Nii-san, my eyes have been sullied

Everyone immediately scattered, unwilling to get caught up in this and suffer the consequences.

"A misunderstanding! It's definitely a misunderstanding! My little sister-no, my little brother-he definitely didn't mean it!"

Hashirama panicked, clinging tightly to Tobirama, who was trying to rush forward and beat the other man senseless, while stammering out an explanation to his friend.

As he spoke, he stole a glance at his brother and reminded him, "Tobirama, put your clothes on first."

"Hey, you idiot! He was the one peeking at me while I changed!" Tobirama Senju's brow twitched violently as he shouted at his muddleheaded brother.

God only knew how he had felt a cold draft across his neck at that moment.

The sheer humiliation made him want to tear the person before him limb from limb just to vent his anger.

Standing behind Indra, Madara Uchiha curled his lips, secretly delighted. He tugged at Indra's sleeve and declared with perfect self-righteousness, "My eyes have been sullied."

"Mm. Once I find a suitable pair, I'll replace them for you."

Indra avoided looking at him, since he was somewhat in the wrong. But soothing his little brother was what he did best. He reached out to pat Madara's head, then ignored the Senju brothers and led his brother away to get sweets.

As he left the shop, he told Tobirama Senju, "Red clothes go with a black, silver, gold, or white sash. Yet you chose a green belt with red clothes. Tacky!"

Hashirama propped his chin in his hand and studied Tobirama. Finding that Indra seemed to have a point, he nodded in agreement. "Mm, a little. Tobirama, change your belt!"

Tobirama Senju flushed with anger. He shoved a hand against Hashirama's mouth, replaced his belt with a black sash, and tossed two lumps of silver to the shopkeeper, who had already hidden beneath the counter.

Hashirama brought his brother along to catch up with his friend. Seeing them eating candied hawthorn skewers again, he sucked in a cold breath, his teeth aching in sympathy. "You really do love sweets."

"Um... sorry. I didn't mean it," Hashirama began apologizing, looking utterly dejected. "I just didn't expect you to actually have an older sister."

"Hey, can you stop doing that gloomy thing?" Madara Uchiha's mouth was stuffed with candied hawthorn, making his words come out muffled.

"Forgive me." Hashirama remained dejected, as though that would let him get his way.

Watching this, Indra felt as though he were seeing Asura wheedle and play the fool again.

"I forgive you." Madara Uchiha swallowed the candied hawthorn in his mouth, glanced at the sky, and continued, "It's getting late. Are you heading back? We're not going back tonight."

"We are!" Before Hashirama could speak, Tobirama Senju covered his mouth and turned down the invitation for him. He had contacted the Senju clansmen here and asked them to keep an eye on the pair. It probably wouldn't take long to learn their identities.

Indra bought another portion of pastries, picked up a piece, and stuffed it into Madara's mouth. His lips curved as he looked at the Senju brothers. "Then you two should head back early. It's getting late. It isn't safe."

With that, he took Madara Uchiha by the hand and disappeared into the crowd.

"Tobirama!"

Tobirama released his older brother's mouth, only to be greeted by a furious shout. He merely picked at his ear, unbothered, and said coldly, "Big brother, don't tell me you wanted to stay instead of returning to the clan compound."

"Uh, of course not." Hashirama still knew his limits. How could he possibly stay out overnight with his brother? He had already lost one brother; he certainly wouldn't put Tobirama in danger. "I just meant that since we finally came all this way, we should buy some grain before heading back."

"Hmph. I've already contacted the Senju clansmen here." Only after hearing his brother's explanation did Tobirama Senju's expression ease a little. "Big brother, I think I've seen that woman somewhere before. Let's follow them and take a look."

The two secretly followed Indra and Madara, watching them enter a shop that sold grain.

"Hey, Tobirama, isn't this wrong?" Hashirama disapproved, but he didn't stop him. Instead, he helped conceal Tobirama to keep them from being discovered.

"Shut up. As long as I can confirm they aren't Uchiha, I won't tell Father." Tobirama Senju brought out his ultimate weapon-tattling.

Indra bought all the rice in the shop. Some would go into storage, and some would be kept at the residence where he was currently staying.

That unfilial descendant, Uchiha Tajima, was utterly hopeless. His rice jar was cleaner than his face.

The home of the esteemed Uchiha Clan Head didn't even have any rice.

After putting all the grain into a Sealing Scroll, he turned to the dumbstruck Madara Uchiha and asked, "Is there anything you want to buy?"

Madara Uchiha shook his head, his eyes fixed on the scroll in Indra's hand. Indra had simply pulled out a sheet of paper, made a few quick strokes, and produced a storage Sealing Scroll.

Why was it so different from the Sealing Scrolls he knew?

Most of the Sealing Scrolls in the entire shinobi world came from the Uzumaki Clan. They were extremely expensive, and all of them were single-use.

Yet just now, his big brother had made a Sealing Scroll in a matter of seconds.

Huge profits!

That was his first thought.

"Big brother, do you want to sell Sealing Scrolls?" Madara Uchiha suggested a way to make money. Although he valued strength more, money was essential too. His big brother still had so many people with something wrong in their heads to feed.

"People actually buy these?" Indra froze for a moment. Wasn't this something every shinobi should know how to make? Ordinary people couldn't use them without chakra, yet they could still be sold?

"Yes, and they're expensive. A spatial Sealing Scroll like this costs five thousand ryo each." Madara Uchiha began explaining things to Indra. As they reached the doorway, they sensed someone watching them, but merely exchanged smiles.

"Oh. Let's find somewhere to stay, and I'll teach you. We can sell them to the Senju and have them pay in grain." Indra had never imagined these things could make money. Although he disliked putting his mind to such matters, the people on Asagiri Mountain still needed to be fed.

"Big brother, you've already taught me so much." Madara Uchiha didn't want to take advantage of him. Though his big brother didn't mind, these were all skills shinobi relied on to survive.

"You have much more to learn. I'll teach you bit by bit." Indra had always intended to teach Madara Uchiha everything he knew. After all, he was the reincarnation of a chunk of his own chakra. To keep him from going astray, Indra would have to watch him constantly.

"Are we really not going back?" Madara Uchiha casually glanced to the side, feeling a little excited. He had always followed the rules in the Uchiha clan. Aside from missions, this was his first time staying out all night.

"Mm. I won't let anything happen to you." Indra suddenly stopped, his lips curving slightly. Several figures flashed into view before them and surrounded the pair.

Faced with the sudden turn of events, Madara Uchiha instinctively stepped in front of Indra.

At the same time, he reached for the Ninja Tool Pouch at his waist. But when his fingers touched his empty belt, his heart lurched. Only then did he remember that he hadn't brought his Ninja Tool Pouch today.

Even the Ninja Sword he normally never went anywhere without had been left behind.

Meanwhile, Hashirama and Tobirama, who had been secretly following Madara Uchiha and Indra, were also shocked by the sight.