Chapter 111. Don't Come Any Closer!

Chapter 111. Don't Come Any Closer!

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Very soon—

The representatives from Kirigakure arrived.

And not long after that, Kumogakure also sent word, expressing a desire for peace.

This was… confusing.

Weren't the Kumo ninjas supposed to be stubborn and aggressive?

Didn't they say they wouldn't retreat unless they were paid a Danzo?

So what happened now?

Although the war's outcome was already determined, and one Kumogakure couldn't stir up much trouble—what if they actually succeeded?

What if Hiruzen Sarutobi couldn't withstand the pressure and sold out his best friend?

To Yuto, this was extremely disappointing.

Why the sudden retreat?

Early morning.

The entire village was buzzing with excitement.

After all, the arrival of Kirigakure's delegation signified that peace was truly on the horizon.

Naturally, the villagers were ecstatic.

As soon as they stepped outside, many passed by "Yuto Milk Tea"—and couldn't resist buying a cup.

Once again, Yuto Milk Tea was the talk of the town.

At the same time—

Under the escort of Konoha ninjas, the Kirigakure ninjas entered the village—all wearing sour expressions.

Of course.

The Seven Ninja Swordsmen were down to three, the Third Mizukage was dead, the Three-Tails was sealed in someone else, and now, they had lost the war—it made sense that they weren't in a good mood.

No one blamed them for it.

"So this is Konoha?"

A Kiri ninja scoffed, looking around dismissively.

"Doesn't seem like anything special."

But then—

His eyes suddenly froze on a familiar signboard:

[Yuto Milk Tea]

He was stunned.

Because on the battlefield—Yuto Milk Tea was famous!

All those ridiculous slogans—

"Refresh your mind!"

"Boost your energy!"

"Power up with every sip!"

But none of that was the real reason for its fame.

The real reason?

Its brand ambassador was a notorious pervert—nicknamed "Konoha's Ass-aulter" and "Thunder Finger."

What kind of deranged restaurant owner would pick a pervert to represent their food brand?! Who the hell would even buy it?!

That's just disgusting!

But then—

Why was he suddenly so tempted to try it?

The Kiri ninja stared at the milk tea shop, feeling an intense urge to step inside and take a look.

"It's just curiosity! That's all! I just want to see how disgusting this pervert's shop actually is!"

He was about to resist his curiosity and turn away when—

Suddenly—

Two figures walked out, each holding a strangely designed cup.

The white-haired ninja froze in shock. "Zabuza-senpai? Terumi Mei-senpai?! Why… did you guys buy one?!"

"???"

Yeah… why did I buy one?!

Terumi Mei: Σ(д;)

She stared at the milk tea in her hand, utterly bewildered.

Just moments ago, she passed by the shop, then walked inside, and now…

Now she was holding a cup.

Was this… genjutsu?!

But she felt nothing unusual.

Meanwhile, Zabuza didn't care. He had tried it before the last time he was in Konoha. Now that he was back, he just felt like having another cup.

No big deal.

Genjutsu?

Impossible.

That perverted ambassador may be a freak, but the drink tasted good.

Still—

If he had a choice…

He would rather never set foot in this painful place again.

Zabuza's bandaged face showed a momentary sadness—before he shook his head and let it pass.

The Kirigakure ninja stared at Zabuza and Terumi Mei in fury, pointing at them as if they were traitors.

After all—

Their Mizukage had died at Konoha's hands. His death was so gruesome that he had to be buried with a white cloth covering his body, preventing anyone from seeing his final state.

Clearly—

The Mizukage died a horrible death.

And now—

Even their village's Tailed Beast… had been stolen. And these two were casually buying Konoha's milk tea?!

Traitors!

But no matter how much the angry Kirigakure ninja pointed and scolded, Zabuza didn't respond. He just wanted this whole thing to be over so he could leave this miserable place.

"You guys… I… I…" The furious ninja stammered, and his emotions were all over the place.

Finally—

"Fine! If that's how it is… then I'm buying one too!"

Suddenly—

He felt like trying it himself.

"…"

If you want to buy it, just buy it—why make such a big scene?

Still—

This time in Konoha… we better stay cautious.

What Kirigakure truly wanted wasn't war—it was compensation. Enough compensation to help Kirigakure survive this period of weakness.

Although they weren't as miserable as Sunagakure, the war had still devastated them. Especially with the outrageous military expenses, they had nearly drained Kirigakure dry.

And now that they had lost the war, the attitude from the Land of Water's Daimyo was obvious.

If they didn't find a way to recover, the infamous "Bloody Mist" tradition would only grow worse—

More people would have to die.

Besides—

Konoha was rich now.

The value increased by 400 million ryo, and now with a total of 1 billion ryo in hand, Konoha was overflowing with confidence. Even Kumogakure had surrendered—they didn't have the resources to continue the fight.

Konoha truly lived up to its reputation as the strongest and wealthiest ninja village!

And now—

They had produced someone so extraordinary that even the bounty placed on him was higher than that of the "God of Ninja World" in his prime!

It was enough to make others jealous.

Why didn't Kirigakure have someone like that?

"If only… Danzo-sama was from our village!"

Even if they didn't sell him off, just having 1 billion ryo in their village would give them the confidence to stand tall.

Konoha.

A land of great talents and endless opportunities.

As they sipped their milk tea, Zabuza, Terumi Mei, and the white-haired Kirigakure ninja all sighed helplessly. They glanced at the "Yuto BBQ" shop nearby, feeling tempted, but their money was running low. They couldn't afford it. They decided to head back and ask their leader if they could get a free meal.

However.

Just as the three of them were about to leave, still disappointed—

"Eh? Eh? Eh? Aren't you guys from Kirigakure?"

A cocky, mocking voice rang out.

"I heard you guys played shady tricks that not only made you lose your Mizukage, but also lose your Tailed Beast. And you still have the face to show up here?!"

The moment those words dropped, all three Kirigakure shinobi frowned, turning their heads in irritation.

Standing before them was a young man, sporting an unusually thick beard for his age.

One guy?

Daring to provoke all three of them?

As a female ninja, Terumi Mei refused to tolerate it. As long as no one died, everything else was fair game in the world of ninjas.

"Where did this old man come from?" Terumi Mei fired back instantly. "Aren't you a little too old to be picking fights in the streets? Be careful—you might get so angry you drop dead on the spot."

She sneered. "Konoha just played some cheap tricks, that's all."

"Then why didn't you guys do the same?" Asuma picked his nose indifferently. "No one stopped you from using dirty tricks. Weak is weak. And now you still have the nerve to come here begging for money?"

He knew what was going on. Kakashi had become the Three-Tails Jinchuriki, And the higher-ups were considering handing him over to Kirigakure for peace. He would stop it no matter what!

The Kiri ninjas looked ready to throw hands, and Asuma was more than eager to fight. He grinned provocatively, "Come on, then! Hit me! You dare?!"

If they touched him, he would immediately collapse, play unconscious—

And make sure they paid up for attacking the Hokage's son.

Even if he couldn't match Danzo's price, he'd at least be worth one Kakashi.

Sarutobi Asuma wasn't cheap!

"Damn you!" The white-haired Kiri ninja was furious. He threw down his milk tea, rolling up his sleeves. "Let's see how powerful a Konoha's old man is!"

Just as he was about to swing—

"Wait!" Zabuza grabbed his wrist. "Don't do it!"

"What?! Why are you stopping me, Zabuza-senpai?!" The white-haired ninja snarled. "He insulted us! Are we just going to let this go?!"

But Zabuza didn't answer. Instead, he shook his head, his eyes narrowing with deep caution.

"Zabuza-senpai! Terumi Mei-senpai!" The white-haired ninja was losing his patience.

Yet Zabuza only shook his head again. His face grew grim, and his voice was low and serious: "Konoha's… Ass-saulter…"

"Uchiha… Obito."

Even though Obito wasn't wearing his mask, Zabuza recognized him immediately.

Because—

He would never forget what happened during the Chunin Exams.

"?!?!"

Everyone froze in shock.

The white-haired ninja instantly calmed down, his raised foot snapping back to the ground. Unconsciously, his legs clenched together.

The name alone.

Was terrifying.

Even Asuma twitched at the mention of "Obito."

Wait… he's here?!

Don't come any closer!

Asuma had only wanted to stir up some trouble.

A little scam, nothing serious.

Just a small matter!

But now—

Even Obito looked confused.

He had just come to find Kakashi for training and happened to walk by.

And now…

Why was everyone staring at him?!

A strange, eerie silence filled the air.

Everyone's gazes locked onto him.

Suddenly—

Obito thought… should he wear a mask first?