I don't want to dance

"Little Yoshihara" is the busiest time of the day. The brightly lit streets are accompanied by the nightingale-like laughter of women and the rough laughter of men, as well as a few sounds from the pavilions. The sound of silk and bamboo.

People living in this era have been living in war and turmoil since they can remember, and have even numbly regarded that kind of life as the norm, thinking that this world should be like this.And this place is like a paradise, all the people who come here have temporarily forgotten the war and turmoil in the world.The aristocrats who had been hiding in their own golden houses came here to indulge themselves, and the hired ninjas and ronin who would die on the battlefield every time they came here took the enjoyment of this night as their last carnival. The wandering girls who are bound here are hopelessly waiting for the next time the lights in their lives come on or end.

There are not many people who can still stay sober here, and those who are all drunk and only sober are the ones who can endure the pain.

In a smoky and noisy tavern on the street, Madara sat quietly behind a table, drinking alone, looking like an ordinary young man who came to get drunk alone.

"I heard that Uchiha Tajima died not long ago, and his eldest son became the new head of the Uchiha family."

"Then this year has been quite lively. Half a year ago, Qianshou Buddha also died, and the Qianshou family is also the new patriarch."

Hearing a few men at the nearby wine table talking about the ninja family in a rough voice, Moban paid a little more attention to it calmly.

I heard another person at that table take a big sip of wine and say arrogantly:

"When the young new patriarchs of the two families take office, they must continue to fight, and end up with the same ending as their father. Let me say, the more fierce the two dominant families, Uchiha and Senju, fight, the better. It’s best to hurt both sides, so that the ninjas of our other families will be safe, so that we don’t have to be under them every day and worry about it all the time.”

Madara's expression didn't change, but the hand holding the wine glass increased a little bit of strength unconsciously.At the same time, I don't forget to restrain my strength and not directly crush the wine glass with bare hands to attract attention, but also restrain my emotions to keep myself rational at all times.

He naturally dismissed the remarks of this kind of ant who only dared to spit a few breaths behind his back. This kind of person was not even worth making him do it.

He just felt a little sad for a moment.In this world, are he and Hashirama the only ones who want to change this war-torn era?Others have never thought about the possibility that one day the various families can unite and no longer allow more innocent family members to die. Everyone only thinks about how to fight for their own families or even just Get yourself a piece of the action.

...Tsk, why did he remember the daydreams he had with Hashirama again, obviously when his Sharingan opened his eyes back then, he had already let go of those naive fantasies.

Could it be that, in his heart, he still had a glimmer of expectation for that beautiful dream called "Peace"?

Just when Madara fell into a self-conflict, the man at the next table who had just spat out an arrogant statement slammed the table and shouted at the waiter who came to deliver the side dishes with a tray:

"Why so slow! How long has I been ordering!"

The waiter was a young and petite woman, and she could tell that she was a pretty girl, but a hideous scar on her cheek ruined her otherwise beautiful face.

At this time, the shopkeeper who heard the guest swearing hurriedly came over, smiled at the man, and then angrily reprimanded the girl:

"Ah Chun! How did you do it? You move so slowly and clumsily!"

Facing the reprimand from the boss, the girl named "Tsubaki" just lowered her head and remained silent. She knew that this was the boss' way of calming down those guests.

But the guests at that table suddenly got excited, and started shouting with a hooligan-like laugh.

"I said, boss, don't be so fierce to other girls."

"My name is Chun, right...Miss Chun, you want to make a lot of money in this street. As a woman, you obviously have opportunities, so why do you do such dirty and tiring labor?"

"Look at what you said, didn't you see the scar on Miss Ah Chun's face? If she became a prostitute, it would be the same if she took off her clothes in the dark at night, but at dawn, that man would have to open his eyes to see it. That face is terrifying."

Tsubaki remained silent, silently enduring those humiliating words.

And Madara sitting at the next table just glanced at the situation next to him from the corner of his eye, and continued to drink his own wine with a calm expression, without the slightest intention to meddle in other's affairs.

"hiss--"

Tsubaki, who had been patient and silent all the time, suddenly let out a cry of pain, and saw a ronin with a knife walk into the shop and bumped into Tsubaki as he passed by Tsubaki's back. He staggered two steps before standing still, and the ronin naturally had no intention of apologizing.

Ronin walked directly in front of Madara, and said arrogantly:

"Get up! This man belongs to me!"

And Madara just raised his head and glanced at him, then ignored him as if nothing happened, and continued to pour wine into his glass.

What a joke, no one has dared to ask Madara Uchiha to give up his seat. Even if he wanted to keep a low profile and conceal his identity on the way, he didn't intend to suffer from the uselessness of ants.

The shopkeeper saw that something was wrong again, so he hurried over to persuade him:

"Well, this gentleman is a regular customer of our store, and he always sits in this seat every time he comes, why don't you... just let me give you a better seat?"

Being able to open a tavern on this street, the owner is naturally experienced.In the current situation, on one side is a ronin who often comes to his shop and draws his sword if there is a disagreement, and on the other side is a young man who looks fair and clean, with a little femininity in his appearance, which one should he give priority to? Clearly.

However, Madara continued to act as if she hadn't heard, and continued to drink as she should.

"You brat—!" The grumpy ronin instantly drew his sword, swung it and slashed at Madara.

Madara, who was still sitting firmly on the chair, just raised his hand seemingly casually, and precisely grasped Ronin's wrist holding the sword, and then exerted a little force...

"Ah!" The scream was accompanied by the sound of broken wrist bones, and the audience fell silent for an instant.

Finally, Madara moved his body and stood up. With his free hand, he took out something from the ronin's belt, and the hand pinching the opponent's wrist waved to the side, instantly flying him to the door of the shop.

"get out."

Hearing Madara's deep voice, Ronin didn't even have time to pick up the knife he had dropped on the ground, and scrambled away.

After the farce, the other customers in the store didn't pay much attention. After all, there are no decent people on this street, and fights happen from time to time... It's just that this one fights a little bit more violently today. Son.

And what Madara just took out from the ronin was a money bag, holding the money bag, he looked at Tsubaki expressionlessly:

"It's yours, right?"

Chun hurriedly touched the place where the money bag was placed in his clothes, but found that the money bag was gone.

"The man bumped into you on purpose when he passed you just now, and snatched your purse away." Even if that kind of trick is only for a moment, it can't escape Madara's insight.

"Thank you." Tsubaki thanked quickly.

Madara didn't say much, but just threw the money bag to Tsubaki, which was regarded as returning it to the original owner.

Then, he put his drink money on the table and left the shop.

Just a few steps after walking out of the tavern, my heart suddenly felt cramping, and the place on the back where the seal pattern was branded also suddenly burned.

Madara frowned and covered his heart... What's going on, did the seal activate?

Doesn't that mean...Damn it, did something happen to that woman?