish.

"...Yes... how many do you need?" Madara Uchiha was momentarily taken aback before answering.

"Uh... not many, not many. Just find me ten!"

"All right. They'll be outside your shop in ten minutes."

"Mwah~ Thank you, Uncle Madara!"

Meanwhile, over with Madara.

"...What is Dave... what is he planning?" Hashirama sat opposite Madara. Yes, he had slipped out to slack off again today...

"No idea. I'll be right back." Madara shook his head, then left with the Body Flicker Technique.

Hashirama stared blankly at the seat Madara had vacated... Dave... wanted ten pretty, single young women with long legs? Could it be... Dave wanted to juggle eleven girlfriends at once? Gasp! Tobirama's son was that terrifying?

Hmm. It looks like Tobirama won't be short of Grandsons and granddaughters in the future, and the Senju Clan's future is secure. Perfect! Why can't that brat Mujian learn from Dave and give me less to worry about? His dear Old Father has been in Konoha for years without seeing him. Doesn't he miss me? Besides, it's been four or five years now. If you won't come home, couldn't you at least send me a Grandson and granddaughter to play with?

At that moment, Hashirama mentally labeled Mujian a terribly unfilial son. He had also completely forgotten that his son was only ten years old.

Mujian: I'm fucking ten, and you want me to give you a Grandson?

Ten minutes later, Dave looked at the ten beautiful young women standing before him with great satisfaction. Uncle Madara really was the best.

"Ladies, well, I need a little help from you. You won't have to do much, just..." Dave then explained their task for the day to the ten young women.

A short while later, the ten young Uchiha women were blushing, feeling somewhat disappointed as well. They had never done anything like this in their lives...

All ten were nearly twenty, and, like typical members of the Uchiha Clan, they were proud and thought no one was good enough for them—not even the men in their own clan. Yes, that was why they were still single. When the Clan Leader had summoned them earlier, they had been overjoyed. Could their Clan Leader, that old tree, finally be blossoming? Did he want to choose one of them as his wife?

They had hurried to put on their prettiest clothes and appeared before the Clan Leader in a flash. Gazing at his handsome face... Ah... the Clan Leader might be in his thirties... b-but... he's still so handsome...

(Ahem, I may not have been quite accurate about Hashirama and the others' ages before. With the village newly founded, Madara and Hashirama should both be in their thirties, and Tobirama should be a few years younger than Hashirama. If I got anything wrong earlier, I'll hurry and fix it.)

Instead, their Clan Leader had brought them here and then left... leaving them speechless. Sure enough... that iron tree of a Clan Leader would never blossom...

"Hiruzen, how are you and Danzo doing with the flyers?" Dave called Hiruzen to ask.

"Dave!! This is the big favor you said you needed from us???" Hiruzen said nothing, but Danzo shouted beside him.

"Ahem, we've more or less... handed them all out. Yes, all done. We'll be back in a bit." Hiruzen paused, then finished speaking and hung up.

Hiruzen and Danzo looked at the trash can in front of them, which held most of the flyers. Yes... we handed them all out... what? Giving them to a trash can doesn't count?

Are you looking down on Konoha's trash cans? Don't trash cans have human rights? Pfft, I mean trash-can rights?