Konoha: Prepare to defect, the system is coming

after an hour.

An artistic meatball shop in Konoha Village.

Uzumaki Zetsu drew a few strokes on the white paper with a pen, and a lifelike "poop" appeared on the paper. It stared at the poop on the paper for a long time and frowned.

"Al?

I always feel that this poop still lacks a bit of flavor and feeling."

As it spoke, it drew a few more wavy lines on the poop.

Looking at the steaming poop, which looked like freshly baked poop, Uzumaki Zetsu took a deep breath and said, "No matter how I draw, I can't find the feeling of defecation. Is it because I can't poop?"

Wouldn’t it be better if there were a few attracted flies on the painting? Or...”

boom!

There was a huge sound of slamming the table, and Uzumaki Zetsu was frightened for a moment, and he immediately looked up.

There are eight tables in the small shop, and four chairs are placed around each table. At this time, the entire shop is empty and not popular.

However, Uzumaki Zetsu doesn't care at all whether its store is popular or not. Anyway, it doesn't point to the store to make money. It's purely about losing money for art.

There were three people sitting against the wall on the left side of the shop, two women and one man.

The two women sat side by side, and the man sat opposite them and greeted him with a smile.

After it looked away from Asuka, it looked at Tsunade who was patting the table, and a businessman-like smirk immediately appeared on its face and said.

"Tsunade-sama, what's wrong?"

Tsunade put down the bottle of wine, looked at the ordinary shop owner with a confused look, and said with a belch, "Boss, can you please stop using such off-putting words when others are eating?"

"Okay! Okay!"

Uzumaki Zetsu silently put the drawing board back and smiled apologetically at her.

Seeing that Tsunade turned her head and no longer pursued the matter, Uzumaki Zetsu lay on the chair with his legs crossed and a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

Madara-sama is still the same as before, excellent.

At that time, no matter how many pictures of poop they drew or how many times they said disgusting words in their mouths every day, the two of them would not stop themselves from pursuing art except scolding themselves.

but now.

Glancing at Tsunade who was preventing him from pursuing art, he secretly took out his diary and wrote a long paragraph complaining about it.

[Jue, today is the thirty-seventh day that I have lost money.

You don’t know how difficult it is to open a store to make money. Every day I see that the “Meatballs” I made cannot be sold and can only be sold at a discount or even given away for free. I feel very uneasy in my heart.

Even if you lose money, you will even have to endure the difficulties from customers. Whenever you are dissatisfied, they will slap the table and knock on the bench]

After writing this, it looked up at Tsunade, made a face secretly, and continued to write.

Ever since it asked Bai Zetsu to bring a batch of drinks from Bird Fruit and wanted to make "soy-flavored instant meatballs", Tsunade had been eyeing it.

The key is to drink, and she won't even eat the food and wine.

This is too much! !

"Hiccup~"

There was a melodious belch of wine, and Tsunade's eyes moved slightly downward to look at the appetizers on the table, and a few black lines could not help but appear on her forehead.

She had a good impression of this ice cream-shaped meatball. Not only did it taste the same as other meatballs, but the price was half that of ordinary meatballs. However, when she heard about the "poop" meatballs from the store owner one day, she instantly became interested in them. Qian Wanzi lost interest.

"The wine here is really good. It originates from the Land of Birds. If you want to transport it to Konoha, you need to pay a lot of freight. Although I am willing to drink it, I don't like to be taken advantage of.

This is the only store in Konoha or in the Land of Fire that sells alcohol at affordable prices. "

Hearing Tsunade talking to herself, Asuka raised his head and glanced at Uzumaki Zetsu.

Behind this guy are hundreds of thousands of White Zetsu who are very obedient, free of charge, tireless, and can travel underground. Uzumaki Zetsu asked them to get some drinks from the Bird Country. How can those White Zetsu ask for errand fees from him?

"Tsunade-sama!"

Then Feiniao picked up the meatball, took a bite, and said, "If we don't mediate, it will be dinner time."

Hearing this, Tsunade looked up at the dim sky outside, then shook her head to regain some consciousness.

After glancing at the two of them, she cupped her cheek with one hand and shook the bottle with the other hand, and said drunkenly.

"Why are you fighting today?"

Uchiha Mikoto's face darkened and she said coldly.

"Tsunade-sama, he destroyed my family."

"nonsense!"

Feiniao slapped the table and immediately retorted, "I was just talking. Did I take action? What did I do?"

"You found a foreign female secretary for Fugaku today."

Uchiha Mikoto glanced at him coldly, and then told Tsunade the key points of what would happen to the clan today, and by the way, she also expressed her dissatisfaction that had been accumulated for a year.

After hearing the bitterness that Mianqin vomited, she looked up.

There was still anger on Uchiha Asuka's face, as if he had been wronged by what he said just now.

"Kid!"

Tsunade put down the bottle and said calmly, "Don't deny it in a hurry. I heard about this when I returned to the village last year. But I didn't expect that you would actually start taking action this year.

Is finding a secretary for Fugaku really just to lighten his burden? "

"etc!"

Seeing Tsunade's gradually clenched fists, Asuka slapped her palm directly in front of her, and said righteously, "Most of what I did was for the Fugaku clan leader, and the rest of my thoughts were for Mikoto-sama."

Hearing this, Uchiha Mikoto stiffened for a moment. When she turned around and looked to her side, Tsunade happened to look over, with a strange look in her eyes.

Their eyes met in the air, and the two quickly turned their heads to the other side.

Half an hour passed.

Uchiha Mikoto turned her head. She looked at Asuka as if she were looking at scum, and said coldly, "What do you mean for my concubine's sake? Don't say it in such a way that people can easily misunderstand it."

"It's not only for Fugaku, but also for you."

Feiniao took another bite of the meatball and said seriously.

“Behind every successful man, there is often an excellent woman. She is the one who silently supports and gives selflessly, injecting strength and wisdom into the man’s success.

Mikoto-sama, ask yourself, what have you injected into the clan leader recently?

You said that every time the patriarch works late at night and wants to go home for a hot dinner, when he opens the door, what he sees is a cold living room, a smoke-free kitchen, and plates so clean that ants can slip on them. .

Can you blame the patriarch for going out drinking every night? He is worried, he is hungry, and he does not want to cook by himself. "

Hearing this, Tsunade secretly looked at Mikoto, recalling in her mind the rumors about the Uchiha clan last year.

It is said that one night, in order to celebrate the 100th day of Sasuke's birth, Uchiha Mikoto specially prepared a large table of meals, but as soon as she turned around, the food disappeared, not even leaving a plate.

From then on, Mikoto didn't like cooking dinner.

"This issue."

Uchiha Mikoto took a deep breath, swallowed back the excuse she wanted to evade, and admitted directly, "This is because I didn't adjust my mentality. The shadow left by that incident was too big. .”

boom! ! !

Asuka slapped the table, attracted Tsunade's attention, and said, "Tsunade-sama, you see, those who are favored are confident. Mikoto-sama just has no sense of crisis. She feels that the clan leader will always accommodate her.

But the clan leader is so busy every day that he can't even get a bite of hot food when he gets home. How can he feel good about this? If the patriarch brings his emotions into work and dealing with family affairs, he will easily make wrong decisions. "

As he spoke, he sat up straight and his expression suddenly became serious, "I will find a secretary for the clan leader. Not only can he help the clan leader handle daily affairs, but he can also create a sense of crisis for Mikoto-sama.

Only with a sense of crisis can Mikoto-sama change herself and become the outstanding woman behind Uchiha's first Hokage, instead of creating conflicts for the clan leader every day. "

Click!

After hearing this well-founded defense, Uchiha Mikoto subconsciously crushed the porcelain spoon in her hand.

She always felt that this bastard must not have such thoughts, but she couldn't think of the right words to refute him.

Seeing Mikoto's face turning red, Tsunade narrowed her eyes, then slammed the wine bottle on the table, "Kid, don't be sophistical here, I can guarantee that when you brought up this idea, there was absolutely no reason for Mikoto in your mind. Good intentions."

"Wait~"

Asuka spread his hands and said helplessly, "Tsunade-sama, since you have heard about the rumor back then, you should know the purpose of me bringing up this [idea], right?"

"For you Uchiha to have a Hokage."

"That's right, Uchiha had no hope of becoming a Hokage, and Mikoto-sama couldn't provide good support to the clan leader. We clansmen see this and are anxious in our hearts."

"so."

"So, we must create a sense of crisis for Mikoto-sama, otherwise if she continues to be so willful, the Fugaku clan leader will waste half of his thoughts on his family every day, and the Uchiha clan will not be able to produce a Hokage.

After studying for a long time, we decided to fight fire with fire, and we had to give Mikoto-sama a strong medicine. "

After hearing these remarks, Tsunade's cheeks instantly turned red, whether from anger or from drinking.

She glanced at Mikoto who lowered her head, then immediately raised her head and glared at Asuka, saying.

"Kid, who taught you to fight fire with fire like this?"