Hashimara and Madara had already become the background board for thousands of people. They sat not far from the sealing site and restored the chakra to ensure the smooth progress of the sealing ceremony.

Take the processed ingredients from the logistics team, tie them into skewers around the bonfire, and prepare a hearty outdoor barbecue for those busy ninjas.

If you stand above the demon god's head and look down, the fire scattered everywhere is on the dusk ground, and it is full of its own light, this is the brilliant spark belonging to the world.

Uchiha Madara, who was sitting by the bonfire, looked over Hashiramara, who was cutting wooden sticks with kunai, and looked behind him as the blue-tailed beast Chakra pulled out of Nishi's body.

He is in a good mood now, clenched his fists and gently beat the armor on his chest. The buzz of steel came into his ears with the vibration.

The scars on his chest that were repeated as before were constantly merging him with Hashirama's chakra, and he could feel that his strength was constantly increasing.

Now that all the tailed beasts have been sealed, his plan can also be carried out, but it is a little distressing, and it has been integrated for so many days.

Chakra changed every second, but his eyes did not change.

When the ten tails in the moon were resurrected in his hands, the power that ruined the world would appear again in the ninja world.

Although it is not complete, it is enough to make him feel excited.

He looked at Hashirama and thought in his heart how many of the nine tailed beasts sealed into twenty pieces would he take?

Hashimara, who felt the hot sight, stopped the action of inserting the skewers on the ground in his hand and looked at him curiously, "Did you think of something interesting?"

I think of you, the scene of being beaten by the ten tails in the near future.

The spotted eyes became deeper, and he said insincerely: "I want a tailed beast, and every one wants it."

Hashirama was stunned for a moment, his eyes became free, attracted by the Mars blown by the wind.

He knew that Madara would not be aimless, and it was natural for him to make such a request, and his voice was calm: "How much do you want?"

"Not much, just one serving." Madara replied.

No one noticed that the idols they worship were secretly allocating the results of this battle.

"One serving is too small, I'll give you two!"

Hashima inserted the wooden sign into the soil and made a sound channel.

...

Madara nodded to him solemnly and said in his heart that you can do it lighter when you beat you up.

"But you have to do one thing for the village."

Hashimara, who had smiles in his eyes, picked up the wooden stick with grease and bite the grilled barbecue on the outside, and the sound became vague.

Sitting on the stone platform, Ban leaned forward and said in a grand manner: "There is no problem for ten things."

"Not that exaggerated." Hashima felt the lubricating and plump flesh between his lips and teeth, and smiled and handed him a bunch of them, "It's also related to the tailed beast."

He swallowed the flesh and was about to continue saying something, but was interrupted by the figure that was elusive and did not appear beside him.

It's Tobirama.

He looked at them with ecstasy, picked up a string of sizzling barbecue without hesitation, and sat in the spare position.

"I earned extra money for the village, but the amount was not much, 35 million taels."

After saying that, he completely ignored his elder brother's curious eyes and bit the seductive skewers and began to chew.

"Bang"

A crisp sound rang by the bonfire. Tobira silently withdrew the back of his hand that was slapped red by his elder brother, pointed to the long line behind him that became sparse and explained: "Lu Sheng thought of a good idea for commemorating paintings, 40,000 per picture. Although other hidden villages snatched business, the final income was 70 million taels, which was half the share of the ladies and horses of the paintings."

After saying that, he wiped his greasy hands, took out a painting from the armor, and handed it to his hands without oil.

Hashimara hurriedly walked to Madara and looked at the red scroll reflected by the light and fire.

"Oh! Not bad."

Hashirama commented on the keen self in the painting, that's right, this is him. He just stood there using wood escape and suppressed the two tails.

Madara did not comment, but just squinted his eyes and stared at himself in the painting, standing in Susanoo.

He just wasn't used to it, and suddenly appeared in the photos of thousands of people, and didn't know what to say about this genius's idea of ​​making money.

"This is actually a painting. According to different needs, you are performing different ninjutsu in the painting."

Seeing that no one could stop him anymore, Tomorama ate barbecue to his heart's content and fills his busy stomach that had been busy for a long time.

He couldn't remember how many places he used to go to and how many ninjas he had screened for just looking for actors and design scripts.

The wind direction began to change, and the flames were shaking in confusion in the night sky. It was the second tail that had been completely sealed, causing the wind that blocked her body to blow over.

"Brother Hashirama, the seal has been completed."

Yuzumi took his tribe members toward them, putting the large scroll sealed on his shoulders on the ground and saying.

"Okay." Hashirama walked forward and looked at him with joy, pointing at the skewers with an attractive aroma, "This is for you."

Seeing that Hai didn't want to say anything, he pushed his shoulder and said to the members of the vortex clan behind him: "This is what you deserve."

A constant stream of thanks sounded in my ears, and Hashima, who was leaning on the large scroll, looked at the crowd sitting by the bonfire and celebrating with relief.

Only Tobirama was unhappy. He reluctantly swallowed the barbecue on the wooden sign in one bite, stood up and gave way to them.

"Naughter."

Shortly after the two tails were successfully sealed, dense footsteps sounded in the night, and the sound came from Lie Dou's mask.

Hashimara, who was chatting with the Uzumaki clan by the campfire, turned his head and looked at the leaders of each village, exchanged glances with Madara and Tomoema, and the three of them stood up and walked towards them.

The rich twilight could not hide those majestic figures. The ninjas scattered everywhere discovered their leaders and were walking towards the distance with the legend.

"It's like going to listen to what they're talking about."

The sound of imagination around the bonfire was not responded. The man who was speaking hurriedly pushed his companion with his elbow, but found that his mind had been caught by female ninjas from other villages.

"Hello!"

"Ah? What's wrong."

"I said you can't find a partner in the village, why do you dare to fall in love with ninjas in other hidden villages?"

"What do you know?!" He blushed. He didn't dare to speak loudly because there were too many people, so he had to whisper, "Distance produces beauty."

Ninjas from all over the world gather together, and chemical reactions have caused many wonderful phenomena.

The sweat shed from the collision between the bodies can always attract the attention of many people, and a group of people surround the temporary physical craft arena.

There are not many rings, only three, the upper ninja, the middle ninja, and the lower ninja.

The ability level that Konoha divided by ninjas has long been passed to various hidden villages.

In the form of a wheel battle, walking on stage is considered to be a participant.
Chapter completed!