Fuyuki Canteen

Went to the wrong set again today.

With cheerful tone and intimate address, he didn't think about anything other than Senju Bashirama.

Madara turned her head in surprise, and saw Senju Hashirama, who was dressed in a kimono and had long hair loose, walked up to him and sat down, and said with a smile in a familiar tone: "At this time, I always thought that Madara would be here. ah."

Hearing this, the white-haired young man at the counter paused for some reason when he was placing the bean curd sushi, but continued as if nothing had happened.

Madara glanced at them, but greeted Hashirama first: "Why, Hashirama, do you want to come here for a drink too?"

"Yes. Please give me a mushroom mixed rice." Senju Zhuma did not show surprise to the strange white-haired man, but naturally smiled and ordered, and turned to Uchiha Madara after he nodded , asked, "Does Madara want to drink? If you want to drink, we will go together."

"Forget it." Madara raised his eyebrows, recalling Senju Tobima's disapproving style in Hokage, and responded indifferently, "It's only noon now, you don't have to force yourself to drink with me, Hashirama .There are many things to do in the afternoon."

"Haha, that's true." Senju Hashirama just smiled, with a rough yet subtle expression just like when he was a teenager, "Madara is still so gentle."

After saying this, both of them fell silent for a moment.

The blue-haired and red-eyed young man brought the prepared sushi with bean curd to Madara, and Madara asked him for sake and drank a small cup.

The wine is still the familiar wine.The clear liquid has the fragrance of bamboo leaves, with a clear taste and long aftertaste.But this isn't too strong a drink, and it's just a pre-dinner drink. The highlight is the bean curd sushi that he pinches and brings to his lips with his fingers.

Take a bite, the bean skin is warm and has a slight salty and slightly sweet taste, and the rice wrapped in it spreads in the mouth with the light rice aroma.The sweetness of rice grains, the aroma of white sesame seeds, and the rich sweetness saccharified in slightly sour, although simple, are all excellent tastes to soothe an empty stomach and a boring tongue.

Madara gasped slightly, and took another sip of wine.

This plate of bean curd sushi is of a relatively high standard.At least it tastes better than what the boss made before.

Madara is a person with keen five senses, including the sensitivity of taste.He could easily tell the difference between the cooking skills of this strange chef and the original boss.

There is no poison in the sushi and sake, which is quite interesting.

For this plate of delicious sushi, Madara thought that the two suspected spies in front of him could live longer.

These two guys must have ghosts, but if Zhujian and him are here, even if it is the reincarnation of the Sage of the Six Paths, it is probably impossible to escape.

Confident in the strength of himself and his best friend standing at the pinnacle of the ninja world, Madara didn't think too much about it.

The black-haired Uchiha turned his head to look at Senju Hashirama beside him.

The white-haired man's mixed mushroom rice was cooked very quickly, and it was brought to Hashirama steaming hot.

Hashirama, who was still watching Madara drinking and eating sushi, let out an exclamation when faced with this dish that seemed to look better than before, and immediately froze there after taking a bite.

"What's wrong, Hashirama."

Madame asked curiously.

He is not worried about the poison in the food.I don't know if the poison of Senshou Hashirama has appeared in this world - if there is, as the head of Senshou Patriarch, Hashirama died when he was in line with other ninjas, it is impossible to live so long when.

And the look on his face doesn't look like poison.

Just a little dignified.

Did you notice something?

Madara didn't find any special clues, and looked at Hashirama inquiringly.

The man with long straight black hair just stared down at the bowl of mixed rice with mushrooms for a few seconds, and when he raised his head again, his face was already covered with a moving smile.

His eyes were bright, and he said loudly like offering a treasure: "Madara! This mushroom mixed rice is delicious——!"

Forget it.

Since it was Hashirama, he should have thought of it long ago.

"It tastes good." Madara wasn't too disappointed, and casually picked up a plate of tofu skin sushi and handed it over, "Would you like to try this?"

"Okay." Senju Bashima stretched out his head to pick up the bean curd sushi from Madara's fingertips, and he, who doesn't have a sweet tooth, gave a faithful evaluation, "...Well, it's delicious, and it feels better than before. Madara, would you like to try mine?"

Faced with Hashirama's invitation, Madara just flatly declined and continued to eat sushi and sake.

Knowing that he doesn't like mushroom mixed rice very much, Senju Hashirama was not discouraged, just smiled and continued to eat.

Men who have experienced the battlefield all eat with a unique boldness, and Hashirama and Madara are no exception to this point.

They ate their sizable lunch in no time.

Madara finished eating first and didn't plan to pay the bill, just sat on the seat and waited for Hashirama with folded arms.

After Hashirama finished the big bowl of mixed rice with mushrooms, he looked a bit reluctant.Madara poured the little sake left at the bottom of the bottle into the cup, exactly half a small cup, and handed it to Hashirama.

The tacit understanding between the two needs no words.

Hashirama directly took the cup and drank it, and when he raised his head, the cup was empty.

That little wine was not enough to satisfy his appetite, and Madara only served him to satisfy his hunger and thirst.

It just looked so pitiful.

In this way, he wouldn't scold him when he smelled alcohol, because he only drank a little.

Thinking about it, Madara stretched out his hand to pull out the ninjutsu scroll on his back in the sound of "thank you" from Hashirama.

There were a lot of files that he finished last night, he was too lazy to hold a pile in his hand, it was very troublesome, so he found a scroll and sealed it in.

This scroll is where he usually holds some commonly used ninja tools, and it just came in handy at this moment.

Madara made a mark, smoke filled the air, and weapons appeared in both hands.One was his usual flame fan, and the other was a long knife of good quality, which was thrown to Hashirama.

"spot?"

Zhu passed the knife directly, and was slightly taken aback.

Madara ignored him and didn't explain, just leaned on the round fan and swept over.

The goal is not between the columns.

It was the white-haired chef and the blue-haired waiter standing at the bar.

When Emiya and Cu Chulainn walked out of the gate of Homestay, they never expected to come to such a place.

In front of me is still a village in the mountains and forests, with a simple and simple architectural style, which looks like a waste of time.

Emiya could barely make out the feeling of being close to the Warring States Period through the sparse pedestrian costumes, but since it is likely to be a different world, this conclusion has no reference value.

Nothing new happened on the road, but the blue-haired gunmen around them were still looking around tirelessly, which made some passers-by who were in a hurry cast a slightly suspicious look at them.

Emiya didn't have the heart to stay any longer.He knew how eye-catching the modern clothes on himself and Cu Chulainn were in this place, and led the spearmen to walk along the street at a faster pace, passing by many closed stores that were still in the stage of decoration, and finally found one. An izakaya that is opening.

Originally, I was going to ask the boss where he bought his condiments, but the boss mysteriously said that he has a special purchase channel, and now the village can't sell them.want to buy?Young man, here's an opportunity.I have something to go to Hokage Tower, you guys help me look around the store, entertain customers, and I will sell you whatever you want when you come back, so you don’t have to look for it again.

After weighing it up, Emiya agreed to the boss's condition.

Maybe you can buy what you want when you leave this village, but just now when you saw the guards at the gate of the village, your aura is not like that of ordinary people.If you don't want to cause side effects, it's better to stay in this half-finished village.

So after the big-hearted boss left, Emiya took over his position as chef and stood at the counter cooking.

Cu Chulainn, on the other hand, acted as a waiter just like in the store, delivering food to the guests.

It's been a long time since the boss left.Fortunately, the diners here don’t like to chat with the chef. They usually leave after eating, maybe they are in a hurry to deal with things. No one will talk to them or ask some irrelevant questions, which is quite worry-free.

Emiya just dealt with several guests like this.

It wasn't until a guest came in that he realized something seemed wrong.

What caught his special attention was a man in a dark robe.He has long, thick black hair with frizzy ends hanging down his back.Whether it was the long forehead hair that covered one side of the face, or the fair complexion and dark pupils, Emiya felt a little familiar.

Even the cold temperament is somewhat similar.The blood relationship is so obvious that it can be seen almost at a glance.

Emiya thought again of the black-haired youth called "Sasuke" by the blond ramen boy.

It's just that the one who walked in and ordered the bean curd sushi was more imposing.It was a colder and stronger aura, making it difficult to look directly at his handsome face.

Wei Gong made sushi in silence, hoping that the man in front of him would not cause trouble.

The black-haired man also ate in silence as he expected, and ordered a bottle of sake.

During this period, a man in black, long and straight kimono also came in. They seemed to be very good friends. They greeted each other intimately and sat together, calling each other's names, "Madara" and "Hashirama".

Men in kimono also give people a not simple impression.The aura of the prominent superior leader is intertwined with the gentle and heavy temperament, making it difficult for people to feel hostility towards him.His aura well neutralized the impression that the man named Madara was too sharp.

Emiya made a mushroom mixed rice for the man named Hashirama.

Because I don't know how the boss usually cooks, I used my own recipe and existing ingredients to cook. Fortunately, the evaluation of Hashirama is not bad.

During the two of them dining, no other diners entered the store.

This made Wei Gong's nerves tense, and he stood at the counter with folded arms and lowered his eyes, hoping that these two men who looked extraordinary would leave sooner.

It's a pity that the weather is not as expected.

Emiya was not without surprise when the huge round fan was swung in front of the tip of his nose.

These two people were still in a very leisurely state before, but they suddenly released fighting and killing intent towards him and Cu Chulainn. It can be said that they can be retracted freely, and they are definitely the best in this world's combat power.

The archer lowered his eyes, using his eyes to analyze the weapon full of flames and the tempered breath of fresh blood, and understood that it was absolutely impossible to be good today.