Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha lacks motivation.

Chapter 203: A disclaimer beforehand: I am not Cao Cao.

"Is that enough? I'm starving!"

After awkwardly dancing with the Senju clan members in front of him for a while, the Uchiha clan members, feeling extremely hungry, couldn't help but look at the leader of their clan behind them, their black eyes filled with impatience.

He'd been starving all day and was just waiting for a good meal!

"Who says otherwise? Tobirama-sama didn't give me any instructions. When I came out, I saw that the table was already set, and it was time to start the meal."

The Senju clansman, who had been dealing with the Uchiha clansman for half a day, also looked tired. Like the guy in front of him, he had been starving all day and was just waiting for the feast to begin, but it was almost afternoon and Tobirama Senju still hadn't made a move.

Similar situations are common on this battlefield. Some less bright people are even deliberately throwing matches, while the smarter ones have already found a quiet spot to cool off and wait for the feast to begin.

"Let's begin the feast! Let's begin the feast!"

Finally, amidst the expectant gazes of everyone on both sides, a messenger ran out from both camps simultaneously, loudly conveying the orders from the camp.

"Yay!"

"Damn it, I'm exhausted. This is even more tiring than a real fight."

Upon hearing the order, a burly Senju clansman collapsed to the ground. Standing before him was a thin Uchiha clansman, soaking wet.

Who would believe that the two of them had been engaged in a seemingly evenly matched physical combat contest?

"Hmph! I am a genjutsu ninja. If I weren't on orders, you would have been dead the moment we met."

The slender Uchiha clansman felt slighted. He stopped wiping the sweat from his forehead, glared with his black eyes, and retorted with a threatening look.

Although both sides engaged in post-war verbal sparring after the ceasefire, the aroma of delicious food wafted into the battlefield, causing everyone to involuntarily swallow hard, pack up their equipment, and prepare to return for a hearty meal.

After both sides withdrew from the battlefield, a group of people in a hurry flew out of the Senju clan's camp and headed towards the center of the battlefield.

"Hurry up, everyone, the banquet is about to begin."

The leader of the Thousand Hands tribe, carrying a basket of bowls and chopsticks on his back, urged his teammates behind him to hurry up.

Soon, they reached the center of the battlefield and began to busily tidy up. Tables and chairs were arranged properly, and the exquisite tableware was neatly set out.

A set of lamps was set up next to the table, and the red candles, symbolizing celebration, were lit by the Senju clan using fire-escape techniques. The flickering candlelight was particularly conspicuous in the quiet battlefield.

The Land of Fire enjoys a spring-like climate year-round. Although it gets dark early in November, it doesn't feel cold.

After the Senju clan had arranged the banquet, Izuna Uchiha, who had been observing from a distance, turned to Madara Uchiha, who was meditating cross-legged behind him, and said...

"Big brother, they're ready."

"Let's go then! I want to see what kind of woman this hot mom from Hasi has found!"

Madara Uchiha, his face grim, slowly opened his eyes. The crimson light faded, and his black pupils were filled with coldness. He then stood up and, with Izuna Uchiha in tow, headed towards the agreed-upon location.

"Is everything packed?"

Just as the Senju clan finished setting up, a flash of blue light appeared, and a white-haired figure appeared beside the table. Looking at the burning red candles, Tobirama Senju asked the people present…

"Reporting to Lord Tobirama, everything is ready."

The leading man, already accustomed to Tobirama Senju's elusive nature, immediately lowered his head and replied.

"Then you may leave."

The food on the table emitted an enticing aroma. Tobirama Senju suppressed the urge to poison the food, waved his hand to dismiss his clansmen, and stood alone with his arms crossed, gazing in the direction of the Uchiha clan camp, waiting for the arrival of the "guest".

"Where's the hot mom from Haxi?"

A moment later, two familiar figures descended from the distant sky. Uchiha Madara, dressed in dark blue casual clothes and carrying a square package, looked at Senju Tobirama, who had a stern expression, and coldly spoke.

"What's the rush? My brother and sister-in-law still have a lot to talk about. If you don't want to wait, just leave the gift box behind and go."

Tobirama Senju curled his lip, giving Madara Uchiha a look that made Madara's teeth itch with rage.

"Hmph~ But your older brother invited us here, what right do you have to kick us out?"

As Madara Uchiha's number one loyal follower, Izuna Uchiha showed no mercy to his old rival, stubbornly starting a verbal battle with Tobirama Senju.

"You turtle-like bastard, why don't you take off that weird armor and have a one-on-one man-to-man battle with me!"

"Ugh~ I won't, you white-haired idiot, you're just trying to annoy me. I bet you're thinking of getting a new knife again, aren't you?"

Ever since equipping himself with the two pieces of equipment gifted to him by Uchiha Gin, Uchiha Izuna seemed to have entered a new world.

Facing Tobirama Senju, whom he had once feared, he instantly stood up straight after donning the Berserker's Armor, no longer worried about being stabbed by a knife that suddenly appeared from the shadows.

Thank you, cousin!

"Alright, Izuna, let's wait a bit."

He waved to stop his younger brother and Tobirama Senju from arguing any further. Madara Uchiha looked at the glaring red candles on the lampstands on both sides with a gloomy expression, then pulled out a chair and sat down.

I closed my eyes, not knowing what I was thinking.

"I'll let you off the hook for the sake of your brother's joy. If you've got the guts, let's settle this on the battlefield. I hope your knife is as tough as your mouth then."

The obedient Izuna immediately shut up, looked at Tobirama Senju, who was on the verge of exploding, with a defiant look, and after speaking slowly and methodically, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"snort!"

Seeing that the two members of the Uchiha clan had already taken their seats, Tobirama Senju, feeling that it would be beneath him to stand, pulled out a chair and sat down, playing a staring game with Izuna, who had a provocative look on his face.

"Hehe, I won!"

After a while, both Uchiha Izuna and Senju Tobirama, their eyes dry, gritted their teeth and persevered. However, Izuna, from a clan with a particular type of eye technique, was more experienced and won by a narrow margin against the hateful white-haired man.

"I must be such an idiot to play such a childish game with you."

Rubbing his sore eyes, Tobirama Senju couldn't help but reflect on his actions.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late. I'll have to punish myself with three drinks later~"

Just as the three were growing impatient, two figures appeared beside the dining table. Apologetic-looking Hashirama Senju, pulling aside Momoka Senju, whose eyes held a clear, questioning gaze, apologized to the others present.

"Brother, why are you being so polite with them?"

Having just lost a game, Tobirama Senju immediately stood up and spoke up to remind him.

"Ah~ Tobirama, Madara is my best friend~"

After calming his younger brother, who had inexplicably become irritable, Hashirama Senju turned to Madara Uchiha, who appeared to be asleep, and said...

"Don't pretend, let me introduce you. This is Senju Momoka, my wife."

Sensing that the other party was feigning sleep, Hashirama Senju didn't stand on ceremony. He pulled Momoka Senju behind him and introduced her to Madara Uchiha.

"Is that her? Hot mom Hasi, your taste isn't that great either."

Slowly opening her eyes, Uchiha Madara's deep, dark eyes were filled with a scrutinizing gaze, which instantly gave Senju Momoka goosebumps. She subconsciously leaned closer to Senju Hashirama's embrace, trying to find a sense of security.

"Hmph~"

Upon seeing this, Madara Uchiha immediately snorted coldly and stopped talking, pushing the prepared congratulatory gift over.

"Oh dear, you only need to come in person, why bring a gift? But since it's your kind gesture, I'll accept it."

Hashirama Senju looked at the gift box that was pushed towards him with surprise. This meant that Madara Uchiha had acknowledged him as a friend, which made his dream one more possible.

"Quick, Tao Hua, this is my best friend Ma Da! Let's raise a toast to him!"

Hashirama Senju was overjoyed to receive the gift. He picked up his sake cup, grabbed the still confused Momoka Senju, raised his cup to Madara Uchiha, and loudly proclaimed...

"Thank you for coming to my wedding, Madara!"

Holding a sake cup, Hashirama Senju walked up to Madara Uchiha and spoke sincerely to his old friend.

Congratulations, hot mom from Hasi!

After staring at him for a while, Madara Uchiha seemed to have figured something out. He picked up the wine glass on the table, clinked it with Hashirama Senju's, and then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"Haha! I did it too~"

Feeling the sincere blessings from his dearest friend, Hashirama Senju did not hesitate and drank the sake in his hand in one gulp.

"Thank you all."

Completely at a loss, Senju Momoka could only pinch her nose and drink the sake in her hand.

She had never seen such a sight before. The person in front of her, Uchiha Madara, was the strongest member of the Uchiha clan, who had fought to a standstill with the clan leader on the battlefield. In front of such a powerful person, she could only try to minimize her presence.

"You have a new family member now, Hasi hot mom."

Having let go of his inner turmoil, Madara Uchiha raised his wine cup, glanced at the tense-looking Momoka Senju, and said to the smiling Hashirama Senju in front of him,

"Yes, Madara, I've lost too many family members, so I never want to lose them again."

After clinking glasses with Madara Uchiha, Hashirama Senju's face showed a serious expression. He had not forgotten his lost dream: to create an ideal village that could protect his family and children from the suffering of war.

"Are you still clinging to your unrealistic fantasies?"

Madara Uchiha took a sip of his drink, his eyes glazed over, lost in thought.

"You wicked coward, where's your curly-haired brother?"

On the other side, Tobirama Senju, sensing something amiss as he stared at Izuna Uchiha's towering, straight hair, suddenly spoke up and asked,

"Huh? You white-haired brat, who are you calling names?"

Uchiha Izuna, who was enjoying his meal, frowned upon hearing the sudden vulgarity and resolved to teach this despicable white-haired boy a lesson.

"Has your hearing deteriorated to the level of a tortoise? I'm asking about your older brother with the curly hair. I saw him last time; I can't believe he survived Father's iron fist."

Tobirama Senju picked at his ear, his red eyes filled with contempt, causing Izuna Uchiha's forehead veins to bulge.

"Hey, you guys stop arguing~"

Senju Momoka, who had become virtually invisible, watched the two men who were about to clash and weakly tried to mediate.

Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju, seemingly aware of their younger brothers' personalities, did not intervene but instead watched the show with amusement.

At worst, we'll fight; it's not like I'll die.

In Madara Uchiha's view, Tobirama Senju couldn't even break through Izuna's defense.

Hashirama Senju, on the other hand, felt that even Tobirama, who had mastered the Flying Thunder God Technique, couldn't catch him, let alone a mere Uchiha.

This put Senju Momoka in a difficult position, caught in the middle. Anxious and unsure how to stop the fight between the two hot-blooded young men, she was at a loss.

Just as she was at her wit's end, she suddenly felt a strange presence beside her. As she wondered what was happening, she heard a sexy and languid voice in her ear.

"Wow~ Ma'am, let me introduce myself. My name is Uchiha Gin, your future neighbor~"

(End of this chapter)