People are in Konoha, starting from the teacher Uchiha Madara

Chapter 170 Madara's Prepared Surprise

Hashirama and Madara didn't realize that they had become the background board of thousands of people, sitting not far from the sealing site and recovering their chakras to ensure the smooth progress of the sealing ceremony.

Take the processed ingredients from the logistics team, put them in skewers around the campfire, and prepare a sumptuous outdoor barbecue for those ninjas who are busy.

If you stand on the top of the demon god's head and look down, you can see scattered fires piled up on the twilight ground, and they are fully blooming with their own light. This is a bright spark belonging to the world.

Madara Uchiha, who was sitting by the bonfire, looked past Hashirama who was sharpening a wooden stick with Kunai, and looked at the blue tailed beast Chakra pulled out from the body of the two tails behind him.

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

The repeated scars on his chest are constantly merging him with the Chakra in Hashirama, and he can feel that his strength is constantly increasing.

Now that the Tailed Beasts are all sealed, his plan can also proceed smoothly, but it's just a little distressing, and it has been integrated for so many days.

Chakra was changing every second, but his eyes didn't change at all.

Thinking of the resurrection of the ten tails in the moon in his hands, the power to destroy the world will appear again in the ninja world.

Although it is incomplete, it is enough to make him feel a surge of emotion.

He looked at Zhujian, thinking in his heart, how much of each nine-tailed beast sealed into [-] copies should he take?
Feeling the scorching gaze, Hashirama stopped sticking the 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.

Ban's eyes became darker, and he said insincerely, "I want tailed beasts, all of them."

Hashirama froze for a moment, his gaze became wandering, attracted by the sparks blown by the wind.

He knew that Madara would not be aimless, so it was natural for him to make such a request, and his voice was calm: "How much do you want?"

"Not much, just one serving." Madara replied.

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

"One serving is too little, I'll give you two servings!"

A wooden stick is inserted into the soil between the pillars, and there is a sound when it is thrown on the ground.

……

Madara nodded solemnly at him, secretly thinking in his heart, when he hits you, he can hit you more lightly.

"But you have to do one thing for the village."

Hashirama, with a smile in his eyes, picked up a wooden stick dripping with grease, biting the charred roasted meat, his voice became indistinct.

Madara, who was sitting on the stone platform, leaned forward and said grandly, "Ten things are fine."

"It's not that exaggerated." Zhu Jian felt the smooth and plump flesh between his lips and teeth, and handed him a bunch with a smile, "It's also related to the tailed beast."

He swallowed the meat and was about to continue to say something, but was interrupted by a mysterious figure appearing beside him.

It is between the doors.

He watched them both ecstatically, picked up a sizzling skewer and sat down in the vacant seat.

"I made some extra money for the village, the amount is not much, 500 million taels."

After all, he completely ignored his eldest brother's eyes full of curiosity, bit into the tempting skewers, and began to chew.

"Snapped"

A crisp sound resounded beside the bonfire, and Feijian silently retracted the back of his hand that had been smacked red by his elder brother, pointed to the sparsely formed long queue behind him, and explained: "Lu Sheng thought of a good idea for a commemorative painting , 7000 taels, although there are other hidden villages robbing the business, the final income is a total of [-] million taels, which is divided in half and half with the pommel horse family of paintings."

After he finished speaking, he wiped his greasy hands, took out a painting from the armor, and handed it to the unstained hands.

Hashirama hurriedly walked to Madara's side, and together they looked at the red picture scroll illuminated by the flames.

"Oh! Not bad."

Zhujian commented to the heroic self in the painting, that's right, this is him, he just stood there and used the wooden escape, suppressing Erwei.

Madara didn't comment, just narrowed his eyes and stared at the painting, standing in the Susanoo himself.

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

"This is actually a painting. According to different needs, you perform different ninjutsu in the painting."

Seeing that no one can stop him anymore, he eats barbecue to his heart's content, filling his long-busy stomach.

Just looking for actors and designing the script, he can't remember how many places he went to with Flying Thunder God, and how many ninjas he screened.

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

"Brother Hashirama, the seal has been completed."

Whirlpool Haiwei walked towards them with his clansmen, put the large scroll sealed on his shoulder on the ground and said.

"Okay." Hashirama walked forward to face him, showing delighted eyes, and pointed to the grilled skewers filled with tempting aroma, "This is prepared for you."

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

An endless stream of thanks rang in my ears, leaning on a large scroll between the pillars, looking at the crowd sitting around the bonfire celebrating with relief.

Only one person in Feijian was unhappy, he reluctantly swallowed the barbecue on the wooden stick, and stood up to make room for them.

"Hokage."

Not long after Erwei was successfully sealed, dense footsteps sounded in the night, and the sound came from Lie Dou's mask.

Sitting at Hashirama chatting with the Uzumaki clan by the campfire, he turned his head to look at the leaders of the villages, exchanged glances with Madara and Tomona, and the three stood up together and walked towards them.

The dense twilight could not hide the figures of those stalwarts, and the ninjas scattered everywhere found their leader, who was walking towards the distance with the legend.

"It's like listening to what they're talking about."

The voice of imagination by the campfire did not receive a response. The man who spoke hastily elbowed his companion beside him, only to find that his mind had been taken away by the female ninjas from other villages.

"Hey!"

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"I said you can't find a match in the village, how dare you fall in love with ninjas from other hidden villages."

"What do you know?!" He blushed, but he didn't dare to speak out due to the crowd, so he had to whisper, "Distance creates beauty."

Ninjas from all over the world joined together, and many wonderful phenomena were born like chemical reactions.

The sweat swayed by the collision between the bodies can always attract the attention of many people, and a group of people are surrounded in a mess around the temporary gymnastics arena.

There are not many arenas, only three, the upper ninja, the middle ninja, and the lower ninja.

Konoha's level of ability for ninjas has long been passed down to Geyin Village.

In the way of wheel battle, stepping on the stage is regarded as participation.

There is no material reward, but being able to defend the ring and show one's strength in front of ninjas from all over the world is an unprecedented honor.

(End of this chapter)