Madara: Want a smoke?

In the end, Madara and Hashirama decided to hold their showdown at the bar that night...

Dave was also the bar's owner behind the scenes, with Kakuzu and Orochiroku next in line. Madara loved this thing Dave had created called a bar. Every night, it let him rediscover his long-lost youth.

The bar stood in the very center of Commercial Street, two or three times larger than the neighboring shops. It was peak business hours, and countless simple, honest villagers were lining up outside to get in.

"With this many people, how are we supposed to get in?" Hashirama asked in confusion, looking at the line of villagers stretching from one end of the street to the other.

"Heh, follow me." Madara gave a disdainful smile, then led the others straight through the long queue and up to the bar's entrance.

"Yo! Hot-blooded youth doesn't allow rule-breaking! Gentlemen, we need to line up!" The security guard, Might Wei, shouted passionately when he saw Madara leading the others through the queue.

Madara sneered, pulled a glittering gold card from inside his clothes, and handed it to Might Duy.

"Yo! Lord Madara! Here's your VIP card." Might Duy took it, then looked up and saw Madara, speaking with a face full of respect.

"Mm. Wei, my booth's still reserved, right?" Madara nodded, took the card back, and asked.

"Yo! Rest assured, Lord Madara! Every VIP member at the Love Kidney Bar has a reserved booth!" Might Wei patted his muscular chest, brimming with confidence.

"Mm, good. Keep it up." Madara patted Might Wei on the shoulder, then led the others inside.

Inside, the atmosphere was electric. The three DJs—Hiruzen Sarutobi, Shimura Danzō, and Kagami Uchiha—were dancing wildly up onstage.

Madara led everyone to a booth and sat down.

"Want a smoke?" Madara