"Boss, can I have another serving of matcha lamb chowder with more honey beans?"

"Okay."

The woman put down the milk in her hands and opened the fridge to take out a freshly chilled lamb chowder. "We have half a pond and full sugar honey beans. Which one would you like?"

"Full sugar." The curly-haired customer thought for a moment. "Can you add more icing?"

"… Please enjoy."

The corners of Banzi's eyes twitched. Her fair, slender hands carried a stack of dishes that no longer looked like lamb chowder and placed them in front of the customer.

Banzi returned to her seat and plopped down on the flower-stone table. The cool touch passed through her kimono to her arms. It was so comfortable.

She had moved to Konoha Village four years ago. Because she was an ordinary person and didn't know what kind of person she was, she was asked to work in the nursery to take care of the children of her parents who were on duty.

After a few years, she had saved up some money and brought some belongings from her hometown. She bought a house at the end of Mincha Street and opened a dessert shop.

Konoha Village wasn't very big. Most of the population was made up of ninjas. However, in her daily life, Banzi didn't feel the estrangement between ninjas and commoners.

She flipped over and looked at the sign hanging on the wall. If only she knew how to use water. Even indoors … it was still very hot!

"Boss?" The curly-haired customer smiled and poked Banzi's head. "Boss paid."

"Oh, 230 yuan."

Banzi straightened up and glanced at the clean plates on the table. "…"

The customer took out a coin and placed it on the table. He pointed at the pink dough on the table behind Banzi. "Boss Banzi, are you making sweet balls?"

"Yes."

"Can you leave some for me tonight? A junior likes them a lot."

Banzi didn't intend to sell them. After some thought, she decided to make some for her neighbors. The rest would be for Naruto to bring to school.

"Okay." The woman smiled and brushed the loose hair in front of her forehead. "Only you would come on such a hot day."

"Hahaha, I was just passing by. Goodbye, boss."

After keeping the money, Banzi smiled and said goodbye to Shisui.

It was two in the afternoon. Naruto's school ended at half past four. It was a total of two and a half hours.

Might as well sleep. Banzi put up a sign and walked into the backyard.

— — —

"It hurts …" Banzi covered his nose and bowed in front of the table. His nose smashed on the table, and it was so sore that he almost burst into tears.

After lying down for a while, Banzi made sure that he didn't have a nosebleed, which was a shameful status buff, before he straightened up. It seemed that in this dream world yesterday, he had fallen asleep while he was processing documents … So he knocked his nose when he woke up?

The one in front of him was the same one he had last night when he returned to his own world …

..

.... Banzi.......

Why was he still working when he was dreaming? This was just like when he dreamt of killing people on the battlefield when he was young. Furthermore, this f * cking dream had been running for ten whole years!

. To be clear, she would wake up in this world every day after she fell asleep. It was even more punctual than her period.

Banzi looked up at the ceiling quietly. Her neck was slightly sore after reading the documents for a long time.

There is no Konoha village in this world, including the Sand Hidden Village and other famous ninja villages. The five major countries and some small affiliated countries still exist. The geographical layout, culture, climate, and so on are very similar to their own world. Several famous clans often hear their names, such as Madara Uchiha, the current head of the Uchiha Clan.

... He had a counting stick.

When he was a child, Madara believed that everything here was made up by his own imagination. Maybe she has a personality that wants to conquer the world, and because she can't stand the fact that she can only make desserts in reality, so she fantasizes in her dreams.

But the longer he stayed in this world, the more he experienced, and some things were already known in his heart.

In the early years, he had an older brother and two younger brothers. The three children didn't live past the age of ten and died on the battlefield.

The big countries were at war with each other. The Daimyo hired ninjas of different factions to fight against each other.

Ninjas became the transfer product of this war. The army was equivalent to a small group of ninjas. They had to avoid the erosion of power in the hands of the Daimyo.

The Daimyo gave the ninja family materials, and the ninja family sacrificed their loyalty and life for the Daimyo.

The war brought a stage of Ninjutsu. Various rare Kekkei Genkai left traces on the battlefield. It can be said that this was a period of rapid development of ninja quality.

But different clans killed each other, and clans split and killed each other. Even later, clans and countries fought for no reason. It became a game of numbers.

I want to change this deformed world!

Then, Madara met a boy named "Hashirama" during that time.

The two of them hit it off with the same idea and began a friendship that lasted until now.

He had friends, cheats, and a group of people who believed in him. Gradually, the tension between the two clans eased a lot under his and Hashirama's efforts. As for the remaining ninjas in the Land of Fire, how could the Gundam Rider lose?

Madara drank the hot tea on the table. It was sweet.

It's terrible …

When he was almost done, the moon outside the house was half full. He looked down and checked if there was anything else to note in the document. After that, he asked Izumi Na's opinion.

Madara blew out the candle and walked out of the study. Anbu, who was waiting at the door, took the scroll.

"Put it in the clan meeting room."

In the dim moonlight, only the man's white chin could be seen. His lips were slightly pursed, showing a cold thin line.

"Yes."

That Daimyo … That Daimyo is getting more and more unfathomable.

Anbu lowered his eyelids, and his pupils were full of reverence.

The clan's high-ranking officials watched Madara grow from a young boy to a calm and reliable patriarch. At the beginning, almost all the elders thought that Uchiha Macula's character could lead the Uchiha to expand their territory, but he couldn't lead the Uchiha who needed to recuperate.

However, after Uchiha Macula took over the position of the patriarch, he changed his previous radical style and shrank the clan's territory to avoid direct conflicts with other ninjas. The number of the new generation of the clan that survived in recent years can be said to be unprecedented.

However, Uchiha's avoidance of war inevitably caused a group of people who were eyeing the Sharingan. Uchiha Macula forbade the clan to fight a war of attrition on the battlefield. Instead, he and his younger brother used Susanoo to fight two against one hundred.

Such a patriarch, like a guardian god, stood in front of the clan and cut through the thorns.

Madara waved away Anbu and slowly walked back to the dormitory. The Uchiha clan had a silent beauty. The silver moonlight sprinkled on the man's shoulders, and the faint color of the black sleeves was softer than the moonlight.

Madara walked and walked unconsciously. It's not good to stay up so late. Recently, I have double vision. Should I make some eye drops tomorrow?

I don't think it's right to buy eye drops. Or should I put a hot towel on my eyes?

Speaking of which, do people have glasses in this era?

The Anbu guarding the patriarch in the dark bowed their heads and retreated to the door.

The man with deep eyes and cold expression walked into the room, and his figure melted in the darkness.

"I'm also very handsome today."