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

Chapter 430 Night Meeting with White Hair: Is Black Tea Okay?

"Hey hey hey~ Ah Yin, your 'Spicy' fried pork kidney is here!"

Just as the conflict between Uchiha Gin and Senju Tobirama was about to escalate, Uchiha Taro, carrying a plate of food exuding a strong hormonal aroma, pushed open the door.

"Brother, did I order this?"

Uchiha Gin, who was extremely sensitive to this type of food, turned around and, in order to protect what little reputation he had left, spoke out fiercely.

"You know I don't need it."

Having said that, he turned his gaze to Uchiha Madara, who was holding his hand, his eyes full of inquiry.

"Don't look at me like that. You know I only eat beef tripe."

Madara Uchiha quickly shook his head, vehemently denying it and trying to distance himself from the dish of kidneys.

"Did they take you to the wrong private room?"

"Wait a minute, let me take a look."

After pulling out the menu from behind his back and checking it, Uchiha Taro blinked in confusion.

"That's right, I did order a dozen large pork kidneys wrapped in oil, and I even specifically noted that I didn't want any offal or tendons."

"Wow, who has such a heavy taste?"

"I ordered it."

Suddenly, a cool voice rang out in the private room. Senju Tobirama, who had been silent for a long time, slowly raised his hand, a blush flashing across his icy face, revealing a rare embarrassment.

"Huh?" *3

Uchiha Gin stared at Senju Tobirama in disbelief. He never expected that this seemingly respectable guy would have such a heavy taste, daring to challenge even him with oily kidneys that he couldn't handle.

"As you all know, I'm a bit weak from overworking today."

Tobirama Senju awkwardly turned his head away.

In his search for his elder brother, he not only overused his shadow clones today, but also flew around the ninja world. Such high-intensity operation would be too much even for a body made of iron.

"Hey, big brother, three more rounds!"

Looking at Tobirama Senju, whose face was deathly pale and whose lips were bluish-purple, Gin Uchiha couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Okay~"

"Curly hair, you."

Tobirama Senju's expression tightened, and he was about to say something when Gin Uchiha raised his hand to stop him.

"I'm not saying anything more, the words are all in my mouth."

"I"

"What do you mean 'what ...

"Snapped!"

After being repeatedly interrupted by Uchiha Gin, Tobirama Senju could no longer contain himself, stood up, and slammed his fist on the table.

"You ordered so much, how the hell am I supposed to finish it all?"

Twelve would be enough for him, but if he had three dozen more, he'd suffocate the neighbors tomorrow.

and,

It seems he paid for this meal, right?

What are you pretending for, you curly-haired guy?

"Oh, that's what happened. It's alright, it's alright. If you really can't finish it, I can help you."

Uchiha Gin raised an eyebrow and waved his hand magnanimously, indicating that he would take care of everything and that Gin should just eat to his heart's content, as someone would cover his expenses.

Great! He's a kidney fanatic! We're saved!

"you!"

Tobirama Senju had never seen such a shameless person!

"So full! So full!"

After a satisfying meal, Uchiha Gin patted his round belly contentedly and was the first to leave the barbecue restaurant, which was about to close.

Behind him, Tobirama Senju looked as if he had lost his parents.

My secret stash of money

Clutching a deflated money pouch, Tobirama Senju felt as if he had fallen into the white-haired man's trap. Not only had he been tricked into revealing his secrets, but he had also ended up paying for all the customers in the shop.

"Secretary, show some magnanimity. It's just a little money; why make such a face?"

Looking back at the heartbroken Tobirama Senju, Gin Uchiha curled his lip in disdain.

Your sister gets much more pocket money from me every month than this.

"I'm not sad because of money."

Tobirama Senju shook his head, his expression returning to its usual coldness, and continued speaking.

"Don't let a fourth person know what I just said."

"Don't worry, don't worry, my mouth is a lock!" Oh, so that's what it was about~

Uchiha Gin grinned and made a zipping motion around his mouth.

"I hope you can keep your word, otherwise..."

After staring at Uchiha Gin for a long time, Tobirama Senju finally sighed with an inscrutable expression.

Otherwise, don't blame him for sacrificing his own family for the greater good.

They took their sister away that very night, letting that wretched curly-haired guy starve to death!

As Tobirama Senju's figure disappeared at the end of the street, Gin Uchiha's nonchalant expression gradually faded. He turned to look at Madara Uchiha, who was lost in thought.

"Big cousin, you should focus on your work. Konoha will fall apart without you."

With Hashirama Senju's mysterious disappearance, one less shackle was placed around the necks of the major ninja villages in Konoha. And if Madara Uchiha also abandons his post...

With that white hair alone, the other ninja villages would be ready to fight you in no time.

"I know."

Upon hearing this, Madara Uchiha nodded slightly. In his heart, the village was just as important as Hashirama Senju.

But this is only on the premise that Hasi Hot Mom's life is not in danger.

"Big cousin, I'm going back now. You should get some rest too."

At a fork in the road, a somewhat absent-minded Madara Uchiha waved goodbye to Gin Uchiha.

"Sigh, I thought I could lie around until the very end~"

After saying goodbye to Madara Uchiha, Gin Uchiha did not choose to go home. Instead, he wandered alone to the Land of Waves's themed street.

Bang bang bang~

"Gini."

"Ishiya Taimei."

"Lord Yin, it's so late, what's the matter?"

The clansmen who came to greet Uchiha Gin rubbed their sleepy eyes and forced themselves to ask,

"Mobilize all personnel at all outposts to thoroughly investigate this person's information."

He handed over a note, without saying anything else.

"Yes."

The clansmen respectfully accepted the note and curiously opened it, only to find two large characters written on it.

"Ci-hsien."

After handing over the mission, Uchiha Gin strolled alone on his way home, muttering the unremarkable name to himself with a strange expression.

"A monk who has lived for a thousand years?"

"Where did this old monster come from this time?"

Uchiha Gin scratched his head in distress. The name was completely unfamiliar to him; it had never appeared in the entire Naruto storyline in his memory.

If, as Tobirama Senju said, there have been eyewitness accounts from this monk over the past thousand years, then he is very likely a rare immortal being.

It's just unknown what methods the other party used to achieve this elevation of their destiny.

If Orochimaru knew this in the future, he would probably exclaim, "Master, you smell so good!"

"Is it the same as being in prison?"

So far, the only technique Uchiha Gin has ever witnessed is Kakuzu's Earth Grudge Fear Technique, a forbidden technique that allows one to achieve immortality through a heart transplant.

However, if it were merely the Earth Grudge Fear technique, it shouldn't have been enough to take down Hashirama from the bottom of the prison.

Don't say that the other person has cultivated for thousands of years, accumulating little by little, and that they are a late bloomer.

Even the most dedicated player can never beat a GM, even if it's just a GM's alt account.

"Fine, let them investigate for now."

After pondering for a long time without figuring it out, he exhausted many of Uchiha Gin's long-unused brain cells. He then decided to start...

As long as Hashirama Senju's life is temporarily safe, they will find him someday.

Tobirama Senju had just instructed him to send a death row inmate to the Senju residence every three days, in order to verify whether Hashirama Senju was alive or dead.

"This is so troublesome~"

The thought of this extra daily task gave Uchiha Gin a headache; that stingy white-haired guy hadn't even offered to give him a raise.

For the next period of time, the ninja world appeared calm on the surface, but undercurrents were surging beneath.

Hidden Rock Village

After the death of the Second Tsuchikage, Musashi, his disciple Onoki successfully took over the reins after ruthlessly suppressing other voices within the village.

"The intelligence reports that Hashirama Senju hasn't shown his face in Konoha for a month?"

Holding a intelligence report from an Iwa ninja spy in his hand, Onoki, wearing a straw hat, had a thoughtful expression on his mature-looking face.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

If Konoha no longer has Hashirama Senju, the nemesis of the Tailed Beasts, wouldn't Iwagakure have an opportunity to take advantage of them?

"Lord Tsuchikage, I think this is a trap."

The Iwa ninja standing beside Onoki was his teacher's strategist. After Musen's death, the young Onoki relied on his advice to quickly ascend to the throne of Tsuchikage.

"Cough cough cough, I think so too."

After calming his inner turmoil, Onoki coughed a few times, feigning composure, and nodded in agreement.

"However, we can test the waters."

Seeing that Onoki did not refute him, the strategist nodded in satisfaction, then changed the subject, a cunning smile appearing on his face.

"But what if..."

Onoki raised an eyebrow. If Konoha discovered that they were behind it, Iwagakure would not be able to withstand the surprise attack by the blue Gundam.

"I have my own arrangements and will absolutely not allow the village to be implicated."

"That's good. I trust you to handle things."

At the same time, news of Hashirama Senju's long absence was presented to the leaders of the various ninja villages, but everyone tacitly chose to remain still, waiting for the first to step forward to pave the way for them.

Who will ultimately be tasked with being the first to step forward?

Takigakure

"My lord, isn't this task a bit too demanding?"

Years have passed, and the once dominant Takigakure, after several changes of leadership, has finally become a complete vassal of Iwagakure. Looking at the arrogant Iwagakure envoy before him, the current leader of Takigakure wore a troubled expression.

"Even if we had ten times the courage, we wouldn't dare do that!"

"I'm only responsible for relaying your missions. If you have any objections, you can go to Lord Tsuchikage."

The messenger lowered his eyelids, a hint of disdain appearing at the corner of his mouth. After delivering the message, he vanished from the spot and returned to the village to report.

"Isn't this going to destroy my Takigakure village?"

Looking at the daunting task before him, the leader of Takigakure was utterly dismayed. The entire village couldn't even muster a few elite Jonin, yet they were being sent to cause trouble for Konoha—it was like throwing an egg against a rock.

"My lord, why don't we rebel?"

The attendant following the leader of the Takigakure ninja, watching his superior suffer such humiliation, couldn't help but speak up.

"Shh! Are you out of your mind?"

These words startled the leader, who quickly gestured for him to shut up. He knew he had countless spies from Iwagakure around him, and he had to be extremely careful with his words and actions, or he would end up like the previous leaders, dying headfirst in the latrine without knowing why.

"But we are an independent ninja village, why should we be someone else's lackey?"

The hot-blooded young follower gritted his teeth, but his voice unconsciously lowered a few decibels.

"Sigh, what can we do now? We have nothing left."

The leader sighed deeply, then slumped into his seat, his eyes filled with nostalgia for past glories.

The former Hidden Water Village, possessing the legendary secret medicine Hero's Water, was a large group that ranked below the Five Villages and above the Hundred Villages. They walked around with their heads held high.

However, times have changed. The village, which was on the rise, was struck by an unknown powerful being, and the source of the Hero's Water, on which they depended for survival, was also taken away.

Although they managed to redeem it with a large sum of money, the then-leader was arrogant and self-willed, even embezzling the private savings of the village's most talented young man. Ultimately, he suffered the consequences, dying and his spirit vanishing. The seven-tailed fox he had just bought was also kidnapped.

From then on, the impoverished Takigakure had no way out. Without powerful ninjas, Takigakure was completely abandoned by the nobles of Takigakure. Even ordinary missions were taken over by the Ghost Corps, a foreign-funded group that had emerged in the country. It basically became a nameless rogue ninja.

Fortunately, at this critical moment, the elder brother of Iwagakure stepped in to help, which allowed Takigakure to hold on and not disband on the spot.

However, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Iwagakure wasn't there to do charity. The reason they secretly supported Takigakure was simply to keep a good dog for them to do shady things.

In the Takigakure village, which received support, if the leader had any complaints or dissent, he would die mysteriously within three days, and the way he died was so gruesome that it was unbearable to look at.

"If we want Takigakure to continue to exist, we have no choice but to do this."

The current leader lowered his head, looked at the task before him, and finally chose to compromise. He didn't want to die in the latrine without knowing why.

"But sir, this mission will most likely result in death, won't it?"

Seeing that his superior had given in, the young subordinate's spirits collapsed, and his face was filled with bitterness.

"That's not necessarily true."

The shrewd, aged leader shook his head, his narrow eyes filled with calculation.

"The mission only told us to cause trouble for Konoha and force out Hashirama Senju, but they didn't say that it had to be done by force."

"You mean to say..."

"Hmph~ They're still too green to think they can send us to our deaths."

This leader has survived from the Warring States period to the present day not because of his overwhelming strength.

"My skin is thick enough to withstand even a Tailed Beast Ball!"

Konoha

midnight.

A figure carrying a sack stealthily made his way to the ruined Thousand Hands Clan territory, easily finding the only mansion still lit up, and slapped the gate twice across the face.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

"You're so capable of giving me a mission, but you're also capable of opening the door!"

"Thousand-Armed White Hair, I know you're home."

"."

creak~

Soon, the door with the handprint was pulled open from the inside, and Tobirama Senju, dressed in civilian clothes with a dark expression on his face, stepped out. His bloodshot eyes were filled with dark red veins.

"Damn curly-haired guy, can't you be a little quieter? Every time you come, you use the same old phrases to babble on and on. Aren't you annoyed?"

"Damn it! I quit!"

Seeing Tobirama Senju's resentful expression, Gin Uchiha's temper flared up as well.

I went to great lengths to bring you the materials, and even if I didn't work hard, I still deserve some credit. You didn't even prepare any sweet tea or pastries, and you dare to raise your voice at me?

Overwhelmed by trivial matters and feeling utterly exhausted, Tobirama Senju realized that his attitude was indeed somewhat problematic, and promptly adjusted himself.

Don't be angry, don't be angry.

A few seconds later, his expression softened somewhat, and he stepped aside to gesture for Uchiha Gin to come in.

"Come in, I've prepared a midnight snack for you."

"real?"

"Is black tea okay?"

Ps:

May your hair grow longer on the first day of the Lunar New Year

May your ears become soft on the third day of junior high school!

May you grow shorter on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

May your temperament change drastically on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

May you grow smaller on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year

May your feet grow smaller on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year.