The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

As the night deepened, the moon peeked out from behind the clouds.

The lights in the hall were bright, but the banquet had not yet begun.

In order to leave a good impression at the first official meeting, the swordsmen who came to participate all changed into battle uniforms.

As more and more people gathered, even Yamaubakiri came, but the main seat at the front was still empty.

The last person to come in was Yakiri Hasebe. He was holding a storage box, walked to the empty seat next to the main seat and sat down, then announced the start of the banquet.

"Now? But the Shinsengumi hasn't come yet." Hotaru reminded Yakiri Hasebe.

Should they start first without permission? Is it really okay if they don't wait for the Shinsengumi?

"The lord has gone to the mortal world and will not attend the banquet." Yakiri Hasebe wanted to invite Haruka, but the result was obvious.

What? He ran away again?! The fried tofu in Kitsunesuke's mouth fell back onto the plate with a plop.

It jumped madly in front of Yakiri Hasebe and said, "Your Highness Hasebe, why didn't you stop her? The Shinsengumi has no concept of time to get off work!"

The previous class lasted for five years, so this time it won’t last fifteen years, right?

"Eh? But..." Yakiri Hasebe didn't think it necessary to be that nervous.

Returning to the present world should require approval from the government of time, right? Since I can leave, it means there is no problem.

"Your Highness Hasebe, you fool! Have you forgotten how she escaped last time? The Shinsengumi didn't follow the normal procedures at all."

Kitsunesuke didn't expect that he would still be in trouble at the end of the year.

It must know whether you have applied or not. In fact, it wants to know why the Shinsengumi can come and go freely!

"It may take more than ten or twenty years for the Shinsengumi to come back this time..."

Now the banquet scene became chaotic.

Yamaubakiri went over and took away the panic-mongering Kitsunesuke, and put it back in its place: "The Lord will be back soon, don't make a noise."

"Really?" Kitsunesuke was very skeptical. He felt that things wouldn't be that simple.

Tsurumaru looked fearless. He picked up a piece of fried tofu and stuffed it into Kitsunesuke's mouth: "The master's attendant Yamaubakiri is still here, of course."

Tsurumaru felt that if Haruka was away for a long time, it would be impossible for him to keep Yamaubakiri.

"That..." Yamaubakiri wanted to retort.

First of all, the attendant of the Honmaru is Oshikiri Hasebe. Secondly, even if he is here, the main hall can leave whenever he wants.

"Your Highness Yamaubakiri?"

Kitsunesuke looked at Yamaubakiri expectantly, and the others also cast expectant glances at him.

"...Yeah, that's right." Yamaubakiri couldn't bear to destroy their hopes.

The result will be the same anyway, so don't add more pressure to them.

Although the concerns were dispelled, the atmosphere at the banquet remained dull and everyone seemed to be lacking interest.

In order to cheer them up, Yakiri Hasebe had to announce something important in advance: "Okay, now I'm going to tell you something happy."

He opened the storage box and took out the things inside one by one.

"Considering everyone's efforts over the years, the lord specially arranged for me to prepare New Year gifts for everyone."

"Everyone has a golden sword set and amulet. Let's distribute them now."

The others got excited, and everyone had one? It was a big deal.

Both of these are life-saving items. The sword equipment can increase the survival rate of the sword on the battlefield, and the amulet can prevent the sword from being broken.

The former can be made in Honmaru with resources, and the quality depends on luck. As for the amulet, it is really worth a lot of money.

The fact that the Shinsengumi arranged these things for them means that she doesn't hate them, right?

Yakiri Hasebe took out the list and began to call out the names: "Yamaubakiri Kunihiro, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Yakiri Hasebe..."

After receiving the New Year gift, Tsurumaru happily hid his sword armor on his body.

He has a katana, so he can get three sword sets, which is two more than the short sword.

The fourth person to receive the New Year gift, Xiaomian Qingjiang, raised the item in his hand in confusion: "What does this note mean?"

"Oh, I forgot to explain that to you."

Yakiri Hasebe slapped his forehead and explained the purpose of the note to them: "According to the lord, it is a salary slip."

"The rewards will be determined based on the past daily episodes and the number of battles."

"Xiaopan is not easy to carry, we can go directly to the warehouse to exchange it."

After answering other people's questions, Tsurumaru had a new question: "Hasebe~, what about me?"

Tsurumaru didn't get the note at all, and he suspected that he was missed. But Yamaubakiri didn't get one either, which was strange.

Yakiri Hasebe gave Tsurumaru a look of self-reflection and read the statistics one by one:

"Tsurumaru destroyed Honmaru over ninety times, including twelve serious demolitions of homes and four damages to farmland."

"The prank caused sixteen minor injuries to the other swords, one medium injury, and incalculable mental damage."

Although others also had some deductions, Tsurumaru was the only one who was so powerful.

"Hahaha, I'm really amazing." Tsurumaru started to act stupid.

No wonder the master said he would deduct his salary, it turned out he was waiting for him here.

But life needs surprises. Wouldn’t an ordinary life be boring to death?

Tsurumaru was very satisfied with his performance and decided to keep up the good work. Salaries are meant to be spent, so having them deducted for causing trouble is also considered an expense.

Others who suffered greatly from this couldn't help but complain: "Why don't you reflect on yourself, Tsurumaru!"

"Okay, okay." Tsurumaru answered perfunctorily, actively admitting his mistakes and never repenting.

He put his arm around Yamaubakiri's shoulders and sighed in disappointment: "It seems that only Yamaubakiri and I can keep each other warm."

Yamaubakiri smiled sympathetically. He was different from Tsurumaru: "Mr. Tsurumaru, the Lord will give me pocket money."

There is no pay slip because he does not work in the Honmaru, but he has his own little treasury and can get pocket money at any time.

So only one person will be penniless tonight, guess who?

"Eh? Pocket money?!" Tsurumaru was stunned. He was really envious now.

Others were also stunned. Pocket money? Such a niche word, it seemed a little more attractive than the salary in hand.

After distributing the New Year gifts, everyone finally cheered up and started eating and drinking.

They were talking about what they would buy at Wanwu after getting their wages, and they were also talking about how they could try to collect resources in dangerous maps.

But pocket money, it sounds like they are very close. When will they be able to have such a good relationship with the Shinsengumi?

Tonight's banquet ended in this happy yet not completely happy atmosphere.

After the show, everyone went to their rooms in a noisy manner, and Tsurumaru and Yamaubakiri happened to be on their way.

When the two of them walked back to the southeast corner of Honmaru, they saw a black figure and a white figure in the snow from afar.

After looking at each other, Tsurumaru and Yamaubakiri did not choose to disturb each other, but went back to their rooms silently.

Haru and Izuna just came back from playing in the real world and are now making snowmen to digest their food.

Izuna stacked two large snowballs together to make a simple snowman. Although he couldn't see it, he still felt a great sense of accomplishment.

However, after being in contact with the snow for too long, his fingers were frozen and numb.

Speaking of which, last winter, he was ambushed by Qinghe.

"Qinghe, I suddenly want to do something."

"Huh? What?" Qinghe just turned around and a pair of cold hands pressed against her neck.

She was startled by the cold: "Hiss——"

"Izunai has learned bad habits and actually launched a sneak attack."

"Ha, this is the adult world." Izumi laughed and immediately stood up straight.

It's so funny. With this height, even if Qinghe wanted to fight back, she couldn't touch his neck.

“Haruka…hiss——”

Before Izunai could feel proud for long, a pair of cold hands suddenly reached into his collar, freezing him with their palms and even turning him over and freezing him with the back of their hands.

No??? Eh?? What’s going on?

Izunai reached out his hand forward, and where there should have been air, he actually touched a head.

Feeling it more carefully, he constructed the familiar facial features in his mind.

"Qinghe?" How did she suddenly grow taller? !

Izuna grabbed her cheek and squeezed it.

It doesn't look like a transformation jutsu, which means that this is Qinghe's original height.

"You're such a tight-lipped person!" Izumi was so angry that she laughed. He was actually worried that there was something wrong with her body.

In the end, she pretended :)

"This is the adult world, it changes in an instant." Haruka was waiting to scare those who didn't know what was going on.

Hehe, didn't you expect that? She is so tall.

Haruka dodged Izuna's hands that were kneading her face and turned back into her previous child self.

When Izuna probed forward again, he couldn't find anything, so he had to go downwards.

"Why did you change back again?" Izuna had a bad feeling.

Is she planning to plot against someone again? For example, a blind Uchiha?

"Well, this look is more comfortable, and it snowballs super fast."

Qinghe saw it very clearly. If a six-year-old played pranks on others, most people would forgive him. But if a sixteen-year-old played pranks on others, he would be beaten.

You see, after she became smaller, Izunai didn't pursue what happened with her just now.

Qinghe naturally began to change the subject: "Let's build a snowman for Madara."

"Okay." Izunai thought of Madara and her expression softened a little.

Izuna rolled the lower half of the snowman, and Qinghe rolled the upper half. After a while, another fresh snowman came out.

Qinghe held his chin with his right hand and fell into thought: "Izuna, I don't think something is right."

"Is the snowman crooked?" Izuna reached out and touched it. No, it felt quite straight.

"Tell me, why isn't Madara dead yet?" Haruka didn't understand.

She also deliberately chose a world where the speed of time flow was very different. In the absence of a fixed anchor point, a long time should have passed by Madara's place.

Qinghe was thinking, should I go and take a look?

“???” Izumi’s dark head was full of question marks.

Although he also felt that Brother Madara was no match for the two from the Senju family, her words were so presumptuous.