Uchiha Madara's Journey to the Worlds

Chapter 290 18 A Strange Phenomenon
"..."

As soon as he stepped into the village, Uchiha Madara felt that the surrounding atmosphere seemed to be rather depressing. The villagers passing in front of him avoided him, a stranger intentionally or unintentionally, and the peddlers on both sides of the road also expressed disgust eyes stared at him constantly.

This situation didn't seem so obvious yesterday. If they just rejected themselves as foreigners before, now they feel disgusted and hostile towards themselves as if they were instructed or coaxed by someone.

To be able to make such an impact in just one day, I am afraid that besides the village head of this village, there is only Suwa Daimyojin, but why did she make such a move?
If you hate yourself, wouldn't it be more troublesome to kill yourself at that time instead of letting yourself go?
"Since it's not that god, who is behind the scenes...?"

Uchiha Madara thought about it, and suddenly noticed the shop next to him. This shop seemed to be a utensil shop specializing in copper refining.

If you want to teach that kid shuriken, maybe you can ask the shopkeeper to make some shuriken-like utensils here.

"How much does it cost to order utensils here?"

Uchiha Madara walked into the shop. He glanced at the sickle and hoe hanging on the wall of the house, and then turned his attention to the sturdy uncle sitting on the chair and playing with farm tools in his hands.

"cut."

The burly man looked at Madara Uchiha standing in front of his store, and recognized at a glance the clothes on his body that this was the foreigner who had just arrived recently, so he smacked his mouth a little unhappily.

"A sickle is two silver, and a hoe is three silver. If you can't afford it, get out. Don't disturb my business."

The man's attitude was not as if he was treating guests, but as if he was driving away rats crossing the street. His tough, sunburnt face showed a bit of disgust, and his constantly shaking hands and feet showed his owner's irritability.

The price he quoted was five or six times higher than the market price. Any sensible person would know that he meant to drive people away.

But seeing the guy's indifferent look, he deliberately moved his face aside and pointed his chin at him.

"..."

Uchiha Madara was not irritated by the shopkeeper's provocative attitude, but calmly pointed at a copper sickle in the shopkeeper's hand, and said
"I want the sickle in your hand."

"Wuyin, that's the same sentence."

The strong man stretched out his rough palm and compared it with five fingers.

"no problem."

Uchiha Madara took out five silver pieces from the bag without hesitation, and handed them to the shopkeeper.

"..."

Seeing the five gleaming pieces of silver handed to him, the shopkeeper's brows suddenly twitched, and his gaze on the young man in front of him became a little weird.

"Row."

After being silent for a while, the strong man stood up suddenly, took the silver from Uchiha Madara's hand, and handed the sickle he made in his hand to the boy in front of him.

After taking the sickle, Uchiha Madara didn't stay in the shop for too long. When he was about to step out of the shop, the shop owner suddenly said.

"Hey, boy, for Qian's sake, let me tell you a few words, get out of here quickly, this is not the place for you, a foreigner, to stay."

The shopkeeper's voice was not too loud, and Uchiha Madara at the door of the shop could just hear it, but the noisy conversation of the villagers who went out to do farm work outside the shop completely covered up the sound.

"Otherwise, when the time comes, you won't even know how you died."

The shopkeeper looked at Uchiha Madara's unchanging face, his brows were wrinkled, and he looked like he hated iron but not steel.

"I've said everything I need to say, get out of here quickly, and don't let me see you again!"

"clear."

The corner of Uchiha Madara's mouth hooked slightly, his conjecture has been confirmed.

Sure enough, someone in this village deliberately targeted them, and the purpose was not to drive them out of the village, but to obliterate them?
"It seems that this village cannot stay for long."

Uchiha Madara continued to walk towards the depths of the market, intending to buy some food, but those vendors on the street ignored his inquiries at all, and even drove him away with a bad attitude.

It seems that he doesn't even have the qualifications to trade in this village.

"It's really impossible."

On the way back, Uchiha Madara broke the handle of the sickle in his hand, broke the blade of the sickle into three parts, tied the three pieces together with coarse cloth, and used a small silver sword to cut off some products that are more hand-cutting. The edges and corners make a relatively simple shuriken.

In the past, he would definitely find out who was behind the scenes against them, but now he doesn't have the mind to play this kind of cat-and-mouse game. All he has to do now is to ensure the safety of that kid, that's all.

Offending the gods here, and being so disgusted by the aborigines here, it is impossible for Uchiha Madara to let the girl live alone in such a village.Therefore, after staying here for a long time, he will look for the next village where at least the people are friendlier to resettle her.

What a hassle.

Uchiha Madara couldn't help complaining a little in his heart.

"Crack..."

"Chong!"

The moment Uchiha Madara pushed the simple wooden door open, there was a crisp sound of a sword being unsheathed in the room.He took a closer look, and saw the girl sitting on the bed holding the handle of the long knife tightly with both hands, staring vigilantly in his direction.

"Master Madara? Don't scare me..."

Zi looked at Uchiha Madara's paralyzed face that had never changed, the tense expression on his face relaxed, and he inserted the drawn blade back into the scabbard.

"I'm back, have you noticed anything unusual?"

"No, it's just that the brats outside the house are too noisy and seem a little noisy."

The girl looked at the little boy outside the house with some distaste at the little boy with a few heads sticking out from behind the wall of another house. Those little boys seemed to have never seen a girl of their age, chattering endlessly.

"Is it a kid?"

Uchiha Madara shifted his gaze to the little ghosts not far outside the house. Those children noticed the demons that the adults had passed on by word of mouth, and they looked at themselves with fear on their faces, and ran away again.

Seeing this familiar scene, Uchiha Madara frowned for some reason.

Speaking of which, he has been active in this village for so long, and it seems that he has never seen a female child of this age group...

Somewhat strange.

(End of this chapter)