Akimichi BBQ Restaurant.
"Drink up! Another round!"
Naruto raised his juice in a toast to everyone present, as though he were holding liquor.
"Hey, Grandpa Hashirama, you haven't been teaching Naruto to drink, have you?"
Watching Naruto, Kushina found his manner inexplicably familiar, as though she had seen it somewhere before.
After thinking for a moment, she remembered her older sister, Princess Tsunade.
Hashirama abruptly slapped the table and said with utter innocence,
"Of course not! How could I teach Naruto to drink when he's so young!"
Well, his voice was loud, but why did his eyes keep drifting toward the upper left?
"Kurama!"
Kushina turned to Kurama, a questioning look in her eyes.
Shit, how did I get dragged into this?!
Kurama had been delighted to see Kushina catch Hashirama out.
There was entertainment to be had.
He hadn't expected to become the entertainment himself.
"Ahem, I can vouch for him. Hashirama never taught Naruto to drink."
Kurama watched Hashirama frantically blink at him. This wasn't even a hint anymore-it was an outright signal.
After raising an eyebrow, making a demand with his eyes, and receiving a nod from Hashirama, Kurama decided to tell the truth.
Ahem, part of the truth is still the truth.
Hashirama really hadn't taught little Naruto to drink, but he had asked Naruto to buy liquor for him.
After all, the nights were long. Without playing cards, Hashirama was always taking his handmade dice and seeking out Kurama to play with his clumsy technique.
Kurama's response had been, "I'm not Madara. Why should I stay up playing with you in the middle of the night?"
Then, after Hashirama's relentless pestering, he had agreed.
Later, Hashirama felt it wasn't satisfying enough. It didn't feel the way it used to, so he sent little Naruto