Chapter 96: Drinking Tsingtao Beer and Beating Friends and Family

"Wow--"

"grandfather......"

“Woo woo woo woo…hiss——”

"Brother Naruto, can you give me some more glutinous rice balls?"

"I want something sweet..."

Konohamaru wailed as he searched for something with his chopsticks.

He howled a few times after every bite of food.

It can be seen that the death of three generations has indeed dealt a great blow to the child.

"Hiss-"

"Wait, the meatballs I just put in aren't cooked yet."

Naruto sipped a mouthful of crystal powder, his face full of satisfaction and pleasure.

Konohamaru, who was sitting opposite him, raised his butt and cried while picking up the food.

Jiraiya and Kakashi grabbed their wine glasses and took sips.

The stimulation of alcohol made them forget the sadness just now for a moment.

A group of four, old and new, sat around a square table, eating hot pot and drinking wine. At first glance, there was nothing wrong with the scene of four people eating hot pot.

But outside they were still drizzling...

as well as.......

Diagonally opposite Jiraiya, he could just see the portrait of the Third Hokage.

Above the four-person seats, there was a huge canopy tent, and the tables, chairs, benches, hot pot bowls and chopsticks were all made by Uzumaki Naruto.

The ingredients in the pot and the drinks that Jiraiya and Kakashi drank were all tributes from the third generation old man.

Um......

All ingredients are fresh today, very good.

As for why the four of them gathered at the grave of the third generation to eat hot pot...

That all starts with a certain white-haired old man named Deng.

Jiraiya said at the time that he had been away from Konoha for many years and it had been a while since he had a drink with the old man.

When I think about it now, we are already separated forever.

As he said this, the sadness in Jiraiya's eyes almost overflowed.

When I turned around, I saw Naruto holding the tombstone with one hand, his legs crossed, and biting an apple with a "gacha gacha" sound in his mouth.

The master and disciple then looked at each other for two seconds, and without further words, they knew what the other was thinking.

The next second, the two of them sat in front of the tombs of three generations and ate the offerings.

White-haired Chuuto Kakashi tried to stop them several times.

But before he could say anything, Jiraiya and Naruto spoke in perfect tacit understanding.

"The tribute is just the living's grief and mourning for the deceased..."

"Rather than letting it rot in a cemetery, it's better for young people like us to eat it."

Konohamaru felt that what elder brother Naruto and elder brother's master said made a lot of sense, and with tears in his eyes he joined the team that stole his grandfather's tribute.

The three of them squatted at the grave in the drizzle with sad faces, eating the offerings reverently.

After a few minutes, Jiraiya couldn't stand the rain anymore.

He disliked his surroundings.

There are still some tributes that have not been cooked yet.

I've already eaten everything else, it would be a shame not to eat these things.

When Naruto heard this, he directly pulled out the canopy tent from the system.

They immediately camped in the cemetery and took out pots, pans, tables, chairs and benches.

At first, Naruto was thinking about taking some ingredients out of the system and cooking them.

After all, no matter how much tributes from three generations there were, it was not enough for the three of them to eat.

But considering the face of the Third Hokage, Naruto felt that it was somewhat impolite to eat anything other than offerings at someone else's grave.

In the end, Naruto didn't pull the ingredients out of his system.

But the smart Konohamaru secretly ran to someone else's grave, took a lot of things and stuffed them into his arms.

In response to this, Naruto could only say that he was a very sensible younger brother.

The ingredients had just been put into the pot for a few minutes. After struggling for a long time, Kakashi decided to sit down and eat together.

There is no need to think too much. Whether he is involved or not, he is already a member of the gang.

Instead of doing nothing and taking the blame, you might as well sit down and have a good meal.

Then you will feel more at ease when you are punished.

So, on the fourth day of the New Year, the old and new people at the scene ate hot pot in front of the graves of three generations.

At the moment of enjoying the tribute, he had taken off the mask on his face, and Naruto saw the full appearance of the white-haired Nakadashi for the first time.

Speaking of handsome...

Naruto felt that he was almost the same as himself.

However, Baimao Zhongdeng's appearance makes him look like a good candidate to be a gigolo.

The only drawback is that he still looks like he has kidney deficiency.

Kakashi ate the last meatball and took a sip of wine, with a slightly drunken look on his face.

"Which road is more..."

"There's not enough food."

After saying this, Jiraiya and Konohamaru both looked at Naruto.

Under the threatening gazes of the three people, Naruto finally broke his bottom line.

Three generations of old men...

I am giving you a lot of face.

Eat something else on your grave...

That was all coerced by your grandson and disciples!

It has nothing to do with me, Uzumaki Naruto!

Naruto sighed softly and continued to take out system ingredients.

There were all kinds of creatures flying in the sky, running on the ground, and swimming in the water, which whetted the appetite of the three people at the table.

Who cares whether we have a dinner at a grave?

Jiraiya poured out the last drop of wine in the glass and frowned slightly. He suddenly remembered that he had drunk so many glasses, but it seemed that he had not yet had a drink with the old man.

"Naruto, do you have any wine..."

Hearing Jiraiya's words, Naruto rolled his eyes on the spot and threw out a box of Tsingtao beer.

Jiraiya raised his head and drank the whole can, making a happy sound.

Compared to the sake just now, it would be more refreshing if I drank it cooler.

He hooked his arm around Naruto's shoulders and spoke with a grin.

"Where are the roads? Do you want to drink something?"

"Old Deng! I'm not yet an adult!"

"You still care about this?"

Uzumaki Naruto: ...

Come to think of it, what Jiraiya said does make some sense. And considering his physique, drinking a little alcohol isn't a big problem.

So, Naruto opened a can of wine for himself and also dragged Konohamaru into it.

To be honest, doing things that corrupt his grandson at the grave of a third-generation old man...

In fact, he feels quite guilty.

In this way, the four drunkards, Old, New and Chu, were making loud noises at the grave.

"Mr. Advisor!!"

"Something bad is going to happen!"

The Anbu ninja ran and rolled in front of Mito Kado En and Utane Koharu.

Due to the death of the Third Hokage, the authority of the Anbu ninja was temporarily handed over to the two advisors.

but......

They really don't want to clean up this mess!!

Before, with Sarutobi Hiruzen blocking the yellow-haired man of Konoha, they didn't have to worry at all.

In addition, Danzo was seriously injured and hospitalized in a coma, and the third generation died in battle...

Now the mess of the entire Konoha Village can only fall on their shoulders.

The Anbu ninja told how the old and new people had a dinner party at the grave on the fourth day of the first lunar month, and drank a lot of wine...

Horse riding!

The Third Hokage’s body is still warm!

Aren't you afraid that the Hokage will be so angry that he will come back to life and show off a few bottles of blood pressure medicine after doing such a thing? ?

At that time, more than a dozen Anbu ninjas couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so they took out their weapons and rushed forward.

The result is...

However, the opponent's fighting power was so terrifying that more than a dozen Anbu ninjas attacked at the same time, but were pinned to the ground and hammered by two white-haired and one yellow-haired.

Especially since those guys were all drunk, they didn't care about the severity of their attacks at all.

This ANBU ninja was able to report back to the Hokage Building.

In other words, he was well aware of the background of the yellow-haired man in Konoha, so he hid in the back and watched the battle, thus avoiding this disaster.

As for everyone else…

He has been hung on the tree by Huangmao.

When Mitomon En and Utane Koharu saw the Anbu ninja shouting, their hearts skipped a beat.

After hearing the news, everyone's eyes went dark.

The blood pressure of the two also soared at this moment, but fortunately there were still some remaining medicines in Sarutobi Hiruzen's drawer.

They found the medicine and took it clumsily. After a few minutes, they felt much better.

Hiruzen...

It’s really not easy for you!

At this moment, they finally understood how hard Sarutobi Hiruzen had lived over the years.

But what to do next? !

Jiraiya, one of the three ninjas, the genius ninja Hatake Kakashi, the fourth generation's son Konoha yellow-haired, and the last third generation grandson...

Picking out any one of them would give them a headache for a while, let alone four.

There is absolutely no way I can control it!

rough!

If Konoha continues like this, it will be doomed.

"no!"

"We must choose a Hokage immediately!"

After saying this, Utane Koharu glanced at Mito Menen.

The two exchanged glances, both saying that whoever wanted to be the fifth-generation Hokage could take the blame, but they would never do it.

After all, they still want to live a few more years.

The Fifth Hokage must have experience and be able to suppress these four people...

The candidate who meets these two requirements is very clear.

The two looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

"correct!"

"Tsunade, one of the three ninjas!"