Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

Ninja Village is equivalent to a military powerhouse in the real world. It should not allow large numbers of outsiders to come and go at will. Even when buying food, most of it is entrusted to merchants to go to villages in other countries to buy it back. Like now, merchants from other countries This is the first time the team has delivered food.

This involves the issue of whether to allow them to enter the village. According to Tobirama's analysis of the current high-level staff of Konoha, both old and new, the old faction has more people than the new faction. It would be impossible to get these die-hards to agree to let a large number of caravans enter the village. It's harder than climbing to the sky.

This does not mean that they are wrong. On the contrary, they have experienced more and are just more cautious.

To persuade them to vote in favor, Tobirama must show them enough cards to dispel their concerns.

Na na na, wouldn't Hashirama and Madara come in handy at this time?

Of course, this bad idea was also Kagura’s.

Madara is now having a great time taking care of his children at home, and he no longer likes being in the public eye. Unlike Hashirama, even though he has retired for so long, he still has the consciousness of being a former village chief. As long as the village needs him, he can Top it up.

From this point of view, the root of the problem is still with Madara.

That day, Kagura made a large sumptuous dinner for Hashirama and Madara, as well as the follower Izuna and the little follower Obito brought by Madara.

Well, actually the protagonist is Madara, and Hashirama, like Izuna, is his companion for eating and drinking.

Tobirama told them about the idea he was about to implement. Hashirama had absolute confidence in his brother, and Tobirama had never let him down.

Now, if my brother says this method works, then it will definitely work.

Izuna didn't want to bother at all. He just ate some and didn't care about the rest. He held Obito in the kitchen and watched Kagura cook something delicious.

As for Madara, he was different. Tobirama's idea sounded to him as gambling on luck. Luck was invisible and intangible. As long as he had luck at the time, he wouldn't have defeated Hashirama even once.

He obviously didn't see how hard Hashirama practiced, but every time he showed off his newly developed moves in a fight, Hashirama would always increase his strength and then counterattack him.

Phew—I’m really getting angrier the more I think about it.

"Madara, I've finished listening, so what do you think?"

Madara snorted disdainfully and raised his eyes to look at Tobirama, "Of course I'm sitting here watching...how miserable your death is."

Between the doors: ...

Hashirama: Hehehe, hehehe, if you have something to say, please say it~

"Tobirama, are you sure this plan will work? What kind of idiot gave you this idea?"

"Nisan, why are you swearing?" Kagura came out of the kitchen carrying the last plate of vegetable salad with a look of grievance on her face.

Madara smiled knowingly, looked at Tobirama and said, "It's her, Tobirama. As a man, shouldn't you have your own correct judgment? Don't just listen to what your wife says."

Tobirama's expression was on the verge of getting angry, but he still restrained himself. He knew that Madara said this deliberately. When had this not been the case in these years?

He and the evil Uchiha were really at odds with each other.

Madara's greatest advantage is knowing when to do something and knowing when enough is enough.

After teasing, he finally returned to the topic, but he still wasn't optimistic about Tobirama's plan.

He said after everyone sat down at the dining table.

"I can come out as the ultimate combat force to intimidate other villages so that they don't dare to make small moves at this time. However, I bet that you will lose."

Kagura couldn't suppress the smile on her lips. She worked hard to prepare a large table of food, waited all night, and finally waited for Madara's flaw.

Before Tobirama could open his mouth, Kagura spoke up first. She struggled to suppress her excitement and said, "Just bet, who is afraid of whom?"

Madara glanced at her sideways and reminded: "Kagura, pay attention, I am not Hashirama."

Subtext, when it comes to gambling, your chances of winning are slim.

Between the columns:? ? ?

However, Kagura didn't care about this. After finally catching such an opportunity, how could she miss it? Anyway, she was sure that even if she lost in the end, as an elder brother, Madara would not make excessive demands.

When Hashirama heard about gambling, he was equally excited. He ignored his best friend's teasing. Hashirama was more interested in the bet.

He geared up and asked the two of them, "What are you betting on, huh?"

Madara rested his head on one hand and tapped the table with the fingers of the other hand. After thinking about it for more than a minute, he still couldn't come up with any punitive bet.

He raised his eyebrows and said indifferently: "I can't think of anything, then...if you lose, help me take care of the child for a month. Obito is asking this and that every day, and my head is about to explode."

Kagura agreed without hesitation, "Deal!"

Hashirama was even more excited than the casino staff and turned to ask Kagura, "What about your request?"

At this time, Kagura couldn't help it anymore. She couldn't stop laughing when she thought of the picture in her mind. She forced herself not to laugh too presumptuously, but in the eyes of others, such a smile must be unkind, no Have good intentions.

Tobirama's brows suddenly wrinkled. As the person who was most familiar with Kagura, he had a bad feeling.

His eyes shifted to Madara's face sitting across from him. For some reason, for the first time in his life, he was a little worried about him.

According to Kagura's bad taste, if her husband or brother is plotted by her, there will usually be no good end, and there is a high probability that they will end up dead in society.

Sure enough, he heard Kagura holding back her laughter and saying - "Nissan, if you lose, you can dance at the event to thank the businessmen. It's a very cute dance."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence.

Tobirama put one hand on his forehead, looking blank, and closed his long, narrow and gorgeous eyes.

Hashirama looked at Kagura, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground. After living to such an old age, Kagura was the first person he had ever seen who dared to speak so much and was not afraid of death.

Quan Nai's hands shaking when picking up vegetables kept trembling, and in his mind, there appeared in his mind Madara wearing a lolita outfit and a rabbit ear hairpin, jumping around cutely.

Obito, who was sitting next to him, wanted to eat some sweet taro balls. He saw Izuna picking up the chopsticks for him, but the chopsticks stopped halfway back and suddenly stopped taking them back. They just kept shaking in place.

Obito was very anxious and pulled on Izuna's arm, "I want to eat taro balls, give me taro balls."

Quan Nai's whole body seemed to have been electrocuted, and it was numb and numb. The imaginary scene was really weird.

What is this...

Madara stared at Kagura blankly, as if he had been struck by a sledgehammer that suddenly appeared, and his reaction force could not keep up with his level of surprise.

Is this kind of request really imaginable by a person, and this person is his beloved sister?

"You...are just here to trick me, right?" Madara spoke his mind.

"Nissan can also refuse. If you refuse, it means that you actually agree with the plan proposed by this idiot like me, right?" Kagura said, dissatisfaction gradually replaced her smile.

Izuna: Huh?Reject...reject?

God, why did he feel a trace of regret in his heart?

Madara secretly thought in his heart: Women are indeed vindictive. They only said one thing to her, but actually...

Having said what he said before, wouldn't it be a slap in the face for him to admit at this moment that he agrees with their plan?

"Kagura, stop joking, Nissan is Uchiha Madara, how could he do such a cute dance in front of everyone!"

After saying that, Izuna turned to look at Madara, took his arm and said: "Nisan, don't worry about her, don't agree, even if you agree, if you haven't made a mistake yet, just admit it if you make a mistake, right?" ,Nissan?”

Madara looked at Senna suspiciously. Did his brother really say this for his own sake? Why did he always feel that there was something else in it?

As he said, he is Uchiha Madara, how could he do such a thing as slap him in the face?

Although he felt there was a risk, Madara still nodded stubbornly, "Okay, it's a deal!"

After saying this, Madara clearly felt that Izuna's hand holding his wrist was a lot stronger, as if he breathed a sigh of relief. Is it his own imagination?

Tobirama took away the hand that was holding his forehead, his face full of disbelief. He felt that Madara was definitely on a pirate ship.

After Madara agreed, Hashirama didn't care anymore. He cheerily patted his shoulder to encourage him, and comforted him: "It doesn't matter, even if you really lose, if you want to dance, I don't mind accompanying you."

His temples jumped a few times, and Madara tilted his eyes toward Hashirama with an unkind look, speaking out every word with sonorous force.

"I-won't-lose!"