Inside a private room of a top-class restaurant.
"Oh wow, this sea bream tastes amazing, Madara, you've got to try it!"
He naturally picked up a piece of the fish with his chopsticks and placed it in his best friend's bowl.
"Right, Renya, you should try it too!"
As if suddenly remembering there was another person in the room, he picked up another piece and placed it in front of Renya's bowl.
"Thank you, Hashirama-san." Renya forced out a stiff smile.
Uchiha Madara knelt on the tatami, his posture straight. He didn't immediately pick up his chopsticks but instead gazed at Hashirama, who was eating heartily.
This guy was still as carefree as ever.
Why had he even bothered getting angry with someone like that just now?
Madara sighed quietly.
Seeing that Madara-sama wasn't eating, Renya didn't rush to start either.
It wasn't like he was starving to death.
After all these years in the village, he'd eaten all kinds of delicacies.
Both of their gazes fell on Hashirama, who was devouring food like there was no tomorrow.
Tch, he's really enjoying himself!
He said he was treating them to a meal, but he was clearly the one having the best time.
Not that Hashirama could really be blamed...
He'd spent all these years holed up in a cave with Madara, eating the same few dishes every single day.
Neither of them were good cooks, so naturally, their food couldn't compare to a high-end restaurant's.
Poor cavemen finally getting a taste of city food.
"Madara, Renya, why aren't you eating?" Senju Hashirama finally noticed that the other two hadn't touched their chopsticks and asked in confusion.
The food here was so delicious—why weren't they eating?
"Mmph, it's really good, come on, you've got to try it!"
He spoke with his mouth full, poured himself a large cup of sake, and continued to revel in the joy of fine dining.
Madara and Renya exchanged a glance before finally starting to eat.
They had to admit—it was worth the price.
The premium ingredients spoke for themselves.
Although the chef's skills were a bit below Renya's, it was still more than enough to run a successful restaurant.
...
"Renya," Hashirama swallowed a mouthful of meat and took a big sip of sake before turning to him, "did you awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan?"
He recalled that not long ago, Renya had captured the Three-Tails. If he hadn't awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan, it would've been nearly impossible to accomplish that.
The power of a tailed beast was terrifying. Ordinary shinobi stood no chance, let alone capturing one alive.
Renya: "..."
That happened several days ago—Hashirama-san was only asking now?
Could his nerves be any duller?
"Yeah, Hashirama-san, I awakened my Mangekyō," Renya answered honestly.
"That's incredible! Come on, eat more!" Hashirama enthusiastically placed more food in Renya's bowl.
With Renya possessing the Mangekyō Sharingan, if the village ever faced danger, he would be able to help protect it.
The might of the Mangekyō was perfectly demonstrated by Madara himself.
Even if Renya wasn't quite at Madara's level, his strength couldn't be far behind.
It would definitely be enough to protect Konohagakure.
Madara frowned and looked at Hashirama. What was this guy plotting now?
Why was he being so warm toward this kid for no reason?
When something feels off, there's always a reason.
This thick-browed fool must be scheming something…
Wait, no—Hashirama probably didn't even have the brainpower for that.
If anyone was the schemer, it was usually Senju Tobirama.
Hashirama was just a simple, naïve fool.
Madara relaxed again.
Knowing his best friend as he did, there was no way this guy had any ulterior motives.
He must've been overthinking.
"Madara, come on, try this, don't just sit there!"
Madara looked down at the food Hashirama had placed in his bowl, then at his grinning friend, and finally began eating.
Hmm. Not bad.
Definitely better than what they used to cook in the mountains.
The two former cavemen were overjoyed—primitive men finally eating modern food.
As expected, the bill was paid by Renya.
The three left the restaurant side by side.
"Ahh, I'm stuffed..."
Senju Hashirama patted his round belly and smiled in satisfaction.
"Hashirama-san, Madara-sama, where should we go now?"
"No idea." Madara shook his head.
He never cared about such things—it was always Hashirama who decided what to do.
"Let's take a walk, good for digestion after a meal," Hashirama suggested.
Madara and Renya had no objections, and the three began strolling through the streets.
"You two wait here!" Hashirama suddenly said. "I'm going to buy something. I'll be right back!"
With that, he quickly walked toward a nearby shop.
Renya and Madara followed him with their eyes and saw that he had entered a sweets shop.
Their expressions subtly changed.
Renya recalled that moment years ago when Hashirama-san had handed him a stick of three-colored dango.
That was his first time eating sweets.
He had been just a child back then—and now, nearly thirty years had flown by in a blink.
Time really did pass fast.
Madara was the same—he remembered when Konohagakure was first founded, and Hashirama had bought him dango.
The taste had been ordinary, but it was a gift from Hashirama.
Even after the two went their separate ways, Madara would sometimes think back on that moment.
The memory of three-colored dango resurfaced in both Uchiha minds at once...
"I'm back!"
Before long, Hashirama returned, holding four sticks of three-colored dango.
"Here, have some dango!"
He split them into two portions and handed them to the two men.
"Boring." Madara clicked his tongue but obediently accepted the dango.
Typical tsundere Uchiha behavior.
"Thanks, Hashirama-san." Renya accepted the two sticks politely.
He had a bit of a sweet tooth, though he ate sweets far less often as he got older.
If others saw him eating something sugary, he'd lose all face as a shinobi.
Even if he wanted to, he could only sneak some under the excuse of "buying treats for Nawaki."
Reputation mattered!
Only in front of these two did he drop the act.
"Hashirama-san, why aren't you eating?"
Renya noticed that he'd given all the sweets to them.
"I'm too full, I can't eat another bite," Hashirama said with a sheepish smile.
Anyone who knew Hashirama could tell he was lying.
The simple-minded man couldn't lie to save his life—it was painfully obvious.
"You're not out of money, are you?" Renya asked suspiciously.
He remembered that Hashirama-san had lost all the money he'd given him earlier, so chances were he didn't even have enough to buy dango.
"Hahaha..." Hashirama could only laugh awkwardly.
Renya's mouth twitched, and he sighed helplessly.
So he'd guessed right after all.
The so-called God of Shinobi couldn't even afford six sticks of dango.
How pitiful was that?
If people heard about this, they'd never believe it...
"Here, have one." Madara handed over a stick of dango.
"Thank you, Madara!" Senju Hashirama's eyes welled up with emotion.
Renya: "..."
Seriously?
With him here, did they really need to fuss over a few sticks of dango?
Once again, he was left speechless by the older generation's friendship.
In the end, the wealthy Renya ended up buying the entire sweets shop.
From that day on, they'd never have to pay for sweets again.
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