Killing his way through the ninja world, starting from being adopted by the second generation!

He hadn't slept so soundly in a long time; he dared not sleep soundly on the battlefield and was often awakened by the slightest sound.

This was probably the most comfortable sleep I've had in two years.

Sure enough, staying at home feels more comfortable; I can sleep soundly until dawn.

I can sleep until I naturally wake up without being disturbed at all.

Renya got up, stretched, and walked out of the room, just in time to see Tobirama Senju open the door.

"Good morning, sir."

It's just dawn, this old man's up pretty early...

Tobirama Senju nodded and said softly, "You're up. Make me some breakfast."

I still need to go to the office to work on some documents after lunch.

I didn't finish processing the documents yesterday because I was busy having dinner.

"Understood, Uncle."

Lianye went into the kitchen, first rinsed some brown rice and poured it into a clay pot, then added water and simmered it over low heat.

I'm going to cook some porridge; I want to eat something light in the morning.

He turned around and took out the eggs that Tobirama Senju had bought the night before. He fried them in a frying pan until both sides were golden brown, then grabbed a handful of seaweed flakes and mixed them in.

Once the eggs are cooked, the porridge will be almost done.

He placed the breakfast items onto the plates one by one, glanced at the wall clock, and finished cooking in just over ten minutes.

Lianye carried the tray to the table. The brown rice porridge in the clay pot was still steaming, with a thin layer of rice oil floating on the surface. Next to it was a porcelain plate with crispy fried eggs, the edges of which were slightly curled up.

"Uncle, breakfast is ready."

He gently placed the plate on the table and called out to Tobirama Senju, who was leaning against the doorway.

The old man was in a hurry to process the documents, so he just made a quick and simple meal.

As for his breakfast, we'll deal with it after the old man leaves. If we weren't short on time, we'd make something else.

Who eats this for breakfast?

Only those working 996 hours a day, like the Naruto crew, are so busy that they don't even have time to eat breakfast and can only eat some quick and easy food.

Unlike him, who has plenty of time to make breakfast.

Anyone who wants to become Hokage is a fool; they're just looking for trouble.

"Uncle, drink it while it's hot."

Lianye picked up the bowl and scooped out a small half bowl of brown rice porridge from the clay pot. The aroma of rice mixed with the steam wafted out.

Senju Tobirama nodded slightly, his fingertips touching the warm porcelain as he took the bowl.

Hmm, it's a bit hot.

He didn't speak, but first scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth. The soft and sticky texture of the brown rice, mixed with the aroma of rice, exploded on his tongue.

After swallowing, I picked up my chopsticks and took a bite of the fried egg, the crispy edges making a slight sound.

His gaze fell on Lian Ye, wondering why the boy wasn't eating.

Lian Ye seemed to sense his confusion and explained, "Uncle, I'm not hungry yet."

He had just woken up and had no appetite, so he planned to cook himself a lavish breakfast after the old man left.

During his two years on the battlefield, he never had a proper breakfast and mostly ate soldier's rations to fill his stomach.

Now that the war is finally over, of course we should have a good meal.

You can suffer for anyone but yourself...

Upon hearing this, Tobirama Senju continued eating, bite by bite.

After a night of research, he was indeed hungry and quickly finished a whole pot of porridge.

He put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"Remember to bring lunch over."

Tobirama Senju stood up, straightened his clothes, glanced at Renya, and said in a calm voice.

He didn't want the kid to forget to bring him food again like he did yesterday.

"Understood, Uncle."

Yesterday was an unusual day; I would never have forgotten it under normal circumstances.

Relieved, Tobirama Senju turned and left home.

As long as the kid doesn't forget to bring him food, that's fine; he relies on these three meals a day.

……

In front of Tobirama Senju's mansion.

"Madara, Tobirama is gone!"

When Hashirama Senju saw Tobirama leave, he excitedly nudged Madara Uchiha beside him, almost jumping out of his skin.

He stared at Tobirama's departing figure, his voice low but unable to hide his excitement: "Madara, look, look! He's gone!"

After spending the whole night here, I can finally go in and find Lian Ye openly.

Just thinking about the delicious food Lian Ye makes makes his mouth water.

"Ban, let's go inside quickly!"

He couldn't wait to try Lian Ye's cooking.

Seeing his best friend like this, Madara Uchiha shook his head helplessly.

Hashirama really has the mentality of a child.

Once Tobirama's figure disappeared from sight, Hashirama immediately pulled Madara into the mansion.

The Tobirama Senju residence.

Lian Ye was washing dishes in the kitchen at the time, completely unaware that two uninvited guests had arrived at her home.

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P.S.: I'm experiencing writer's block. It usually takes me an hour to write a chapter, but now it takes me two hours, sob sob...

Chapter 227 You Have a Strange Aura About You

What's a good breakfast option?

The water in the sink was flowing rapidly. Lianye mechanically washed the last dish, thinking about what to have for breakfast.

The kitchen was filled with a faint scent of dish soap.

Ever since Tobirama Senju became Hokage, the task of washing dishes has almost entirely fallen to him.

Lianye was about to finish washing the dishes and then make breakfast.

Suddenly, he froze, and the bowl in his hand almost slipped from his grasp.

A chill ran down my spine—

Someone was watching him from behind.

There's definitely someone at the door!

Who on earth dares to sneak into the Hokage's house?

Moreover, he only just noticed the other party approaching, so their intentions are probably not good!

Lianye turned around abruptly, activating her three-tomoe Sharingan, ready for battle.

It goes without saying what kind of people dare to sneak into the Hokage's house in Konoha Village, right?

They're probably assassins sent from other villages!

The war was finally over, but these guys really haven't changed their ways.

Two tall figures stood in the doorway, sunlight streaming in from behind them and casting long shadows on the floor.

The person on the left had long black hair and wore a black robe; his black eyes were calmly watching him.

—Uchiha Madara!

The moment Renya saw him, she immediately recognized Madara's identity.

Although this was his first meeting with Madara Uchiha in a true sense, he recognized him at a glance.

The original owner had seen Madara a few times from afar while in the orphanage, but by the time he transmigrated, Madara was already close to his defection.

The long-haired man standing on the right, with a gentle yet weary smile on his face, could only be Hashirama Senju.

Renya never expected that Uncle Hashirama would actually be able to find Madara Uchiha...

The ninja world is so vast, yet it only took two years. It can only be said that the blood ties between brothers are truly unbreakable.

"Uncle Hashirama... Lord Madara?!" Renya's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice caught in her throat.

The two who faked their deaths in Konoha have returned together.

Has Hashirama Senju successfully persuaded Madara Uchiha to abandon the "Eye of the Moon" plan?

"Yo, Renya!" Hashirama waved cheerfully. "Madara and I just happened to be passing through Konoha and thought we'd come and see you."

Hashirama scratched his head, laughing somewhat awkwardly, "Ahaha, long time no see, Renya. You've grown quite a bit taller."

“Uncle Hashirama, it’s been a long time since we last met.” Renya nodded in agreement.

Uncle Hashirama faked his death and left, and there has been no news of him since. People who don't know the situation might think he died out there.

Two years have passed without a single reply. No wonder he's Hashirama Senju; he's got a really big heart!

Aunt Mito lived in constant fear, never knowing whether her husband was still alive.

Madara Uchiha didn't speak, but simply looked at the boy in front of him with his indifferent eyes.

Is this the Uchiha child adopted by Tobirama?

Judging from this, Hashirama hadn't lied to him; Tobirama hadn't mistreated him after all.

The only question is where Tobirama took him last night.

They didn't return until almost dawn...

When Lianye was being stared at by Ban, it felt like being stared at by a powerful, ferocious beast, which exuded a strong aura that kept strangers at bay, making him feel uncomfortable all over, with the hairs on his body standing on end.

Is this Madara Uchiha?

The sense of oppression is really strong!

If Hashirama Senju hadn't been standing there, he would have been worried that Madara would attack him at any moment.

Now I finally understand why Tobirama Senju was wary of Madara Uchiha.

That old bastard would never allow such a powerful Uchiha to leave his sight.

After all, nobody knows what he might do.

But Renya knew that it was Tobirama's distrust that led Madara Uchiha to be disappointed in Konoha.

This is a valid point of view regardless of whose perspective you take.

Madara Uchiha narrowed his eyes. "Kid, have you seen enough?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

This kid's gaze has been fixed on me from the very beginning, and even after all this time, he still hasn't looked away.

"I'm sorry, Lord Madara." Lianye quickly looked away, having been lost in thought and hadn't noticed the matter.

"Haha, Madara, don't be angry. Renya must not have seen you for a long time to be acting like this." Hashirama chuckled, trying to smooth things over.

As he spoke, he patted Ban's shoulder with a smile, but the latter dodged away in disgust, so he had no choice but to awkwardly withdraw his hand.

Lian Ye turned her head away, pretending not to have seen what was happening.