Chapter 77 Uchiha Tajima’s azuki yokan disappears!
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Zhong Er Shi Bing Wo Bu Zhi
After handing in the mission, Madara planned to go to the civilian market to buy some ingredients and go home. However, in the middle of the journey, he was stopped by an uncle from the clan who he had not interacted with much and stuffed a scroll over him. Madara originally thought he was asking for it. He handed it over to Ling, but was told by the other party that it was for Ling and himself.
This also makes Madara a little confused. After all, normally, there are only two types of people who get mission scrolls issued directly from the family. One is ninjas who have not done enough monthly missions, and the other is ninjas who have completed missions very well, so they are assigned important missions. .
Due to Ling's recovery period from his injury, the family now specifically allows him to take on tasks at will, without having to rush to meet the workload every month. Madara himself always does one task after another, so the first point must be eliminated.
[So it’s an important task? ] Madara lowered his head and looked at the scroll in his hand, feeling a little inexplicably excited in his heart, [Am I one step closer to my brother...]
However, before this excitement could float to the surface, Madara suppressed it in his heart again, "Compared with my brother and I, we are still far behind. We have to work harder. We cannot be complacent just because of such a small progress..."
With a long breath, Madara put away the scroll and walked towards the civilian market, thinking about what to make for dinner, but his brisk pace still exposed the boy's little thoughts that represented joy.
But all this happiness disappeared when he returned home with the ingredients he bought and smelled the strong and slightly bitter aroma of tea that permeated the house.
Following the scent of tea, Madara walked into the house and saw Ling Zheng sitting in the inner room, with a tea set in front of him. The rich and bitter scent of tea spread out from here.
"Is Madara back?"
"Yes, I'm back..." Madara looked inside through the crack in the door, "Well... I got the mission scroll from my uncle, saying it was for my brother and me. Does your brother know what's going on?"
Ling Wenyan chuckled, "Then I must have mentioned something to the great elder before... put the things away and come here and I will talk to you."
"Yes, I'll come as soon as I go."
Madara responded, and then closed the door, but at the moment the door closed, Madara's eyebrows also wrinkled. His brother was very good at drinking, and he liked drinking. He only found out about it not long ago, so he didn't know about his brother. He has a subtle habit of drinking, but he has long understood his brother's habit of drinking tea.
When you encounter something joyful, you will brew a scented tea with an elegant and sweet aroma. When you are stuck in a deadlock, you will brew a clear and slightly sour fruit tea. However, because this kind of tea is too strong, it loses the original flavor of the tea and even the aroma of the tea. The tea was bitter, and in Madara's memory, Ling had only brewed it twice.
One was when Ling went to the battlefield for the first time, and the other was when his mother died.
Either way, it's definitely not a good mood.
[Did you meet anything with those two guys? 】Putting the purchased ingredients in the kitchen, a trace of worry appeared on the spot's eyebrows, "If I could be stronger, maybe I could be of some help..."
"elder brother……"
Madara turned his head and faced Quan Nai, who was holding the door frame. There was a smile on his always expressionless face, and he waved to his brother, "What's wrong? Is there anything I can do for Quan Nai that I want you to help me with?"
"Didn't I go on a mission with my brother?" Quan Nai walked to Madara, "Did you encounter something during the mission? My brother felt a little scary when he came back..."
"I'm sorry, Izuna, I don't know too much about my brother, but it shouldn't be about the mission..." Madara sighed, "I will try to ask, can Izuna help me clean the ingredients? I have talked with my brother. Then come and cook.”
Quan Na nodded obediently.
Madara smiled and rubbed the top of Quan Na's hair, planning to go find Ling, but when he walked to the door, he turned back and said, "By the way, do you have any refreshments at home? My brother said that it would be better to eat sweets when you feel uncomfortable..."
"Ah, I know. Father came back yesterday to buy azuki bean yokan." Izuna pointed to the top cabinet, "They are all there."
"Let me see...ah, there is only one." Madara was a little confused, "Father, do you want to eat too?"
"Give it to your brother first. Father won't mind." Izuna looked up at Madara standing on the ceiling, "Father, I ate a lot yesterday, so it's okay if I don't eat today."
Madara thought about it and thought it was right, so he reached out and took out the azuki yokan that was properly packaged in the cabinet, "Then give it to my brother first."
……
After sensing Madara's departure, the smile on Ling's face also faded. After sitting upright for a moment, he raised his hand to refill himself a cup of tea that was already so strong that it had lost its original flavor.
After discussing the plan with Uchiha Akihiko, Ling did not stay at the ancestral hall any longer and went straight back home.
It is not something to be happy about when the worries in his heart have become a reality. Rather, he is feeling anxious now because of the black hand hidden in the dark.
How many people are there on the other side?
How to crack the opponent's ability?
Why is the other party targeting the Uchiha clan?
other side……
Every unanswerable question will leave a shadow in his heart, but the more important thing is his powerlessness in facing this matter.
[It is clear that the enemy is right in front of me, but I am powerless...] Ling rubbed the texture of the tea cup and pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, [Now... what else can I be used for? 】
knock knock.
"Brother, is it convenient for me to come in now?"
Hearing Madara's voice, Ling couldn't help but come back to his senses, raised his head and faced the direction of the voice, showing a gentle smile, "Of course, come in."
Madara then opened the door, put the yokan cut into small pieces on the table, and sat across from Ling, "... Brother, are you in a bad mood?"
Ling held the tea cup in his hand and still had a gentle smile on his lips. He did not deliberately hide his emotions, "Well, yes, I am in a bad mood."
Madara carefully observed Ling's expression and tentatively said, "...How can I help?"
"The current Ban is not good enough," Ling's smile spread a little, "The current me is not good either."
Madara was stunned, "Is there anything that even my brother can't do?"
"Madara, my brother must have told you many times that there is no omnipotent person in this world. The power of all living things is only relative..." Ling took a sip of tea, "If you are good at it, you must be lacking in it. Cons, you are, and so am I.
The investigation I asked Akihiko and Hiroshi to do produced results, but at the end of the day, I found that it was difficult for me to participate because of my lack of ability...
Okay, don't bother me anymore with these words, and read to me the scroll that your clan uncle gave you. "
Madara didn't know what to say when he heard this. He just glanced at Ling with worry, then took out the scroll and started reading.
This also makes Madara a little confused. After all, normally, there are only two types of people who get mission scrolls issued directly from the family. One is ninjas who have not done enough monthly missions, and the other is ninjas who have completed missions very well, so they are assigned important missions. .
Due to Ling's recovery period from his injury, the family now specifically allows him to take on tasks at will, without having to rush to meet the workload every month. Madara himself always does one task after another, so the first point must be eliminated.
[So it’s an important task? ] Madara lowered his head and looked at the scroll in his hand, feeling a little inexplicably excited in his heart, [Am I one step closer to my brother...]
However, before this excitement could float to the surface, Madara suppressed it in his heart again, "Compared with my brother and I, we are still far behind. We have to work harder. We cannot be complacent just because of such a small progress..."
With a long breath, Madara put away the scroll and walked towards the civilian market, thinking about what to make for dinner, but his brisk pace still exposed the boy's little thoughts that represented joy.
But all this happiness disappeared when he returned home with the ingredients he bought and smelled the strong and slightly bitter aroma of tea that permeated the house.
Following the scent of tea, Madara walked into the house and saw Ling Zheng sitting in the inner room, with a tea set in front of him. The rich and bitter scent of tea spread out from here.
"Is Madara back?"
"Yes, I'm back..." Madara looked inside through the crack in the door, "Well... I got the mission scroll from my uncle, saying it was for my brother and me. Does your brother know what's going on?"
Ling Wenyan chuckled, "Then I must have mentioned something to the great elder before... put the things away and come here and I will talk to you."
"Yes, I'll come as soon as I go."
Madara responded, and then closed the door, but at the moment the door closed, Madara's eyebrows also wrinkled. His brother was very good at drinking, and he liked drinking. He only found out about it not long ago, so he didn't know about his brother. He has a subtle habit of drinking, but he has long understood his brother's habit of drinking tea.
When you encounter something joyful, you will brew a scented tea with an elegant and sweet aroma. When you are stuck in a deadlock, you will brew a clear and slightly sour fruit tea. However, because this kind of tea is too strong, it loses the original flavor of the tea and even the aroma of the tea. The tea was bitter, and in Madara's memory, Ling had only brewed it twice.
One was when Ling went to the battlefield for the first time, and the other was when his mother died.
Either way, it's definitely not a good mood.
[Did you meet anything with those two guys? 】Putting the purchased ingredients in the kitchen, a trace of worry appeared on the spot's eyebrows, "If I could be stronger, maybe I could be of some help..."
"elder brother……"
Madara turned his head and faced Quan Nai, who was holding the door frame. There was a smile on his always expressionless face, and he waved to his brother, "What's wrong? Is there anything I can do for Quan Nai that I want you to help me with?"
"Didn't I go on a mission with my brother?" Quan Nai walked to Madara, "Did you encounter something during the mission? My brother felt a little scary when he came back..."
"I'm sorry, Izuna, I don't know too much about my brother, but it shouldn't be about the mission..." Madara sighed, "I will try to ask, can Izuna help me clean the ingredients? I have talked with my brother. Then come and cook.”
Quan Na nodded obediently.
Madara smiled and rubbed the top of Quan Na's hair, planning to go find Ling, but when he walked to the door, he turned back and said, "By the way, do you have any refreshments at home? My brother said that it would be better to eat sweets when you feel uncomfortable..."
"Ah, I know. Father came back yesterday to buy azuki bean yokan." Izuna pointed to the top cabinet, "They are all there."
"Let me see...ah, there is only one." Madara was a little confused, "Father, do you want to eat too?"
"Give it to your brother first. Father won't mind." Izuna looked up at Madara standing on the ceiling, "Father, I ate a lot yesterday, so it's okay if I don't eat today."
Madara thought about it and thought it was right, so he reached out and took out the azuki yokan that was properly packaged in the cabinet, "Then give it to my brother first."
……
After sensing Madara's departure, the smile on Ling's face also faded. After sitting upright for a moment, he raised his hand to refill himself a cup of tea that was already so strong that it had lost its original flavor.
After discussing the plan with Uchiha Akihiko, Ling did not stay at the ancestral hall any longer and went straight back home.
It is not something to be happy about when the worries in his heart have become a reality. Rather, he is feeling anxious now because of the black hand hidden in the dark.
How many people are there on the other side?
How to crack the opponent's ability?
Why is the other party targeting the Uchiha clan?
other side……
Every unanswerable question will leave a shadow in his heart, but the more important thing is his powerlessness in facing this matter.
[It is clear that the enemy is right in front of me, but I am powerless...] Ling rubbed the texture of the tea cup and pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, [Now... what else can I be used for? 】
knock knock.
"Brother, is it convenient for me to come in now?"
Hearing Madara's voice, Ling couldn't help but come back to his senses, raised his head and faced the direction of the voice, showing a gentle smile, "Of course, come in."
Madara then opened the door, put the yokan cut into small pieces on the table, and sat across from Ling, "... Brother, are you in a bad mood?"
Ling held the tea cup in his hand and still had a gentle smile on his lips. He did not deliberately hide his emotions, "Well, yes, I am in a bad mood."
Madara carefully observed Ling's expression and tentatively said, "...How can I help?"
"The current Ban is not good enough," Ling's smile spread a little, "The current me is not good either."
Madara was stunned, "Is there anything that even my brother can't do?"
"Madara, my brother must have told you many times that there is no omnipotent person in this world. The power of all living things is only relative..." Ling took a sip of tea, "If you are good at it, you must be lacking in it. Cons, you are, and so am I.
The investigation I asked Akihiko and Hiroshi to do produced results, but at the end of the day, I found that it was difficult for me to participate because of my lack of ability...
Okay, don't bother me anymore with these words, and read to me the scroll that your clan uncle gave you. "
Madara didn't know what to say when he heard this. He just glanced at Ling with worry, then took out the scroll and started reading.
