Your behavior just now left a very bad impression on us.
Asuma's face suddenly flushed red.
This is even more painful than being directly scolded.
Because Hashirama spoke so frankly.
There was no concealment.
No excuses were made.
It's like telling him outright: you're not likable, so we're charging you a high price.
Kurenai Yuhi was also stunned.
She had met many business people; some would inflate prices, some would rip people off, but she had never seen anyone as straightforward as Hashirama in stating the reasons.
And ironically, no one can refute that statement.
Asuma stared intently at Hashirama.
"Is this how you treat your customers when you run a business?"
Hashirama nodded.
"We are very welcoming to regular guests."
"For customers with unusual behavior, we will try our best to discourage them from coming back."
Asuma felt a tightness in her chest from anger.
That was practically a direct accusation that he was "abnormal."
He gritted his teeth and finally brought out his most reliable identity.
Do you know who I am?
Kurenai Yuhi's expression changed slightly.
She said softly, " Asuma, never mind."
Asuma, however, was already intoxicated.
He looked at Hashirama, then glanced at Tobirama and Madara behind the bar, his voice turning cold.
"I am Asuma Sarutobi."
"The son of the Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi."
"Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble by opening a shop in Konoha?"
After those words were spoken, the tavern fell silent for a moment.
Asuma's expression finally regained some of its arrogance.
He is the son of the Third Hokage.
Born into the Sarutobi Clan, a Jonin of Konoha, and formerly Twelve Guardian Ninja.
In Konoha, everyone who hears this identity will give him some respect.
It's just a tavern.
So what if they're special?
However, even the Kurenai Yuhi felt no relief.
On the contrary, she felt even more anxious.
She noticed that none of the three people's expressions changed.
Especially that white-haired, red-eyed man.
Upon hearing the words " Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi," his gaze grew even colder.
Upstairs in the room.
Zhang Yu almost burst out laughing when he saw the virtual screen.
"Goodness."
"Using his status as the son of the Third Hokage to intimidate others."
"This might actually be useful for someone else."
But who is standing in front of you?
" The First Hokage, the Second Hokage, Madara Uchiha."
He leaned back in his chair, finding it increasingly interesting as he watched.
Both are sons of the Hokage.
Naruto was ostracized from a young age, eating instant noodles alone and bearing malice all by himself, yet he could still smile and shout that he wanted to become Hokage.
What about Asuma?
The son of the Third Hokage, a young master of the Sarutobi Clan, he lacked nothing in terms of status, resources, and protection.
As a result, whenever things don't go their way, they bring up their father to pressure others.
The difference is truly enormous.
Zhang Yu shook his head.
" Naruto may be noisy, but he has a much broader perspective than you."
"Someone who crawled out of hardship still wants everyone's approval."
"Someone who's used to a life of luxury just blurts out, 'My dad's Hokage.'"
"Tsk."
He stood up, straightened his clothes, and went downstairs.
In the lobby.
Asuma was still staring at Hashirama.
Hashirama was about to speak, footsteps sounded on the stairs.
Zhang Yu walked down slowly.
Hashirama immediately smiled and said, "Boss."
Tobirama also put down the account book.
Ban crossed his arms, saying nothing but not stopping him either.
Asuma frowned when he heard the word "boss".
Kurenai Yuhi looked up and paused slightly, her expression momentarily stunned.
young.
Too young.
She had originally thought that someone who could run such a mysterious tavern must at least be a powerful figure of considerable age.
The young man who walked down looked to be no more than twenty years old.
With his handsome face and clean-cut demeanor, he lacked the sharp, murderous aura of a ninja, yet he still managed to draw everyone's attention to him in the entire tavern.
Zhang Yu walked to the center of the hall, glanced at Asuma first, and then looked at Tobirama.
Tobirama.
"I'll leave this to you."
His tone was relaxed, even with a hint of schadenfreude.
"After all, this is the son of your apprentice Hiruzen Sarutobi."
As soon as those words were spoken...
Kurenai Yuhi was suddenly jolted.
She stared intently at the white-haired man behind the bar, as if struck by lightning.
Tobirama.
Disciple Hiruzen Sarutobi.
That face instantly overlapped with the portrait in Konoha's history textbook in her mind.
Tobirama Senju!
The Second Hokage!
Kurenai Yuhi's breath hitched.
impossible.
How is that possible?
The Second Hokage died long ago.
That was a figure from Konoha's history, the legendary Hokage who established the village system, founded the Ninja Academy, and Anbu.
But the person in front of me, in terms of appearance, temperament, and even Zhang Yu's words just now, all point to the same answer.
He is Tobirama Senju.
Kurenai Yuhi's fingers stiffened slightly, her heart churning with turmoil.
If this white-haired man is the Second Hokage, then who was that tall man from earlier?
She suddenly looked at Hashirama.
mild.
tall.
The Senju Clan.
The person whom the Second Hokage addressed as "brother"...
Kurenai Yuhi felt a chill run down her spine.
The First Hokage, Hashirama Senju!
And that long-haired man...
She dared not think any further.
Asuma hadn't realized how serious the situation was.
He was taken aback by Zhang Yu's words, then frowned and asked, "What did you say?"
Tobirama slowly stood up from behind the bar.
At this stop, the air in the lobby seemed to sink.
He looked at Asuma, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.
" The Monkey's son."
Asuma's expression changed.
Who are you calling Monkey?
He said calmly, " Hiruzen Sarutobi."
"My disciple."
"In my presence, he's called Monkey."
Asuma's anger froze instantly.
He instinctively wanted to retort, but when he met Tobirama's eyes, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
That wasn't the kind of imposing presence that ordinary people put on.
It was the cold, hardened quality of someone who had truly held a high position and had truly killed countless enemies.
Tobirama walked step by step toward Asuma.
"Now."
"Send a message immediately, tell the Monkey to come here."
Asuma's lips moved.
"You..."
Tobirama interrupted him.
I don't want to repeat myself.
Asuma clenched his fists.
He was already panicking.
There's something very wrong with this white-haired man in front of me.
Could he be asked to call his father on the spot?
Doesn't that mean admitting you can't control the situation?
Moreover, Kurenai Yuhi was right there beside her.
He hesitated.
In that instant, Tobirama's eyes turned completely cold.
"It seems Hiruzen Sarutobi didn't teach you well."
The next second.
boom!
A surge of immense Chakra erupted from Tobirama's body.
It was like a deep sea suddenly pressing down on the tavern's lobby.
Asuma's expression changed drastically.
He felt a sudden weight on his shoulders, and his legs almost buckled to their knees.
Everything Tobirama him seemed to have been stripped away, leaving only Tobirama's red eyes.
The murderous intent pressed down on his neck, inch by inch.
He had seen war.
I've also met strong people.
But he had never felt this kind of oppression before.
It wasn't that I almost died.
Rather, if Tobirama were willing, he wouldn't even have a chance to resist.
Kurenai Yuhi's face was also pale.
Her Genjutsu Chakra was thrown into disarray by this oppressive force, and her palms instantly began to sweat.