Madara, let's change the world together!

"By the way, does Mom know I'm back?"

Kiyoi Megumi first stood on tiptoe, pressed her face against her brother's chest, and took a deep breath, savoring the familiar scent.

Then she looked up at her brother and shook her head in denial.

"Mom doesn't know yet."

"She's been mentioning your name a lot lately."

Well, his mother is still the same as always.

"Let's skip the first step and go straight home."

"We'll talk about serious matters when we get back."

Having such a caring mother, he didn't want her to worry all the time.

Meanwhile, Uchiha Madara, led by Kiyoi Ai, arrived at a small villa.

Not only is the house large, but there is also a lush pine tree in the courtyard, making it comparable to the residence of Uchiha Madara, the clan leader in Konoha.

"Lord Ban, please wait a moment while I ask my sisters if they have finished cleaning."

Sisters?

Madara Uchiha's eyelids twitched violently.

Are there still several little girls inside?!

One is enough!

"Spring! Summer! Autumn! Winter!"

"Is the cleaning finished?"

Kiyoi Ai shouted at the house, and four little girls wearing comfortable yukatas immediately jumped out.

The four people's clothes correspond to the changing seasons: beautiful green, lively yellow, tranquil orange, and elegant white.

They carried different cleaning tools, their clean, bare feet clad in slightly damp wooden clogs, looking adorable and beautiful.

It really is!

Madara Uchiha felt as if he were surrounded by powerful enemies.

It's more troublesome than dealing with four pillars.

"Sister Xiao Ai, we have just finished making all the preparations."

Kiyoi Haru answered in a sweet voice.

These four six-year-old girls are efficient and quick in their work.

Normally, the logistics of the master's mansion are handled by them and the five people including Kiyoi Ai.

Of course, many adults also helped.

However, the five of them consider this work their own responsibility, and it is difficult for others to get involved.

"I've put all the commonly used vegetables and meats in the refrigerator."

"Bedding and other daily necessities have all been put away."

"There are also miscellaneous books for entertainment on the bookshelf."

"All the preparations that could be made have been made."

The four of them complemented each other's work, looking every bit like experienced housekeepers and maids.

There's really no need for that.

Madara Uchiha kept a straight face while inwardly complaining.

He'll only be staying here for half a month, so a room is enough for him!

However, he simply couldn't bring himself to say those words to five little girls who were much shorter than him.

"Lord Ban, please come in."

Looking at Kiyoi Ai, who seemed to be planning to follow him in later, Uchiha Madara felt a bit of a stomachache.

He wanted to be alone in peace and quiet!

Chapter 7 The Book of Secrets

Ban's desire to be alone was not fulfilled.

Although the four little girls, Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter, have left, Kiyoi Ai is following her older brother's instructions and plans to take good care of Uchiha Madara during this time.

So

"Lord Ban, it's getting late. Would you like me to prepare dinner for you?"

The sky outside was already covered with the golden glow of the setting sun; it was indeed dinnertime.

Sitting cross-legged in the living room, with the Flame Fan still on his back, Madara Uchiha raised an eyebrow and refused.

"No, no need, I have soldier's rations."

Kiyoi Ai puffed out her cheeks and pretended to be angry as she put her hands on her hips and said.

"This won't do!"

"Soldier's rations are dry and astringent; they can't compare to homemade meals."

"Lord Ban, are you the kind of man who hates trouble and lives a life of mediocrity because you don't have a wife?"

hiss~

Madara Uchiha secretly observed the little girl who was quite close to him and seemed very familiar with him.

It's not that he can't cook.

Hashirama often comes to his house to freeload meals!

"Whatever!"

Madara Uchiha's tone conveyed a sense of exasperation.

"Ok!"

"Leave it to me!"

Kiyoi Ai laughed and jumped up, her little feet, wrapped in delicate white silk, bounced along with her small skirt.

"I prepare most of the meals at home!"

"My brother loves my cooking the most!"

After saying that, the little girl picked up a small stool and ran into the kitchen.

For someone who is only 1.45 meters tall, the stove is still a bit too high.

Soon, the sounds of chopping vegetables and a little girl humming a beautiful song came from the kitchen.

too weird!

Madara Uchiha couldn't understand why things had developed this way.

I just left Konoha yesterday, leaving behind the home that only Hashirama would often visit.

As a result, this afternoon a very outgoing little girl, whom he wasn't good at dealing with, was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner for him.

Usually, it was Hashirama who was waiting in the living room.

Now, he's actually experiencing that feeling himself.

After hesitating for a moment, Madara Uchiha untied the Uchiha Flame fan from his back and placed it in the corner of the room.

These next two weeks will probably be quite lively.

He realized that the young man would probably use many unexpected methods to recruit him.

Although Madara Uchiha understood Kiyoi Gen's purpose, he did not reject the other party's actions.

This young man was indeed well-prepared and had thoroughly researched him.

What's wrong with playing along with him?

About half an hour later, Madara Uchiha heard footsteps.

Someone is walking this way!

There are three people!

The small door to the courtyard creaked open, and Qingjingyuan's voice came through.

"Mr. Ban, I have come to visit you on business."

It's him.

Madara Uchiha closed his eyes again.

He'd like to see what tricks this boy had up his sleeve this time.

The wooden door between the living room and the detached house was opened.

When Ban looked up, he saw Kiyoi Gen, who had changed into a dark blue men's yukata.

His demeanor has changed significantly, giving him a mature and composed air.

But that face still looked too young and too handsome.

Two women, one older and one younger, stood on either side of Qingjingyuan.

One of them was clearly a little girl with unusually silver hair.

The other was a stunningly beautiful adult woman.

Her long, beautiful black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her eyes were as delicate as the night sky.

Even when wearing a gorgeous kimono, her full and sexy figure is still visible.

Her feminine charm was on full display.