People In Konoha, Starting From Apprentice Uchiha Madara

Chapter 170-The Surprise Prepared by Madara

Hashirama and Madara did not realize that they had become the backdrop for thousands of people, sitting not far from the sealing site to restore Chakra to ensure that the sealing ceremony went smoothly.

Take the processed ingredients from the logistics team, put them in a string around the bonfire, and prepare a sumptuous outdoor barbecue for those busy ninjas.

If you stand on top of the devil’s head and look down, the scattered fires on the twilight ground are full of their own light, this is the bright spark of the world.

Sitting by the campfire, Uchiha Madara looked over Hashirama, who was cutting a wooden stick with Kunai, and looked at Chakra, the blue-tailed beast pulled out of Niu’s body behind him.

Now he was in a good mood, clenched his fist and hammered the armor on his chest lightly, and the buzzing of steel came into his ears with the vibration.

The repeated scars on his chest are constantly fusing him with Hashirama’s Chakra, and he can feel that his strength is constantly increasing.

Now that the tail beasts are all sealed, his plan can also be carried out, but it makes people feel a little distressed. It has been integrated for so many days.

Chakra changed every second, but his eyes did not change.

Thinking of the Ten Tails in the moon resurrecting in his hands, the power that destroys the sky and the earth will once again appear in the Ninja World.

Although it is incomplete body, it is enough to make him feel surging.

He looked at Hashirama, thinking in his heart, how much should he take for each of the nine big-tailed beasts that were sealed into twenty parts?

Feeling the hot sight of Hashirama, he stopped the Vice Admiral’s skewers on the ground and looked at him curiously, “Did you think of something interesting?”

Thinking of you, the scene of being beaten up by Ten Tails in the near future.

Madara’s eyes deepened, and she said insincerely, “I want a tail beast, every one.”

Hashirama froze for a while, his eyes drifting away, attracted by the sparks that were blown by the wind.

He knew that Madara would not be aimless, and it was natural for him to make such a request, and his voice was calm: “How much?”

“Not much, just one serving.” Madara replied.

In the lively night, no one noticed that the idol they admired was secretly distributing the results of this battle.

“One portion is too little, give you two copies!”

Hashirama inserted the wooden stick into the soil and uttered a voice.

…

Madara nodded solemnly at him, secretly saying in her heart that she can do it lightly when she hits you.

“But you have to do one thing for the village.”

With a smile in his eyes, Hashirama picked up the greasy wooden stick, and bit the charred barbecue on the outside, his voice became muffled.

Sitting on the stone platform, Madara leaned forward and said in a big tone: “Ten things are all right.”

“It’s not so exaggerated.” Hashirama felt the smooth and plump flesh between his lips and teeth, and smiled and handed him a string. “It’s also related to the tail beast.”

He swallowed the meat and prepared to continue to say something, but was interrupted by a figure that hadn’t appeared beside him.

It’s Tobirama.

He looked at them ecstatically, unceremoniously picked up a string of sizzling barbecues, and sat in a free seat.

“I made extra money for the village. The amount was not much, 35 million taels.”

After all, he completely ignored the curiosity in his elder brother’s eyes, bit at the tempting skewers, and began to chew.

“Snapped”

With a clear sound, Tobirama silently retracted the back of his hand that had been photographed red by his elder brother, and pointed to the sparsely formed long line behind him and explained: “Lu Sheng thought of a good idea for a commemorative painting. Forty thousand sheets, although there are other hidden villages rushing for business, the final income is 70 million taels, which is divided into half of the paintings of the pommel horse clan.”

After speaking, he wiped his greasy hands, took out a painting from the armor, and handed it to Madara, who had no oily hands.

Hashirama hurriedly walked to Madara’s side, looking at the picture that was glowing red by the flames.

“Oh! Not bad.”

Hashirama commented on Yingwu’s self in the painting, that’s right, this is him. He just stood there just now and applied the Wood Style, suppressing the two tails.

Madara didn’t comment, just squinted her eyes and stared at herself in the painting, standing in Susanoo.

He just wasn’t used to it. He suddenly appeared in the pictures of thousands of people, and for a while, he didn’t know what to say to this ghost talent’s idea of ​​making money.

“This is actually a painting, according to different needs, you use different ninjutsu in the painting.”

Seeing that no one could stop him, Tobirama ate the barbecue to his heart’s content, filling up his busy belly for a long time.

Just looking for actors and designing scripts, he couldn’t remember how many places he went to with Flying Thunder God and how many ninjas he had screened.

The direction of the wind began to change, and the flames swayed in confusion in the night sky. It was the second tail that had been completely sealed, allowing the wind blocked by her body to blow over.

“Brother Hashirama, the seal is over.”

Uzumaki Uzumaki walked towards them with the tribe, put the large scroll sealed on his shoulders on the ground and said.

“Okay.” Hashirama walked forward to face him, with a delighted look, and pointed to the savory skewers, “This is for you.”

Seeing that Haiwei wanted to say something, he pushed down his shoulder and said to the members of the Uzumaki clan behind him, “You deserve it.”

An endless stream of thanks sounded in my ears, and Hashirama, leaning on a large scroll, gazed with relief at the crowd sitting by the campfire celebrating.

Only Tobirama was unhappy. He reluctantly swallowed the barbecue on the wooden sign and stood up to make room for them.

“Hokage.”

Soon after Niu was successfully sealed, the sound of intensive footsteps sounded in the night, and the sound came from Liedou’s mask.

Hashirama, who was sitting by the campfire and chatting with the Uzumaki clan, turned his head and looked at the leaders of the villages, exchanged glances with Madara and Tobirama, and the three stood up and walked towards them.

The thick twilight can’t hide those stalwart figures. The ninjas scattered everywhere found their leader, walking away from the legend.

“It’s like going to hear what they are talking about.”

The imaginative sound by the campfire did not receive a response. The speaking man hurriedly pushed his elbow on his companion, only to find that his mind had been seduced by female ninjas in other villages.

“Hey!”

“Huh? What’s wrong.”

“I said you couldn’t find anyone in the village, so why dare you to see ninjas in other hidden villages.”

“What do you know?!” He blushed, and because of the number of people, he dared not speak loudly, so he had to say in a low voice, “The distance produces beauty.”

The ninjas from all over the world merged together, like chemical reactions that gave birth to many wonderful phenomena.

The sweat swayed from the collision between the bodies can always attract the attention of many people, and there is a mess of people around the makeshift gymnastics arena.

There are not many arenas, there are only three, Jōnin, Chūnin, and Genin.

Konoha’s ability level for the ninja has long been passed to the hidden villages.

In the form of wheel warfare, stepping onto the stage is regarded as participating.

There is no material reward, but being able to hold the ring and show off his strength in front of ninjas from all over is an unprecedented honor.