She couldn't believe that such a sense of oppression could exist outside a tavern in Konoha.
Hashirama Madara, his tone softening.
"Ban, he just has a bad tongue."
"The boss said we can't use our hands."
Izuna also lowered his voice.
"Elder brother."
This is a tavern.
"It's not a battlefield."
These words finally made Madara's eyes flicker.
Tavern.
It's not a battlefield.
Izuna's hand was still gripping his wrist.
That familiar touch finally caused the killing intent in Madara's body to soften slightly.
He remained silent for a few seconds, then slowly lowered his hand.
The oppressive chill that had been suffocating them gradually dissipated.
Asuma seemed to finally be able to breathe, his chest heaving violently.
The forced toughness that had been on his face was gone.
Kurenai Yuhi let out a soft breath; her back was already covered in a layer of cold sweat.
She looked at Hashirama, then at Tobirama, and then at Madara.
The more I looked, the stranger it felt to me.
It looks so familiar.
The three men's demeanor, appearance, and even their inexplicable air of authority gave her a feeling that she had seen them somewhere before.
Especially men with white hair and red eyes.
And there was the tall man who had just rushed out.
And then there's this long-haired man.
Something seemed to be surfacing in Kurenai Yuhi's mind, but it was veiled by a layer of mist.
She couldn't remember for a moment.
But she was certain.
This is definitely not an ordinary pub employee.
After his killing intent dissipated, Hashirama quickly put on a warm, smiling face.
He released Madara's shoulder, stepped forward, and stood in front of Asuma and Kurenai Yuhi.
"I'm so sorry."
There was a slight misunderstanding just now.
"Our Undead Tavern welcomes guests."
Hashirama smiled gently and spoke in a kind tone.
It's the complete opposite of the freckles we just saw.
If Asuma hadn't seen him pinning down the man, she would have thought he was just an ordinary, enthusiastic shop assistant.
Hashirama looked at Kurenai Yuhi and smiled, "Now that you two are here, what would you like to drink?"
"Alcohol, soft drinks, or snacks?"
Kurenai Yuhi hadn't spoken yet.
Asuma was seething with anger.
He was rebuked by Tobirama.
Saturated with plaque.
I've lost face in front of Hong again.
All he wants now is to get back at them a little.
At the very least, you can't appear to be intimidated.
So he gritted his teeth and said firmly, "I want the best wine in your shop."
Hashirama's smile grew even brighter.
"The best wine."
Of course.
As he spoke, he turned to the side, making an inviting gesture.
"Please, both of you, take a seat and wait a moment."
Asuma, holding his breath, led Kurenai Yuhi into the tavern.
He paused for a moment as soon as he stepped into the hall.
This place was completely different from the tavern he had imagined.
There were no messy tables and chairs, and no smell of alcohol on the floor.
The bar is clean, the wine cabinet is neat, and there are soft LED strip lights along the walls.
There was strange equipment set up over the stage; it didn't look like any shop in Konoha.
Even Kurenai Yuhi couldn't help but glance at it a few more times.
She had originally thought that a place called " The Undead Tavern " would be gloomy and strange.
But it's bright, clean, and even surprisingly comfortable.
However, the few people in the shop made her unable to relax at all.
The white-haired, red-eyed man sat back down at the bar, his face still cold.
The long-haired man stood to the side with his arms crossed. Although he had withdrawn his killing intent, the oppressive aura had not completely dissipated.
The tall, smiling man who greeted the customers earlier seemed the most gentle, but even Kurenai Yuhi didn't dare to treat him as an ordinary shop assistant.
Asuma's expression remained grim even after he sat down.
He had intended to appear composed, but what had just happened was too embarrassing.
He was so frightened by a tavern employee that he couldn't speak in front of Hong.
He couldn't swallow this insult.
Hashirama acted as if nothing had happened, smiling Earth Flow the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of clear liquor.
The bottle was very ordinary.
But as soon as the bottle cap was opened, a strong aroma of liquor instantly filled the air.
Asuma, who had been keeping a straight face, immediately twitched his brow upon smelling the scent.
It smells so good.
It's neither the blandness of ordinary sake nor the pungent kick of strong liquor.
This wine smells very strong, but behind that strong aroma lies a rich and mellow fragrance that burns directly into your nostrils like fire.
Hashirama poured a small cup and pushed it towards Asuma.
"This is Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor)."
"Our store's most popular wines right now."
Asuma glanced at the cup and snorted coldly.
That's it?
Hashirama laughed and said, "Try it first."
Kurenai Yuhi gently reminded him, " Asuma, drink less."
Asuma nodded, as if to prove that he wasn't affected by what had just happened, and took a small sip from his cup.
The next second.
His expression froze.
strong.
That's too intense.
The moment the liquor touched my tongue, it exploded like a ball of fire.
The burning sensation rushed down my throat, and my chest instantly felt hot.
But what's most surprising is that, despite its intensity, it's not rough.
The aroma of the wine is very strong.
One sip, and layers of spiciness, mellow aroma, and sweet aftertaste rise up, as if the wine has awakened you.
Asuma originally wanted to find fault.
But after that sip of wine, he couldn't utter a single word.
He couldn't help but glance at the remaining wine in his glass again, and his expression changed.
"This wine..."
Hashirama laughed and said, "How is it?"
Asuma swallowed hard, trying hard not to appear too ignorant.
"Good."
As soon as he said it, he felt he wasn't confident enough.
It's more than just okay.
This wine is far superior to any he's ever had before.
Kurenai Yuhi was somewhat surprised to see Asuma like this.
She understands Asuma.
Something that can make him say "it's alright" while his expression is so obvious is definitely not ordinary.
Asuma put down his cup, his tone much gentler than before.
How much is this wine?
Hashirama's smile remained gentle.
"One bottle is worth 100,000 taels."
Asuma's hand, which was about to pour another mouthful, stopped abruptly.
He suddenly looked up.
"How many?"
Hashirama repeated it.
"One hundred thousand taels."
Asuma's eyes widened in surprise.
"One hundred thousand taels per bottle?"
Hashirama nodded.
"Right."
Asuma slammed his fist on the table.
"Is this a rip-off business?"
That was quite a loud noise.
Tobirama, who was behind the bar, looked up at him.
The spots swept over coldly.
Kurenai Yuhi's heart tightened, and she quickly whispered, " Asuma."
But Asuma really couldn't hold back this time.
One bottle of wine for 100,000 taels?
This is blatant robbery.
Even if this wine is truly delicious, it's impossible for it to sell for this price.
What's more, he had already been quite angry at the door, and now that he heard the price, his anger found an outlet.
"Are you kidding me?"
Asuma pointed at the wine bottle and said, "One bottle of wine is worth 100,000 taels of silver. Why don't you just rob it?"
Hashirama showed no anger; instead, he nodded calmly.
"This price is not for regular customers."
Asuma was taken aback.
"What's the meaning?"
Hashirama looked at him, his smile unchanged, but his words were very direct.
"The boss instructed me to."
" The Undead Tavern charges exorbitant prices to guests with poor manners."