Uchiha girl, ignites a group pet war in Konoha

"Hmph, you are such a self-indulgent human being. Who will bless you?"

For the old man's deep awe and gratitude, Jiu Lama snorted with disdain. This little look of looking down on people with his nose was full of arrogance, but behind it, the nine orange-red tails swayed briskly.

This was probably the first time in thousands of years that Jiu Lama was so grateful to humans instead of being cursed and hated.

Although the other party was just two shriveled old men and women, and although he had now become a little girl's pet, Jiu Lama was surprised to find that this feeling was actually quite good.

Looking at its arrogant and cute appearance, Shen Yue quickly put it in his arms and hugged it tightly. Jiu Lama, who originally wanted to struggle a few times, saw Uchiha Madara's gloomy eyes, and it shrank into Shen Yue's arms obediently.

The old man who had just gotten up from the ground stroked his white beard on his cheeks and jaw. He pursed his trembling lips, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end, he didn't say a word.

After a while, the old woman came back from the kitchen with a pot and called everyone to come and eat.

The food in the pot, to put it nicely, is a green and healthy multi-grain porridge with a lot of wild vegetables and a little barnyard grass as the main ingredients. To put it bluntly, it is just a disgusting green paste.

Shen Yue's mouth twitched. She felt that this green thing was simply a magic potion made by a wizard in a crucible. However, it was just a shallow layer of this green potion-like paste in the pot.

"Hurry up and eat more. If it's not enough, I'll cook more! I put salt in it, it's so rare."

As if she didn't notice the two guests' unconscious expressions of disgust, the old woman happily poured the porridge in the pot into the bowls in front of them under the horrified eyes of Shen Yue and the speechless eyes of Ban, and stopped only when the porridge in the pot was almost gone.

Seeing that the porridge in the pot could no longer be poured out, the old woman skillfully tilted the big pot, scraped the bottom of the pot with a spoon, and put the last bit of green porridge into the other two small bowls, and placed them in front of her and her husband.

Looking at the porridge piled up in front of her and the shallow layer in the old man's bowl, Shen Yue knew in her heart that this was the best thing the two old men could take out now.

Under the old woman's expectant gaze, Shen Yue used chopsticks to poke up a little bit of the wilted green paste with great difficulty. Staring at this pure natural green food that looked more like poison than food, she suddenly felt the same as the concubines in the cold palace who were given poisoned wine by the emperor.

Jiu Lama curiously poked his head out from her arms. Although he didn't need to eat, he was actually quite curious about human food. After sniffing the paste with his small black nose, he rolled his eyes in disdain and commented bluntly:

"Humans actually eat this kind of thing, tsk tsk, dogs don't touch this kind of thing, pigs don't, woo woo..."

Before he could smugly mock a few words, Jiu Lama's mouth was blocked by Shen Yue.

Uchiha Madara, who had never picked up chopsticks from beginning to end, was silent for a moment. In the eyes of the two old people who were both expectant and uneasy, he suddenly pushed the table away and walked straight out the door.

"Wait for me."

Before the two old men could persuade him to stay, Ban disappeared in the heavy rain, but he left quickly and came back even faster. In a short while, a huge wild boar was thrown at the door.

"Oh my, look whose son is so powerful!"

Looking at the dead wild boar that was as big as a hill, the old woman was shocked at first, and then the joy in her heart gradually bloomed. She immediately asked Ban to cut off a large piece of leg meat and said she wanted to cook it into hot soup.

Seeing that she finally didn't have to eat green porridge, Shen Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief and secretly pushed the bowl in front of her away.

So this time, the four of them had a very rare meal of wild boar soup.

Cut the wild boar meat into small pieces, add wild vegetables and stew them together until the meat is tender and the vegetables are cooked. Although the seasoning is only salt, it can't cover the fishy smell of wild boar meat at all, and it is not delicious at all, but compared with the potion-like porridge, it is definitely a delicious dish.

After eating and drinking, the old woman started to clamor for wild boar meat to be distributed to the villagers, and said that she wanted to air-dry the meat and use it as food for the winter. She was like a busy spinning top, working non-stop and calling others to help her. Her husband, Shen Yue and Ban, and even the little fox Jiu Lama, all suffered a lot.

It was not until the evening that Shen Yue was dragged to bed by the old woman, leaving only the two men in the room, silently listening to the sound of rain outside the house.

"Young man, it's rare to have food to go with wine, come and drink with me, an old man!"

The old man pried open the floor and took out a bottle of wine hidden inside. The wine fell into the cup, making a dripping sound. It was obviously not a very strong wine, but after taking a big gulp, the old man's eyes turned red.

"This wine was bought by my son when my granddaughter was just born a few years ago. He climbed several mountains overnight and ran to the market dozens of miles away to buy it. He originally planned to drink it on her wedding day."

"Now there will never be that day, drink it!"

The old man handed over the wine without question. Of course, this was not a good wine. Madara took a sip and the extremely bitter taste spread on the tip of his tongue.

After taking a sip of the wine, Uchiha Madara's eyes suddenly became as sharp as a blade, cold and bright to the point of being scary.

"You should have known that we are ninjas a long time ago. "

Faced with Madara's questioning, the old man remained silent, but his face was very calm. After taking another big gulp of wine, he coughed a few times and then slowly answered:

"In fact, when you came here last time, I was already paying attention to you. Only ninjas can use such exaggerated weapons."

"Young man, let me guess, you should be here for Master Fox, right?"

Thinking of the situation in the village, the old man laughed at himself, and this laugh was full of infinite desolation and sadness.

"There is nothing left in our place, and even people are almost dead. Except for Master Fox, there is nothing good that can attract ninjas."

"Since you know this, why do you let us come here to take shelter from the rain?"

Although he knew this was the case, after hearing this answer, Madara still looked at the strange old man in surprise, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.

"It's nothing more than a bet. "

The old man stated calmly in a tone that was bleak and indifferent:

"My wife and I are both old, and it doesn't matter if we die like this."

Faced with these two uninvited guests who were obviously ninjas, the old man could only pretend to know nothing and invite them into the house to prevent them from harming others.

He originally wanted to contain the people and let the other people in the village run into the forest to hide for a few days, and come back after avoiding this storm.

But after some contact, he found that things were not as bad as he imagined. These two ninjas, one big and one small, were not the terrible ninjas that civilians feared the most, who were either cruel and ruthless like machines or liked to kill indiscriminately around tax collectors.

After hearing this, the expression on Madara's face was still as cold as ever, but the words he said were not as cold as his face.

"We will leave soon. "

For this promise that took a lot of effort to get, the old man unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression was not too happy, and even a little lonely. However, although it was only a moment, it still could not escape Madara's eyes.

"Don't you hate the ninja who killed your son?"

"Hate it, the pain of losing a son, how can I not hate it, but what can I do?"

The old man smiled bitterly, poured out another cup of turbid wine, drank it all in one breath, and also poured a cup for Madara.

"If I have the ability to take revenge, how can I let you enter the village alive?"

Madara snorted unhappily, feeling unhappy, and glared at the audacious old man opposite. If ordinary people saw this look, they would probably be weak on the spot, but the old man said with a smile:

"Hey, you can't scare me now. "

Looking at Madara who looked very unhappy like a hedgehog, the old man smiled cunningly and proudly:

"You are willing to hunt wild boars for us and act with me. This is not something that a person who kills innocent people and has evil intentions can do."

"... Hum."

Perhaps because he was drunk and the heat was rising, the old man couldn't help but recall the past. Uchiha Madara, who looked like he was not easy to mess with, reminded him of his son who was a thorn for some reason.

Alas, he and his wife were both so gentle, how did they give birth to such a stubborn son?

"My son also has such a stubborn character. I told him a long time ago that resistance was useless, but he just didn't listen. He had to fight those big guys to the end, and he lost his life..."

"Are you blaming him?"

The old man wiped his tears fiercely and shook his head vigorously, and a very proud expression suddenly appeared on his face.

"How could it be? I am so proud to have such a hero as my son! "

Ban felt very uncomfortable. At this moment, his heart was dry and wrinkled, and countless complex and unspeakable emotions surged in his deep black eyes.

If his father knew what he had done,Would his parents be proud of him?

Or would they hate him deeply?

As if he saw Madara's embarrassment and irritability, the old man took the initiative to fill his glass with wine and comforted him in a gentle voice:

"Your parents will be proud of you for having such an outstanding son like you."

"...That's impossible."

Madara lowered his head dejectedly, with only bitterness and helplessness in his heart. He drank the bitter wine in big gulps, but the pain in his heart was even worse than this.

He didn't know whether his father would hate him, but his mother must have deeply hated him for his incompetence.

"I failed to fulfill the promise, my mother must hate me."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

After drinking too much, the old man unconsciously felt sleepy, and there were some snoring sounds in the room. But even though he was so sleepy that he was unconscious, after hearing Uchiha Madara's self-talk, he still mumbled incoherently:

"If parents hate their children because of this kind of thing, are they still parents?"