I opened a restaurant in Konoha and revived Hatake Sakumo at the start

Chapter 19 Drinking Beer Together
Compared to Uchiha Kiyoshi, Hatake Sakumo is an expert.

Uchiha Kiyoshi watched the excitement while eating peanuts, but Hatake Sakumo was studying hard.

Although I am no longer a ninja, I still have the habit of earnestly summarizing.

Moreover, Sakumo Hatake has been thinking of finding an opportunity to teach Kakashi what he has learned.

In the evening, the residual temperature of the setting sun is not as hot as that of the scorching sun at noon. Occasionally a cool wind blows by, and it is very pleasant without a fan.

The breeze rustled through the gaps in the leaves of the branches.

Uchiha Madara and Senjujuma had already been immersed in the battle, and they were sweating in a short while.

In the middle of the fight, Senju Bashima took off his armor and went into battle lightly.

The sound of the two fighting echoed in the sky above the backyard.

Uchiha Madara, who had been suppressed for a long time, finally ushered in a satisfactory battle, and devoted himself to it.

Instead of borrowing someone else's body, every physical collision is very real.

Even if he was punched or injured, the pain could actually arouse his desire and fighting spirit for fighting.

Uchiha Kiyoshi stared at Uchiha Madara, who was obviously hit on the back by Senju Hashirama's elbow, but the corner of his mouth curved into a smile, which was very strange.

Can't help muttering: "Is this the legendary M?"

He speculated about Uchiha Madara's psychological activities.

Probably because there are not many people in this world who can hurt him.In this case, the injury has become a precious experience, which can make him excited.

Uchiha Kiyoshi didn't quite understand this idea.

Normal people shouldn't be like this.

After a while, Uchiha Kiyoshi and Hatake Sakumo ate two plates of peanuts and one plate of stewed vegetables.

But the energetic Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama seemed to have no stamina bar. They fought indiscriminately and did not take any rest, and kept fighting as the weather changed.

For the audience, a contest of just the right length is enjoyment.After that, as long as it exceeds a certain period of time, it will cause aesthetic fatigue, and the longer it drags on, the more torture it will be.

The sky was getting late, the setting sun was disappearing on the horizon, the night was hanging high, and the nightingale sang twice when it landed on a high place.

Uchiha Kiyoshi yawned, he was full and sleepy.

The table was a mess, all leftovers from Uchiha Kiyoshi and Hatake Sakumo.

Hatake Sakumo rubbed the center of his brows and used his brain intensively while watching, which also made him a little tired.

The movements of Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara slowed down visibly, the two were out of breath, but neither of them accepted the other, as if they really wanted to beat one of them down.

Uchiha Kiyoshi really admires how it can be done like this in the physical state of an ordinary person.

But it looks like they won't last long.

Uchiha Kiyoshi stood up and stretched, cleared the table, and said to Hatake Sakumo:
"Uncle, they should be tired too, let's prepare some supper for them."

"what to prepare?"

"BBQ and beer."

Hatake Sakumo moved out the grill from the house and placed the charcoal.

Garlic, ginger, chili powder, cumin and other seasonings are arranged in a row.

Thread the meat dishes and vegetarian dishes with wooden skewers and put them on the wire rack.

Hatake Sakumo snapped his fingers, lit the fire with a torch, and started to cook the barbecue.

When the battle was coming to an end, Kiyoshi Uchiha took out a few bottles of cold beer from the house, put them on the table in the backyard, and went to help Sakumo Hatake.

"Drink!"

Uchiha Madara and Senshou Zhujian shouted together.

Senju Hashirama hit Uchiha Madara in the face with a punch, and Uchiha Madara kicked Senju Hashirama in the waist.

Under the pain, the two groaned at the same time, their bodies staggering.

In the end, Senshou Bashirama was stronger, and after shaking a few times, he stood firmly without falling.

Uchiha Madara didn't hold on, leaned back and fell to the ground.

Senju Bashirama stepped forward, reached out and grabbed Uchiha Madara's arm, trying to pull him up.

"Madara, I'm sorry, I have better luck."

Uchiha Madara lay on the ground and took a long breath, and said weakly:

"If you win, you win. You say these euphemistic words in order to take care of other people's emotions. Do you really think that others will feel better after hearing this?"

The tone of these words was very familiar to Senshou Bashirama, because he would always unconsciously say something that made people feel bad.

For example, I originally wanted to take care of Uchiha Madara's self-esteem, but changed the way of expression, but in the end it was self-defeating, which made the other party even more unhappy.

Madara Uchiha has complained about this to him more than once.

Senshou Zhuma scratched his head with a wry smile, and laughed at himself, "Maybe I've always been a person who would do bad things with good intentions."

Uchiha Madara frowned and gave a "tsk", raised his head and glanced at Senju Bashirama's hand, and said impatiently:
"I don't need your help, I'll get up by myself."

Uchiha Madara struggled to get up, just stood up, exhausted, his legs and feet were weak, and he couldn't support it anymore, and fell backwards.

Senju Zhuma hurriedly supported Uchiha Madara, putting his arm on his shoulder.

"It's all like this, how can you not need my help."

Although it was full of reluctance, Uchiha Madara had no choice but to move forward silently supported by Senju Bashirama.

Uchiha Kiyoshi yelled at the two of them: "Come and eat something."

The aroma of food and condiments mixed in the air, both Uchiha Madara and Senjujuma were surprised.

Till they were exhausted, their mouths were parched and their stomachs were rumbling, smelling the aroma, their stomachs naturally made noises.

Senju Bashima helped Uchiha Madara to sit on the chair, and sat down with difficulty, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Uchiha Kiyoshi took a closer look, the faces of these two people were blue and purple, and they knew that the fight was very fierce just by looking at their injuries.

The barbecue was almost done, and Sakumo Hatake brought up plates one after another.

Mutton skewers, chicken wings, saury, steak, leeks,...

Steaming hot, seduce people's appetite.

Senshou Zhujian didn't have much strength at first, but when he saw the delicious food, he immediately regained his vitality, and said happily:

"It smells delicious. It's the most enjoyable thing to eat after exhausting your strength. I'm going to start!"

Senshou Zhujian sniffed his nose, just picked up the chopsticks, wanted to pick up the fat steak, but stopped suddenly.

He smiled at Uchiha Kiyoshi.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Death... Oh, and this good brother."

He then made a gesture of thanks to Hatake Sakumo.

Mr. Death, what an interesting title.

Uchiha Kiyoshi smiled, and replied: "Don't call me 'Mr. Shinigami', just call me Qing. After all, this is not the pure land of the underworld, it's just a small restaurant."

When Senjujuma is not serious, he is carefree and very casual.Even in his prime, he still feels like a big boy.

Senshou Zhujian nodded, and replied seriously: "Understood, Mr. Shinigami."

amount……

Uchiha Kiyoshi felt like he was talking in vain.

Afterwards, Hatake Sakumo also introduced himself to Senju Bashima.

After listening to Hatake Sakumo's narration, Senju Bashima pondered deeply.

"Oh... you and Monkey's disciple are almost in the same generation."

(End of this chapter)