A convenience store opened in Naruto

The appearance of the second group of Ninja World players was the same as that of the official group players, accompanied by cheers. They were all veteran players, waving to the people around them with extremely relaxed expressions.

They all knew that the first day's entertainment group competition was just about "entertainment" and the formal competition would be on the second day.

Therefore, they were all prepared to be eliminated as soon as they entered the game.

They are all adults now, and it is impossible to expect them to go crazy like their younger selves.

"Everyone listen to me. We either don't take action or do our best to clear the obstacles first. Don't worry about No. 1 and the others. These guys are extremely dirty!"

In the entertainment group's ring, Naruto and his people found a spot in the corner and said, "Or we can just wait and see. Whoever is chosen as the opponent can just step down and admit defeat. Our competition will start tomorrow!"

"Yes", "I know", "I understand"...

Everyone's answer is different, but they all mean the same thing.

The most arrogant Madara did not object to Naruto's suggestion. He was unwilling to fight with a group of his juniors. What he wanted to do most, besides fighting with another self, was to compete with Gai again.

He was deeply impressed by Kai's Eight Gates.

"Hmph, Hashirama, you lost to me after all!"

In his opinion, Hashirama has lost the courage he had in the past and is afraid to even compete on stage. He is not worthy of being his opponent at all.

He doesn't mind choosing one of his many opponents to be his lifelong enemy.

Whoever gets first place in the official group will be his goal to surpass!

Dahei Zetsu just glanced at them and then looked away. The real highlight of the entertainment group was not them.

"Everyone, the second group of the Ninja World has already appeared. Let them wait for a moment. What we are welcoming next is~"

The drawn-out voice seemed to foreshadow something.

"Saitama!"

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, the surrounding star-like background changed, as if someone's memories were extracted and then projected here.

"Saitama, from the world of One Punch Man, went from being an ordinary adult to becoming the strongest person in their world in just three years. He is undoubtedly a genius among geniuses. Let us welcome the genius Saitama to the stage with applause!"

"What, three years?"

The audiences in the audience were talking about it. No matter what the overall strength of One Punch Man's world was, the two key words "three years" and "the strongest" were something they could not ignore.

No one dares to say that they can become the strongest person in the world in three years, so they are very curious about what kind of person Saitama is.

As the "video" continued to play, music suddenly sounded, and amidst the passionate roars, Saitama was teleported to the exit with a dazed look on his face.

"not me……"

He covered his face, not daring to look at the expressions of the people around him. He finally understood what social death meant. The things he had experienced in the video had been edited and added with music. If he was alone, he would jump for joy and collect the video to watch over and over again.

But, being exposed in public doesn't feel very good.

It was as if he was stripped naked and thrown into the street, with people around him pointing and talking, making Saitama feel so embarrassed that his whole body was hot.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't run over there, this way is yours!" Daikoku Zetsu reminded Saitama who had run the wrong way.

Saitama ran forward with his head covered, but he changed direction in time without even looking at which arena he was on. As soon as he got on, he squatted down and curled up into a ball.

As if in this way, others can't see him.

"Sigh~"

Naruto and the others gasped.

Sighing, Naruto said: "It's worthy of the competition between the boss and the No. 1 organization, it's just... different!"

"Guess, will there be us in a while?" Sasuke said slowly, "I'm talking about another us."

You don't have to think about it to know that it was Number One's idea. Number One is Naruto to a certain extent. He will not let others go, nor will he let himself go.

Anyway, he could just tell others that he was just a shadow clone and couldn't be the master of his real body. It would be the real body that was embarrassed, not him, the shadow clone.

People who don't know the truth will only look at them strangely.

"Is it too late for me to quit now?" The corners of Madara's mouth twitched. When he thought about the childish behavior he and Hashirama had done in the past being broadcast in front of so many people, Madara felt dizzy.

"It's all your fault, damn Senju Hashirama!"

Senju Hashirama, who was still feeling anxious because he couldn't play, faced Uchiha Madara's death stare on the ring and met the eyes of another self in confusion.

"He seems very angry?"

"He is indeed very angry!"

"He must be mad because we didn't participate in the competition!"

"Yes, when he comes down, we must explain it to him!"

The two Hashirama quickly reached a consensus. They both decided that after Madara left the ring, they would have a good sparring match with him, and during the sparring match, they would also explain to him why they did not want to take to the ring.

It wasn't that the two of them didn't want to go, but that they were rejected, with someone saying "a certain Tsunade who doesn't want to be named didn't want them to go."

It's funny. They don't even want to reveal their names. Why should whatever he/she/it says be true?

A certain Tsunade, who wished to remain anonymous, sat on either side of the two, with Uzumaki Mito in the middle.

Faced with the restless grandfather, the two Tsunade each held down one.

"Grandpa, the quota for contestants is full. Let's wait until the next session. Maybe you can be approved in the next session!"

"Yes, Grandpa. Anyway, there are always competitions, so this one won't be a big deal!"

"As long as there is a competition with number one, you can't even think about participating!"

The two of them also reached a consensus and said words of comfort, but they had other thoughts in their hearts.

After receiving the gossip, they didn't want to embarrass their grandfather in front of so many people.

Although Uzumaki Mito didn't say anything, there was a dangerous look in her eyes, as if to say, if you dare to participate in the competition, I will divorce you.

Both his wife and granddaughter disagreed, and the competition had already begun. Even though the two Hashirama were extremely impatient, there was nothing they could do. They could only look at Madara on the stage with bitter faces and envy.

'Why isn't it over yet?'

Saitama curled up and felt that every second was like a year. As long as the music continued, he didn't even dare to stand up, for fear that others would see his face. He was even more afraid that if he went to some other world in the future, others would not remember his name but only his reflective bald head.

"Isn't this so-and-so? What's his name? Oh, oh, Bald Brother!"

"I heard he's a genius. He became the strongest in just three years!"

"Bald Brother is awesome!"

"Bald brother, you are my idol!"

'Go away, I don't want fans like you!'

Saitama was brainstorming, and he didn't feel relieved until he heard the voice of Black Zetsu, because the music had also stopped.

"It looks like our Saitama is a little shy. It doesn't matter. Geniuses are always incomprehensible. Let's see how the next small group performs."

"Hey, this group is not ordinary. Saitama is a one-person group, and this one is a two-person group. Let us welcome the first special from Dragon Ball One, and Xiaofang from Dragon Ball Three~"

In the lounge of the entertainment group, Trunks and Xiaofang looked hopeless. When they saw Saitama, it was as if they saw themselves.

"It's okay. We have to face it, right?"

"That's easy for you to say," Trunks pouted in grievance, as if he was about to cry in the next second, "I don't even have a name, and I don't have any story!"

He was not even five years old, had been formally practicing for just over three years, and had never experienced any adventures. Even he himself could not think of any of his own highlights.

The only thing I can think of is that he peed all over Beerus when he was held by Beerus as a child.

"No way, there are several Beerus outside!"

As he thought about it, Trunks felt a dull pain in his butt. It was from the beating by Beerus. His mother said that the swelling hadn't gone down in three days.

"Catch it, Dragon Ball; it is the most exciting secret in the world; search for it, Dragon Ball; it is the happiest miracle in the world..."

The background music that is playing is already displayed on the screen in the lounge.

Xiaofang looked weird and patted Trunks on the shoulder: "It seems that it's not you who is embarrassed, it's my grandfather!"

What was played in the video had nothing to do with Trunks. It was more like her grandfather's childhood adventure story. She also saw young Bulma, Krillin and others in it.

Trunks' eyes lit up and he instantly became energetic: "Come on, come on, it's our turn to go on stage!"

As long as the video being played is not yours, it doesn’t matter whose it is.

The video ended when Xiaofang took Trunks out of the exit and onto the stage.

"Snapped!"

Da Hei Zetsu snapped his fingers and said to the two of them in high spirits, "This is just the introductory song of Dragon Ball One. There is also the introductory song of Dragon Ball Three. Do you want to listen to it?"

"No, no, no!" Xiaofang waved her hands, "I can't represent our world, so leave it to my grandfather. Grandpa Vegeta will do!"

"What do you mean I can do it too?" Vegeta was unhappy in the official team's ring.

The match hasn't started yet, and the two rings are not separated. They can still see each other, and they can naturally see the video clips and background music being played.

When their son appeared and the video was about Goku's childhood, the Vegetas were already unhappy. Before they could protest, they heard Xiaofang say the same thing again. In an instant, the Vegetas went to find Goku from their respective worlds.

"Kakarot, what do you mean?"

"That is, are you looking down on us?"

"If you have the ability to fight in a duel!"

"Ah!"

"After surpassing you, I still haven't fought you yet, wait till you get back!"

The five Vegetas spoke one sentence each, which directly confused Goku. Especially the Goku from the worlds where Xiaofang was not yet born. He felt a little aggrieved, but there were memories in his eyes.

What was being played were all his youth, some of which he had even forgotten. He didn't expect to recall them in this way.

"No, just let him go, just let him go!" Trunks was not convinced. Why should they only let him go? Even though he was not the one who was embarrassed, it was still in his name.

"As you wish!" Daihei Zetsu smiled wickedly and snapped his fingers again. In fact, the video had to be played regardless of whether the two agreed or not.

The picture changed again.

Different from the background music of Dragon Ball 1, which has a youthful feel, the background music of Dragon Ball 3 seems to have a sense of memories and a faint farewell.

"I am gradually attracted to you, to your dazzling smile, and together we break through the endless darkness, not caring about the pain..."

"It's the story of my adventures with Grandpa!" Xiaofang, who was worried, smiled happily. She even waved her arms towards Wukong and the others on the other side, "Grandpa~"

These were all wonderful experiences for her, and she was thinking of finding an opportunity in the future to record them in another way as memories.

"Hey!" The Gokus, who were being strangled by Vegetto, immediately responded with a smile, not noticing that Vegeta's face was getting darker and darker.

'Even Xiaofang has more scenes than me?'

Vegeta and the others felt a little depressed as they saw that the scenes where they appeared only flashed by, and were not even as many times as their sons.

'No, I have to find a way to get one later!'

Don't play it in front of outsiders, just keep it to yourself and watch it secretly, and don't do it in a convenience store, otherwise, if nothing unexpected happens, it will definitely be known by No. 1. No, Ye Feng is the first person to know.

If Ye Feng knew about it, it would mean that all the employees knew about it. If all the employees knew about it, it would be no different from broadcasting it in front of everyone.

"Mr. Black Zetsu, can you send this video to me after the competition is over?" Xiaofang acted cute and made a please gesture, which instantly made Black Zetsu fall in love with her.

"No problem!" Daikoku Zetsu patted his chest and said, "What else do you want? Do you want the championship? I have some inside information here..."

Before he could finish his words, a small figure threw himself into his arms.

"Yeah——"

Xiao Xiaofang stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Wukong in the sky.

"Oh, baby!" He rubbed Xiao Xiaofang's face affectionately. Da Hei Zetsu didn't dare to offend this little ancestor who was loved by even Kaguya. "I declare that you are the champion!"

Xiao Xiaofang had no idea what a champion was. She just saw that the grandfather in the sky had disappeared.

"what?"

Gone? My grandpa is gone?

Xiao Xiaofang's mouth corners drooped and she burst into tears with a "wow".

"Don't, don't cry, little ancestor!" Da Hei Zetsu's hands and feet were in a mess and cold sweat was pouring down. He could feel countless murderous gazes coming towards him from all directions.

If he fails to coax him, there is no doubt that after Boruto, he will be the first one to be dragged onto the stage and beaten up.

"Look, look, your grandpa is there!"

"Woo?" Xiao Xiaofang's crying stopped abruptly. The several grandfathers made her little brain short-circuited.

Daikoku Zetsu took the opportunity to stuff Xiao Xiaofang into the hands of one of the Gokus, and quickly left the place of trouble and returned to his commentary desk.

Goku was even more panicked than him. He was the Goku in Dragon Ball 5 and had only held Gohan when he was a child, but that was his son, and the feeling was completely different from holding his granddaughter.

Being inexperienced, he couldn't help but look to Vegeta for help.

"Why are you looking at me? I've never even hugged Trunks!"

Vegeta in Dragon Ball 5 turned his head to the side. Goku at least had some experience, but he had no experience at all. He had died before Trunks was born.

Before that, his mind was full of killing.

"ah?"

Seeing that her grandfather didn't play with her, Xiao Xiaofang became unhappy again. She pouted and was about to cry, but Goku from Dragon Ball IV hugged Xiao Xiaofang in his arms in time.

"Xiaofang, I am the grandpa!"

After all, he is his biological grandfather. The familiar breath instantly calmed Xiao Xiaofang's emotions. She stretched out her two little hands and was about to grab Wukong's face.

Wukong moved his face closer and let his granddaughter pull him, even to the point of deforming his body, the smile on his face never stopping.

"Ah ah——" Xiao Xiaofang was having a great time. She lay in Wukong's arms, blinking her big eyes and looking around. She was not shy at all.

A purple figure suddenly came into her sight again.

She had just seen little Beerus at the Omni-King's place, and she didn't understand why such a small cat suddenly became so big.

With confusion in his eyes, Xiao Xiao Fang broke free from Goku's arms and flew towards Beerus.

'Don't come over here!'

Beerus, who is as good as a planet when it comes to killing people, doesn't dare to provoke this little ancestor. This little guy even dares to hit the head of the King of All. If he cries in his arms, he will be finished.

He flashed into the crowd, hoping to block Xiao Xiaofang's sight with the help of their shadows.

"Wow—"

The crowd parted like a tide, revealing Beerus in the middle.

"Whee!"