Chapter 250 Tobirama: Damn it, you can kill me or chop me up as you please.

Seeing that the two of them no longer paid attention to him, Tobirama's gaze fell on the half-eaten dessert in front of him. He silently picked up the spoon and started eating it in small bites again, but when he finished eating, another plate of dessert was placed in front of him.

Tobirama was stunned, and looked up at Uchiha Eiji who was retracting his hand, "...or is it for me?"

"What else? I don't eat such tasteless things."

Tobirama continued to lower his head to eat, while listening carefully to the conversations of the two Uchiha beside him. He also discovered that the jumpiness of their conversation was not accidental, but a habit.

For example, two people were happily discussing what their younger brothers and sisters had done in the previous second, and in the next second they turned to where they met what enemy last time, and then after just a few words they turned to their experience in eye techniques.

[No wonder everyone in the clan said not to try to understand the Uchiha. Even if the two clans are not hostile, it is difficult for them to become friends. There is no way to try to understand such a jumping brain circuit...]

Tobirama ate the dessert mechanically with a wooden expression, but his brain never stopped working. [Is it because the Uchiha are a ninja clan that can perform eye techniques, so their brains are more active? By the way, why haven't you finished this dessert yet? ]

Thinking of this, Tobirama looked down, only to find that a new plate had been placed in front of him, and next to him was Uchiha Masaki's hand that was being withdrawn. He looked up, but all he got was a cold "What? Don't you want to eat?"

Tobirama lowered his head again, looking at the dessert in front of him with a serious expression, [They want to stuff me to death with dessert because they can't do anything to me? ]

Although he thought so, in order to ensure that he would not be hurt by the other party, Tobirama could only try his best to slow down his eating speed. However, no matter how slow he was, he would eventually be full. Looking at the Japanese sweets that had been refilled in time for who knows how many times, Tobirama silently threw away the spoon and burped - [Damn it, you can kill me or cut me up as you please. ]

As a result, the next moment after he burped, the dessert in front of him was taken away and replaced with sweet and sour hawthorn juice. Uchiha Eider's voice, half surprised and half impressed, also rang out, "How amazing - how old are you? Ten years old? Your appetite is comparable to mine! Is it a talent of your family to have an appetite comparable to that of a glutton?"

Tobirama held the hawthorn juice and didn't want to talk.

Looking at Tobirama's slightly puffed face, Uchiha Eiji smiled and narrowed his eyes. He raised his hand to poke Tobirama's face, which still had some baby fat, and said, "Are you eating all the time because you are afraid that we will use this as an excuse to cause trouble to you?

I say you are such a funny guy! Who would use precious food to scare the enemy's children, hahahaha——"

Uchiha Masaki ate the Japanese fruit that was rejected by Tobirama and snorted, "It's really stupid."

Tobirama observed the expressions of the two people and took a sip of hawthorn juice. "But practically speaking, it is reasonable for me not to believe it, right?"

Uchiha Yingji supported his chin with one hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with the other hand, "Why don't you believe it? Ling's reputation within your clan should be pretty good, right?"

Tobirama thought seriously for a moment and said, "The clan only told us to run away immediately after seeing him and not to try to resist. They said that only in this way can we survive."

"Eh—that's quite accurate. Ling Jun usually doesn't go after enemies weaker than him."

"Is your clan all like this?"

Uchiha Eiji sneered, "No, I just like to slaughter the weak and nip all threats in the bud - especially a smart and lovable enemy kid like you, I absolutely cannot let you stay."

Tobirama picked up the cup and began to drink hawthorn juice, silently listening to the two people's intermittent and jumping conversation. However, the doubts that gushed out of his heart like a spring made him tentatively speak in the gap between the two people's conversation, "Can I... ask a few more questions?"

Uchiha Eiji raised an eyebrow, raised his hand to calm his friend who was gradually becoming irritable, and then said, "Tell me, if I'm in a good mood, I will be merciful and answer you."

"I heard that the Uchiha clan is extremely strong-worshiping and always follows the footsteps of the strong, but why do you still listen to the orders of Uchiha Ling?" Tobirama tried hard to ignore the malice from Uchiha Masaki and looked up at Uchiha Eiji. "And isn't the Uchiha a bloodline family that advocates eye techniques? Why - um!"

Uchiha Masaki raised his hand and pinched Tobirama's face. The murderous aura that he had suppressed burst out again, "Do you think you can be fearless just by relying on the little information you have deduced?"

"Yashu-jun - Ling-jun said this kid is not even as old as your brother?"

Uchiha Masaki clicked his tongue, shook off his hand fiercely and stood up, "I'm going outside to get some fresh air."

Tobirama raised his hand to cover his face which was pinched so hard that it hurt, and looked at Uchiha Eiji with a wooden face, "So why do you listen to that Uchiha Ling so much?"

"Why..." Uchiha Yingji snorted and laughed, "Of course, because he is Ling Jun - there is no need for any boring reasons. As long as he is Ling Jun, then no matter right or wrong, our generation will obey his words."

Tobirama put his hand down, his eyes still puzzled, "But don't Uchiha admire strength?"

"Tsk - Ling Jun is just blind, not useless." Uchiha Yingji reached out and touched Tobirama's forehead, still smiling kindly, but his tone became colder. "I tolerate you asking one last question. If you don't want to suffer, just keep silent after asking it - this is good for both of us."

Tobirama lowered his eyelids, thought for a moment, and then said, "I want to know what sentence of his left the deepest impression on you."

"The sentence that impressed me the most..." Uchiha Eiji's eyes shifted, "In fact, every sentence left a deep impression on me - but if I have to choose one, it should be the sentence I heard from Separate-sama when I was led by him for the first time.

[Only the strongest are worthy of staying behind to cover our retreat, so before I die, I will not give up on any of you, and you must not give up on yourselves either, we must all return alive.]"

Tobirama looked at Uchiha Eiji's complex expression which was a mixture of nostalgia and regret, said thank you, and then sat there obediently like a statue, not saying anything else.

Compared to the relatively relaxed atmosphere here, Hashirama, who followed Ling away, was tense all over. He was highly focused on Ling's every move and was thinking about the questions Ling might ask and how he should answer to please the other party - after all, this was related to whether he could go back alive today.

But to Hashirama's surprise, even after taking him around the market for a long time, Ling had no intention of speaking. Seeing that Ling was going to continue taking him around, Hashirama finally couldn't help but speak, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Ling slowed down his pace and tilted his head to face the direction of Hashirama, "What do you think of this market?"

【…? 】

Hashirama had no idea where this question came from, but he still looked around and answered seriously, "It's very prosperous, and it has a wide variety of goods, which greatly facilitates people's lives. There are also samurai to maintain law and order, so it's very peaceful."

"what about others?"

"Uh? Others?" Hashirama turned his head again to look at the vendors around him and couldn't help scratching his head. "What do you mean?"

"Then let me ask it another way—" Ling stopped, folded his hands and leaned on his cane knife, "Do you think these people who live in peace are happy?"