After the last training, Bai's technique has become very stable.
Zhang Yu squinted.
"Yes, this is it."
Bai Fang spoke softly.
Is this force okay?
"Heavier."
"Good."
Bai adjusted the pressure, pressing gently on the shoulders and neck one stroke at a time.
Hashirama sat not far away, watching with a face full of envy.
He's been working in the backyard these past few days. Although his physical strength far exceeds that of ordinary people, his shoulders still ache even without using Chakra.
He had personally experienced Bai's shoulder-pressing technique.
It's really comfortable.
Hashirama watched for a while, then suddenly turned to look at Madara.
" Little Madara."
Ban's face instantly darkened.
Who are you calling?
Hashirama chuckled and patted his shoulder.
" Little Madara, come here and massage me a couple of times."
Ban slowly stood up.
" Hashirama, do you want to die?"
Hashirama quickly took half a step back.
"Look how well the boss is giving you a free massage."
"We've been friends for a while, how about you give me a shoulder massage?"
Ban walked up to him.
"Can."
Hashirama's eyes lit up.
"Real?"
Ban raised his fist.
"One punch from me and your shoulder will never ache again."
Hashirama's expression changed.
I meant pressing on the shoulders, not hitting them!
"The effect is the same."
"How are they the same?"
"It can all calm you down."
Hashirama dodged around the table.
"Ban, how can you be so inconsiderate?"
Ban took two steps after him, his expression growing even colder.
"Try calling out 'Little Madara' again."
Hashirama poked his head out.
" Little Madara."
Ban kicked the chair next to him away.
" Hashirama!"
Don't be angry.
"Come here, I promise I won't fight back."
"Stop right there."
"If I stand still, I'll get beaten up!"
The two of them pulled and tugged at the table back and forth.
Hashirama kept talking, while Madara's face grew darker and darker.
Zabuza's eyes twitched as he watched.
Izuna held his forehead, unwilling to admit that one of them was his brother.
Tobirama lowered his head and flipped through the account book.
He didn't care as long as his brother didn't demolish the tavern.
Unable to rest due to the noise, Zhang Yu opened his eyes and looked at the two of them.
That's enough.
The two who were playfully fighting stopped at the same time.
Zhang Yu pointed to the tables and chairs.
"You must pay for the damage you cause."
Hashirama immediately went back to his seat.
"Boss, I didn't mean to hit you."
Ban gave him a cold look.
He deserves to be taught a lesson.
"If you want to argue, go outside."
Zhang Yu leaned back into the rocking chair.
There are still guests in the lobby.
Jiraiya, holding his sake cup, watched the entire event.
He glanced at Hashirama, then at Madara, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"The people in your tavern are really interesting."
Hashirama coughed.
"Please excuse the poor guest."
Ban sat back in the corner, too lazy to say anything.
The lobby fell silent again.
Jiraiya continued drinking.
One cup after another.
The first bottle was emptied quickly.
He opened the second bottle and ate most of the snacks.
After emptying the second bottle, Jiraiya shook the bottle to make sure there wasn't a drop left before standing up, still feeling unsatisfied.
"Good wine."
"Two bottles are a bit too few."
He dusted off his clothes and walked towards the bar.
" Boss Zhang Yu, the bill is due."
Zhang Yu sat up straight.
"Two bottles of Erguotou, one bottle worth 100,000 taels of silver."
"A total of two hundred thousand taels."
Jiraiya reached for his wallet.
"How many?"
Zhang Yu looked at him.
Two hundred thousand taels.
Jiraiya suddenly looked up, his voice rising in pitch.
Two hundred thousand taels?
What kind of wine is this?
"One bottle costs 100,000 taels?"
Zhang Yu nodded.
That's how pubs price their food.
Jiraiya clutched his wallet, his face changing drastically.
When he came in, he said to bring out as much good wine as possible, and that he had plenty of money.
Two hundred thousand taels of silver for two bottles of wine was far beyond his expectations.
"Boss."
"You're opening a tavern, aren't your prices outrageous?"
Even the best sake in the Shinobi World wouldn't dare sell a bottle for 100,000 taels, would it?
No sooner had he finished speaking than two figures appeared beside Zhang Yu at the same time.
Hashirama is standing on the left. Madara is standing on the right.
Both of them stared at Jiraiya.
The playful smile on Hashirama's face was gone.
"Are you trying to renege on your debt?"
Spots are more direct.
"You don't ask the price when you drink it, but complain about the price when you pay?"
Jiraiya's body tensed slightly.
Wow, that was fast.
These two people were just on either side of the front hall.
He didn't even see how the other person got to the bar.
Jiraiya secretly took a breath.
This store definitely had problems.
The wine is expensive.
The shop assistants were ridiculously overbearing.
It looks like a rip-off.
However, he was, after all, one of the Konoha Sannin.
If they really wanted to fight, they wouldn't be intimidated by two tavern employees.
Jiraiya straightened up, about to speak, but his gaze lingered on Hashirama's face for a few seconds.
strangeness.
It looks so familiar.
He then looked at Ban.
It looks familiar too.
Especially that long hair and that cold face, it's like I've seen them somewhere before.
But he couldn't remember for a moment.
Zhang Yu tapped on the bar counter.
"Price is not a problem."
" The Third Hokage also bought alcohol here."
Jiraiya was taken aback for a moment.
"The old man came by?"
"I've been here before."
Zhang Yu said, "He also bought Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor)."
Upon hearing that Hiruzen Sarutobi had also bought sake here, Jiraiya's suspicion lessened.
The old man couldn't possibly have known that there were shady shops in Konoha and just let it go unchecked.
They certainly wouldn't come to buy it in person.
It seems this wine really is worth 100,000 taels per bottle.
Jiraiya looked down, opened his wallet, and rummaged through it.
The total amount of money and banknotes inside was only fifty thousand taels.
He fell silent.
I was drinking so happily that I didn't even think about the price.
Now that the alcohol has already gone down my throat, I can't just throw it up.
Jiraiya placed 50,000 ryo on the bar counter.
This is all I have on me for now.
Hashirama frowned.
"We still need 150,000 taels."
Ban's gaze also turned cold.
Jiraiya quickly opened his bag and took out three books.
"Don't rush."
"I'm not the kind of person who reneges on debts."
He placed the three books on the bar counter.
"I wrote all three novels myself."
"You might not be able to buy it even if you wanted to."
Zhang Yu glanced down at it.
The cover styles of all three books are very familiar.
It's obviously a work by Jiraiya.
Jiraiya patted the book and said, "I have new book plans again soon."
"Once I've made money from publishing the book, I'll definitely come back and pay off the remaining 150,000 taels."
"These three original novels will be left here as payment for the debt."
Just then, a system notification popped up in front of Zhang Yu.
[bite!]
[Temporary quest triggered.]
[Task Name: Capture Jiraiya ]
[Task requirement: Control Jiraiya to the fullest extent possible and maximize your gains.]
[Initial reward: 2000 gold coins.]
After reading the task, Zhang Yu immediately looked troubled.
He picked up a novel, flipped through it, and then put it back on the table.
"Three books for 150,000 taels?"
Jiraiya coughed lightly.
"It might not be worth it now."
But that might not be the case in the future.
"My book, written by Jiraiya, will become a sensation throughout the Shinobi World sooner or later."
Zhang Yu shook his head.
"The tavern operates on cash."
"You're offering three unsold books as payment; this puts me in a difficult position."
Jiraiya quickly replied, "Then what do you suggest we do?"