“What should I eat for breakfast?”
Water gushed from the sink as Renye mechanically washed the last bowl, his mind pondering what to have for breakfast.
A faint scent of dish soap permeated the kitchen.
Ever since that Old Man, Senju Tobirama, became Hokage, washing dishes had almost entirely fallen to him.
Renye planned to finish the dishes and then make breakfast.
Suddenly, his movements froze, and the bowl in his hand nearly slipped.
A chill crept up his spine—
Someone was watching him from behind.
There was definitely someone at the door!
Who would dare sneak into the Hokage’s house?
And the fact that he only just noticed their proximity meant the newcomer was likely ill-intentioned!
Renye spun around, activating his Three-Tomoe Sharingan, ready for battle.
Anyone who dared to sneak into the Hokage’s house in Konoha Village, their intentions were self-explanatory, weren't they?
Most likely, assassins sent from other Villages!
The war had only just ended with great difficulty, and these guys truly hadn’t changed their ways.
At the doorway stood two tall figures, sunlight streaming in from behind them, casting long shadows on the floor.
The person on the left had long black hair and wore a black robe, his black eyes calmly observing him.
—Uchiha Madara!
The moment Renye saw him, he immediately recognized Madara’s identity.
Although, in a true sense, this was his first meeting with Uchiha Madara, he still recognized the other party at a glance.
His original body had seen Madara from afar a few times at the orphanage, but by the time he transmigrated, Madara was already close to his defection.
The long-haired man standing on the right, with a gentle yet weary smile on his face, who else could it be but Senju Hashirama?
Renye hadn’t expected that Uncle Hashirama could actually find Uchiha Madara…
The Ninja World was so vast, yet it only took him two years; it could only be attributed to the blood ties between brothers.
“Uncle Hashirama… Lord Madara?!” Renye’s pupils contracted sharply, his voice caught in his throat.
Konoha’s fake-death duo had actually returned together.
Had Senju Hashirama successfully persuaded Uchiha Madara to abandon the “Eye of the Moon” plan?
“Yo, Renye!” Hashirama waved cheerfully, “Madara and I happened to be passing through Konoha, so we thought we’d come see you.”
Hashirama scratched his head, smiling somewhat awkwardly: “Ah haha, long time no see, Renye. You’ve grown quite a bit.”
“Uncle Hashirama, it has indeed been a long time since we last met.” Renye nodded in agreement.
That guy, Uncle Hashirama, left after faking his death and had never sent any news; anyone who didn’t know might have thought he had died outside.
Two years, and he didn’t even send a letter back. Truly Senju Hashirama, so carefree!
Aunt Mito worried every day, constantly unsure if her husband was still alive.
Uchiha Madara said nothing, merely scrutinizing the young man before him with his indifferent eyes.
So this was the Uchiha child adopted by Tobirama?
From the looks of it, Hashirama hadn’t lied to him; that guy Tobirama truly hadn’t mistreated the boy.
He just wasn’t sure where Tobirama had taken him last night?
He only returned close to dawn…
As Madara gazed at Renye, the feeling was like being stared at by a powerful beast, exuding an aura of immense power that made him feel utterly uncomfortable, every hair on his body standing on end.
This was Uchiha Madara?
The pressure was truly immense!
If Senju Hashirama weren’t still standing there, he would have worried that Madara would attack him the next second.
He finally understood why Senju Tobirama was so wary of Uchiha Madara.
That Old Man would never allow such a powerful Uchiha to leave his surveillance.
After all, no one knew what he might do.
But Renye knew that it was precisely Tobirama’s distrust that led to Uchiha Madara’s disappointment in Konoha.
Such a situation made sense from either perspective.
Uchiha Madara narrowed his eyes, “Boy, have you stared long enough?”
His voice was deep and magnetic, yet it carried an undeniable authority.
This boy’s gaze had been fixed on him from the start, and after all this time, he still hadn’t looked away.
“My apologies, Lord Madara.” Renye quickly averted his gaze; he had been lost in thought just now and hadn’t noticed.
“Hahaha, Madara, don’t be angry. Renye probably hasn’t seen you in a long time, which is why he’s so impolite.” Hashirama chuckled, trying to smooth things over.
As he spoke, he smiled and patted Madara’s shoulder, but the latter recoiled in disgust, forcing Hashirama to awkwardly withdraw his hand.
Renye turned his head, pretending not to see the scene.
“Boy…” Uchiha Madara looked down at Renye, then suddenly frowned: “You have a strange aura about you.”
For some reason, Renye didn’t feel like a pure-blooded Uchiha to him.
This feeling inexplicably made him uncomfortable, much like facing Senju Tobirama.
If he hadn’t just seen Renye activate his Sharingan, he would have doubted this boy’s Uchiha identity.
“Perhaps… it’s the smell of dish soap?” Renye pointed to the sink, explaining: “I just washed a lot of bowls…”
Senju Hashirama suddenly burst into laughter: “Madara, since when were you interested in household chores?”
Uchiha Madara’s mouth twitched; the two of them weren’t talking about the same thing, why was Hashirama butting in?
He was merely curious; he had no intention of digging for answers.
It must be due to spending a long time with Tobirama, having picked up some of his aura.
Besides, whether this boy’s bloodline was pure or not had nothing to do with him, as long as he wasn’t a hybrid of Senju and Uchiha.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Senju Hashirama finally revealed the purpose of their visit…
“Renye, it’s been a long time since I’ve tasted your cooking. Today, prepare a feast for us to enjoy.”
He had been craving Renye’s cooking for a long time.
Now that he had found Madara, he could bring his dear friend back to taste it.
He believed Madara would enjoy Renye’s cooking.
After all, even Tobirama praised his culinary skills!
“No problem, Uncle.” Renye agreed.
He had thought Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara had something important to discuss with him.
So, it was just about cooking for them?
Being a chef was what he was best at.
Hashirama patted Madara’s shoulder, his eyes squinting into slits as he smiled, “Madara, you’re in for a treat today.”
Speaking of which, Madara hadn’t tasted Renye’s cooking yet.
He truly looked forward to his expression when he tasted the delicious food!
“Boring.” Madara swatted away Hashirama’s outstretched hand and snorted: “Ninja pursue power, not such trivial matters.”
What kind of delicacies hadn’t he eaten over the years? He hadn’t taken Hashirama’s words to heart at all…
These words were meant to remind Renye that becoming stronger was the most important thing for a Ninja.
“Lord Madara is right.” Renye naturally understood Madara’s hint and smiled: “Please wait in the living room, both of you. The food will be ready very soon.”
“Madara, let’s not disturb Renye while he cooks.” Hashirama pulled Madara towards the living room.
He just wanted to eat Renye’s delicious food as soon as possible.
As Uchiha Madara entered the living room, he casually scanned the room’s furnishings, then suddenly noticed the innocence placed on the table.
His indifferent expression changed for the first time.
