"Back among the living—how does it feel?"
Muyang lifted the sesame oil bottle first, pouring a bit into a ceramic bowl, then added minced garlic, cilantro, and oyster sauce. While stirring the dipping sauce with bamboo chopsticks, he glanced at Minato.
Minato didn't use his previous bowl but picked up a new one. As he mixed a different sauce than before, he heard Muyang's question. Tilting his head, he thought seriously for a moment.
"If I had to sum it up in one sentence… Life is full of surprises. Surprise-surprise-surprise-surprise-surprise-surprise-surprise… First they give you a piece of candy to lower your guard, then they throw a barrage of grenades at you until you're dizzy."
Minato sighed. "A whole pile of crap!"
One of the people responsible for a good portion of that "pile of crap," Uchiha Obito, twitched visibly at the words. He shrank his shoulders, trying to make himself smaller and reduce his presence—his face clearly broadcasting: Yes, I am the villain of this story.
Hakuyasha had eaten hotpot many times—of all kinds and styles. As he mixed his dipping sauce to his own taste, he caught Obito's cowardly little act out of the corner of his eye, and his slender willow-leaf eyebrows lifted.
Wow, you're really cooperating with that narrative, huh?
Do you know what that kind of behavior is called? Spoilers. You've just reduced the audience's anticipation for the rest of the story by fifty percent.
"Let's change the subject." Hakuyasha stirred his dipping sauce expressionlessly, finding a beautiful excuse. "Don't talk about unpleasant things at the table."
Everyone here had excellent eyesight—they all saw Obito's expressions and movements clearly.And since they were intelligent, it took them no effort to understand the implication.
"Agreed," Muyang and Mutou Yugi said simultaneously, their tones full of exasperation at being spoiled.
"I have no objection," Minato added. He hadn't intended to dwell on mood-ruining topics anyway—it had just slipped out.
"Talk about Konoha's recent developments?" Muyang asked Minato.
"Konoha, huh!" Minato began with a sigh, then complained, "Recently, the population has exploded."
At this, Obito's mouth twitched again. Having visited Konoha occasionally, he instantly understood.
"?"
The other three didn't get it at all. They tilted their heads in unison, wearing matching confused expressions.
Before Muyang and the others could ask, Minato took the initiative to explain.
"The Uchiha clan is numerous, while the Senju clan barely has any people left. Lord Tobirama was not pleased, so he sent Lord Hashirama to Hell to grind monsters and farm money…"
Sent…
Muyang extracted the crucial word silently, sighing in his heart.
"Lord Hashirama is strong—very strong. His money-making speed is like a printing machine. One resurrection coin a day…"
At this point, Minato picked up his ceramic cup and drank a sip of juice with a speechless expression."In other words, the Senju clan gains one new member every day."
"That's not many at all," Muyang calculated the days and found it unimpressive.
"For now, it's not many…" Minato added.
Hakuyasha, who had been listening quietly, suddenly spoke."You have an Underworld—something like a Realm of the Dead—in your world?"
When he heard Minato mention resurrecting so many people, the question popped naturally into his mind.
"…It exists." Minato thought seriously for a moment, then answered with certainty.
"There is an Underworld." Hakuyasha reminded him. "Then you'd better be careful. Stealing souls from the Underworld so blatantly is bound to attract the attention of its administrator. Sooner or later, someone's going to come trouble you."
"Thank you for the reminder." Minato thanked him sincerely, his expression unchanged as calm as ever.
Knowing the future, Minato was well aware of the Administrator of the Pure Land—the founder of the Ninja Creed, Otsutsuki Hagoromo. Although he currently existed only as a soul, his power remained overwhelming.
And knowing he existed meant preparations had long been made.
Try learning about the Asura Vajra Fusion Technique!
Hakuyasha waved it off and didn't elaborate.
Muyang smiled faintly, fingers brushing his cheek. As one of the insiders, he also knew who managed the Pure Land.
The ancestors of both Senju and Uchiha—Otsutsuki Hagoromo.
At present, only a handful in the ninja world could fight Hagoromo, and all of them were connected to him in one way or another.
Heh. His vision was practically covered by the glowing character for filial piety.
Speaking of "filial," Muyang immediately thought of the ninja world's No. 1 filial son—Black Zetsu.Ever since his identity as the mastermind behind the scenes had been exposed, he rarely appeared in the group chat. In reality, he had vanished without a trace, and despite half the ninja world searching for him, no one had found him.
Truly worthy of being the millennium-old shadow—master of survival.
Suddenly, Muyang and Hakuyasha both lifted their heads, staring at the empty sky.
Their sudden movement made everyone else look up as well.
"Do you guys see anything?" Deidara asked those beside him.
"No," Kakuzu said flatly.
"Anyone have binoculars?" Jiraiya asked.
A short moment later, Sasori spoke."I see it."
Before the words even finished, a bizarre creature broke into everyone's vision, plummeting toward the ground at high speed.
"Shit! Stop it!"
If it hit the ground, dinner was over.
Just as everyone prepared to act, Muyang snapped his fingers first.The creature in the sky vanished instantly, reappearing several hundred meters away.
BOOM——!
With a muffled crash, the Cursed Dragon slammed into the ground.
From where they stood, they could see dust flying and feel faint tremors.
"AIBO! Are you alright?!"
Atem looked at Mutou Yugi anxiously.
Mahad gripped his staff tightly, secretly building up a powerful attack spell. That sudden spatial movement—separating them and the dragon so cleanly—proved Muyang was a formidable being.
"Atem, long time no see."
Yugi greeted him first, then introduced Muyang. Meanwhile, Atem carefully scanned the surroundings—no trace of evil aura…
But he did notice several gazes falling on him and Mahad. None contained malice—only curiosity—and they didn't linger long.
Seems I was overthinking. It's just as Yugi wrote in his letter.
In just a few minutes, Atem had probed the area dozens of times using multiple methods, each result the same.
Confirming it wasn't an evil plot, he sighed with relief and signaled to Mahad, who dispelled the brewing magic.Even so, Mahad's vigilance did not relax—he was the king's protector, and must remain alert.
Yugi opened the shop interface, bought two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and handed them over."Come join us for hotpot. Do you want me to help you mix the dipping sauce?"
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