Konoha: Uchiha Shisui's Advisor Alliance

Chapter 30: Drunken Incident
Even though he didn't care about money, this price was too outrageous.

A serving of dumplings weighs sixty taels, a serving of mutton soup is only eighty taels, but a serving of pork costs a full eight hundred taels, and venison is an astonishing two thousand taels.

With prices so high, he finally understood why the woman said she couldn't make any money. It was probably more than that, there must be commissions from other places.

"Haha, if you don't take what heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences!"

Sima Yi was not worried but happy. He stroked his long beard calmly, but a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

After a while, a member of the Qiumichi tribe came and set up the stove, and demonstrated to Sima Yi how to grill meat. Before the slices of pork were grilled, Xianghui came with a few bottles of sake engraved with the word "Jiuniang".

As soon as he stepped into the barbecue restaurant, all the ninjas in the store looked at him. A small number of them just took a glance and then looked away, but most of the ninjas stared at him with complicated expressions.

Hui seemed to be unaware and sat down opposite Sima Yi, sighing, "Fortunately, I left early, otherwise I would have lost this last bit."

After saying that, he exclaimed again: "Uncle Yi, you ordered so much, hahahaha, lucky you!"

The pork was sizzling on the iron rack, and the special seasoning fell through the gaps onto the charcoal fire, raising puffs of smoke.

Hui sniffed carefully, his mouth watering, and stared at the slices of meat on the rack.

After Qiu Dao's men left, he took over the tongs and took over the grilling.

"Uncle Yi, come and try it. We definitely made the right decision today!"

Hui put the first piece of roasted meat into Sima Yi's bowl. Sima Yi did not refuse. He behaved slowly and politely.

"Mm, it's fat but not greasy, fragrant but not overpowering, and tastes really good."

It’s much more delicious than Zhishui’s grilled fish.

Sima Yi enjoyed these delicacies, which he had never tasted before, and was generous in praising them.

"Hehe, that's right. The venison here is really special. I'll roast it for you to try."

Hui said as he got busy again, but Sima Yi waved his hand and passed the roasted meat to Hui, "No hurry, eat more."

Try it only once, as too much is as bad as too little.

He always restrains his desires and just tries a little.

Seeing Sima Yi say this, Hui was no longer polite. He ate meat and drank wine with big mouthfuls. The two of them ate and drank and chatted a lot.

It was not until late at night, near closing time, that they stopped after seeing the ninjas from several tables in the distance leaving one after another.

"Shopkeeper, please prepare a food box for me, one portion of mutton and one of venison."

Hui's mouth was full of oil at the moment, his belly was bulging, and he was even slightly drunk. Hearing this, he said, "Uncle Yi, I'm full. No need to eat any more. This venison is a bit strong."

Hui hasn't felt so satisfied for a long time, and his face was full of smiles.

Sima Yi knew that venison had an aphrodisiac effect, so he just chuckled and said, "Shisui probably hasn't eaten it yet, roast some for him to take away."

"Here's the bill, you two."

The total amount was 18,400 taels. Hui sobered up instantly when he saw the bill. He took the food box and carried a lot of bags and followed Sima Yi obediently without even breathing.

After leaving the barbecue restaurant, the cold wind blew in his face. Looking at the villagers still coming and going on the street, Sima Yi asked, "Are most of those living inside rich and powerful?"

"There aren't that many wealthy families. I guess someone in their family just came back from the battlefield like us. It's rare for them to spend lavishly. They should save as much as possible on weekdays. After all, ninja training is very expensive."

"Why is it so rare in the periphery?"

Hui looked at Sima Yi in surprise and replied: "There should be no other ninjas living outside except us."

"Oh?"

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Hui became much more sober. He immediately remembered the other party's condition and sighed again: "People who live outside Konoha are not qualified to participate in the ninja school assessment, which means they are not qualified to become ninjas."

"We used to live in the core area, but now, well, let's not talk about it."

Can’t take part in the Ninja School Examination?

Sima Yi's eyes moved slightly, and he took note of it secretly. The two walked slowly, passing by street lamps. People walked in groups of three or five under the street lamps, which was quite peaceful.

"Asshole, are you blind? Why did you hit me?"

"Huh? What are you talking about? It was you who hit me, why don't you apologize now!"

"What do you mean? Are you trying to cause trouble? Asshole!"

"People like you should just die, you idiot!"

The sudden quarrel broke the tranquility, and everyone stopped to look, only to see six ninjas wearing forehead protectors standing on the side of the street facing each other, their faces were ruddy and their auras were violent.

The two leaders were already very close, roaring with impatience in their eyes.

Genin.

Sima Yi knew their level just by looking at them.

He looked at Hui, only to see Hui slowly shaking his head and whispering, "It's those people from the barbecue restaurant. They must be drunk. Someone will deal with them. Let's stay away."

As he said this, he protected Sima Yi and moved to the side.

"Bageyalu, go to hell!"

The two leaders argued for only a few breaths before they could no longer hold back and drew out their kunai and started fighting.

The iron tools collided, sparks flew, and the clanging sounds continued.

Once the two started fighting, the other four no longer restrained themselves and joined in.

"what!"

There were many ordinary people on the street. When they saw this, they screamed and hid away.

Seeing that the commotion was getting louder, the sound of breaking air was soon heard in the distance, and several figures jumped down from the eaves of the surrounding houses.

The leader was also wearing green Jonin mail armor, but he was not the Eighth Generation Uchiha. He had short black hair and a black spot on his forehead.

His eyes were as cold as ice, and he rushed into the battle with an imposing manner. With a few moves, he knocked six people to the ground and confiscated their weapons.

"Which bastard dares to attack me? Do you know who I am? If you have the guts, let me go! How can I let you go!"

Several people were restrained before they could react. The two leading ones were even more unruly and continued to struggle even after being pinned to the ground.

"This is Brother Tiehuo's patrol area. With him around, these Genin won't cause any trouble."

Seeing the person coming, Hui kept nodding and commenting.

The familiar name also caught Sima Yi's attention.

Seeing that the two dared to defy him, Uchiha Tetsuka didn't show any mercy. He opened his Sharingan and picked up the two men, forcing them to look at him.

In just a moment, the two of them collapsed to the ground without any movement. The other four were frightened and sobered up, and immediately cooperated.

"Take them away and notify their family members to pick them up from the prison in three days."

When dealing with this ninja who was causing trouble, the few people were not polite at all and dragged him away rudely.

After the Uchiha people left, discussions gradually began to rise around them.

"Luckily we're here with the police department. These ninjas are so annoying. They always cause trouble when they get drunk."

"These Uchiha people are so nosy. They didn't hurt anyone else. How can they treat Konoha's heroes like this? We have been fighting outside for Konoha!"

"The police department only bullies the ninjas in the village. If they have the ability, they should go to the front lines and kill the enemy! Damn it!"

"These civilian ninjas are so annoying. Fortunately, we have the Uchiha to hold them back."

All kinds of comments poured into Sima Yi's ears. He carefully identified the identity of each person, his eyes moving slightly.

(End of this chapter)