Chapter 700: Ichiraku Ramen

Chapter 700: Ichiraku Ramen

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As the tiny Kurama fired his bijudama, Madara's eyes widened as he felt his death approaching. But he knew he couldn't die. At least not yet.

After all, he had so many plans that needed preparation, not to mention his biggest pawn, Obito, was currently captured and being held somewhere in the Leaf village.

But sadly, he couldn't move. His old body had been beaten and battered thoroughly by Peter, leaving him helpless as the ominous chakra attack closed in.

Just as Madara was about to accept his fate as a failure and meet his old friend Hashirama in the afterlife, a figure appeared before him. It bent down, reaching out with two fingers, and casually plucked the bijudama out of the air.

"?" Madara looked up to see Peter holding the powerful and potent bijudama between his fingers as if it were a child's toy ball.

The surrounding ninja reacted in shock and surprise. They knew Peter was strong, but they never expected him to be able to do that...

"Impossible..." Onoki muttered, his eyes wide with disbelief. "He caught a bijudama... with his bare hands..."

Hiruzen, despite his injuries, managed to stand, his gaze fixed on Peter. "Just how strong is he...?"

Peter, who had just caught the most deadly attack that all tailed beasts could muster, an attack that all humans have feared for hundreds and hundreds of years, casually tossed the ball of chakra aside.

The bijudama flew into the nearby forest, and seconds later, it exploded in a huge bright flash followed by a shockwave that rustled the nearby trees as well as everyone's clothing and hair.

The explosion's light illuminated the stunned faces of the ninja from Konoha and the allied forces. The sheer power of the explosion was a stark reminder of the danger that had just been neutralized with such ease.

Peter turned to Madara, who lay on the ground, battered and beaten. "You should be more careful," he said, his tone light but carrying a hint of warning. "You almost got killed."

Madara, still in shock from his near-death experience, managed to find his voice. "You... why did you save me?"

Peter smirked. "Because, I invited you to lunch. You can't die. At least not until we've eaten..."

Kurama, still in his small puppy form, growled in frustration. "Why didn't you let me finish him?!"

Peter glanced down at Kurama, his expression softening slightly. "Because I wasn't done with him yet," he said, his eyes narrowing to convey his displeasure with the little foxes actions.

Gritting his teeth, Kurama's fur bristled, though he refrained from attacking, knowing Peter would just stop him. "When will you be done with him?" he asked in frustration.

Peter scratched his chin and shrugged. "I'm not sure. I have to talk to him first."

"And after that talk?" Kurama pressed.

"I'll decide whether he lives or dies," Peter stated plainly.

Madara's eyes narrowed as he realized the situation. He was at Peter's mercy, and for the first time in a long while, he felt a glimmer of uncertainty. This man was unlike anyone he had ever faced before.

Kurama fell silent for a moment before asking, "If you do decide to kill him, can I do it?"

'This mangy fox...' Madara couldn't help but silently curse Kurama.

"Sure," Peter answered quickly, as he didn't care either way.

The surrounding ninja, both from Konoha and the allied forces, watched in a mix of awe and apprehension. They had come expecting a battle to the death, but what they witnessed was something far beyond their understanding.

Minato stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Peter. "What do you plan to do with him?" he asked, his voice carrying the weight of the village's concern.

Peter looked back at Minato, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I haven't decided yet."

Minato appeared apprehensive, remaining silent.

"Peter?" Teuchi asked, his voice tentative. "Is everything alright?"

Peter nodded, his smile reassuring. "Everything's fine, Teuchi. We're just waiting for some ramen."

As a visiting tourist in this universe, Peter has eaten at Ichiraku twice already and is even on a first-name basis with the owner.

Teuchi glanced at Madara, not recognizing him. "Alright then," he said, more than willing to cook for some hungry customers. "What will it be?"

Peter turned to Madara. "What do you want?"

Madara, still trying to process the surreal situation, managed to reply. "I haven't had ramen in decades. You choose."

Peter nodded. "Two bowls of your best, Teuchi."

As Teuchi and Ayame began to prepare the ramen, some of the ninja from earlier slowly gathered around, their curiosity overcoming their fear. They watched in awe as Peter and Madara sat together, the atmosphere surprisingly calm despite the tension.

Madara remained silent, his mind racing with thoughts and questions. He glanced at Peter, still trying to understand this enigmatic figure who had so effortlessly defeated him and now wanted to share a meal.

As the aroma of freshly cooked ramen filled the air, the tension in the village began to dissipate. The sight of Peter and Madara, two powerful figures, sitting together at Ichiraku Ramen, brought a strange sense of normalcy back to the surrounding ninja, who had thought they'd be fighting a bloody and vicious war today.

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As two steaming bowls of ramen were placed in front of them, Peter and Madara began to eat. Madara took his first taste, and his eyes widened slightly. The flavors danced on his tongue, a small, almost unnoticeable smile forming on his lips.

Peter noticed the reaction and grinned. "Good, isn't it?"

Madara nodded, savoring another bite. "It's been a long time since I've had something this good."

Peter was about to ask Madara something when suddenly, the sound of running footsteps caught his attention. Two young boys, who had just returned from the evacuation, came rushing over, calling out to Peter.

"Teacher!" Itachi called out, his face expressionless despite his quick pace.

"Sensei!" Shisui echoed, his enthusiasm on full display, unlike Itachi.

The surrounding ninjas' eyes widened, fearing what might happen should the two kids interrupt a meeting between these two powerful beings.

But to their surprise, Peter simply smiled at the kids, turning in his chair to greet them. "Hey, you two. What's up?"

"Are we still training today?" Shisui asked, his eyes shining with eagerness.

Peter nodded, his smile widening. "Yeah, but we'll have to do it later. I'm a bit busy right now."

Madara watched the interaction with intrigue, realizing that the two boys before him who called Peter their teacher were from his clan. Watching them interact, he felt a surprising pang of jealousy...

These boys had the chance to learn from a monster like Peter. No doubt, they would grow up to be very powerful, perhaps even surpassing him.

But his thoughts were interrupted when Itachi, his curiosity piqued, pointed at Madara and asked innocently, "Who's this?"

Peter smirked, glancing at Madara. "Oh, you mean this old man?"

"..." Madara's brow twitched in irritation.

"This is my new friend, Madara Uchiha."

The words sent a shockwave through the immediate area. Itachi and Shisui's eyes widened in awe and disbelief. Teuchi and Ayame, who were working in the stall, froze as they heard that name. The same reaction rippled through some of the nearby citizens who were simply walking by, unaware of the situation.

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