Konoha: Prepare to defect, the system is coming.

When Fei Niao came out of the tavern, he found that the sandstorm outside had weakened a lot compared to before.

Although the sand carried by the wind still hits my face from time to time, it has lost its sharpness and stinging pain in the early morning and has become much softer.

At this time, the dim sky has gradually revealed its true color.

Those villagers who had been hiding due to the sandstorm also walked out of their shelters and stepped onto the streets again.

They looked up at the light blue sky without any complaints, just thankful that the sandstorm didn't cause too much damage, and then continued with their daily lives.

"Sand Village!" Asuka muttered the name of the village softly, raised his head and looked around. His eyes swept across the fine sand floating in the air, and he couldn't help but shook his head.

Even on a clear, windless day, there is still visible dust suspended in the air here.

The ground beneath your feet seems solid, but a light step can stir up a cloud of dust.

Coupled with the constant stream of pedestrians on the road, the dust concentration in the air increased, making the originally transparent air turbid and yellowish, making people dare not open their eyes when walking.

"No wonder the Sand Village wants to attack Konoha every day!"

"Anyone who lives in a place like this for more than a decade will want to trade homes with someone else."

Then, Fei Niao narrowed his eyes and stomped the ground hard a few times. This strange behavior immediately attracted the attention of people around him.

After the rising dust dyed his clothes yellow-brown, making him look more like a native of the Sand Village, Asuka waved to the surrounding villagers and quickly left.

Asuka had no idea about the next task, so he just wandered around aimlessly.

"Red-skinned cactus fruit, sour and sweet!"

“The vegetables just came in wholesale from Oasis. They are cheap and fresh.”

"Paper people, paper horses, money trees, paper money, and big ingots."

"Uchiha Madara stood in the middle, the Senju brothers guarded both sides, paper chrysanthemums were hung in front of the grave, and the sorrow was sent to the sky."

As the hawking sounds in his ears became more and more weird, Asuka, who was distracted, couldn't help but stop and turn to look at the vendor who had just shouted "Uchiha Madara stand in the middle".

He remembered that when he came to Sand Village two years ago, the village was quite normal.

but now.

"Why did it become so evil?"

He murmured in his heart, and his eyes quickly moved between the vendors, finally locking onto that man.

At this time, the man did not seem to realize that there was anything wrong with his shouting. Instead, he continued to wave the goods in his hands enthusiastically, trying to attract the attention of passers-by.

However, when Fei Niao saw the object waving in the other party's hand, his eyes widened and he exclaimed in surprise.

"Fuck, paper man?"

The vendor was waving a paper figure wearing a black tight combat uniform and red layered armor.

Although the paper man's face is somewhat similar to Uchiha Madara, it does not have the original's unparalleled domineering aura, but instead has a sense of inexplicable weirdness.

Although he didn't know how to make paper figurines, he knew that the vendor's craftsmanship was quite poor.

If you stick a photo on the paper figure, it might look better than this.

but

Fei Niao looked around and found that most of the vendors on both sides of the street were selling paper figurines, gold ingots and other sacrificial items.

The types of those items are even more varied.

There were not only paper dolls of Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha, but also paper dolls of the "Kages" of other ninja villages. He even saw the concubine of the first Kusakage, a very famous socialite in the ninja world more than 40 years ago.

"Hmm? Potential client?"

At this moment, the vendor waving the paper figurine noticed Fei Niao's hesitation and his eyes lit up.

He has seen a lot of people like this, all of whom are not open-minded enough and cannot keep up with the trend.

"As long as you can persuade them with emotion, appeal to their logic, and give them an 80% discount."

As he was thinking this, the vendor suddenly put down the paper figurine in his hand, waved to Fei Niao, and said enthusiastically, "Hey, little brother, come and have a look! I have all kinds of paper figurines here, all of which are life-size replicas, absolutely exquisite."

After hesitating for a moment, Fei Niao walked closer and carefully looked at the sacrificial offerings placed on it.

Wow!

The vendor took out the paper figure he made and pointed at the paper figure that looked like the first Raikage. He said in a deep voice, "This is the new paper figure I launched this year, the strongest of the Twelve Shadows. It looks very domineering.

Brother, do you have this feeling? ? Do you? ? "

When Fei Niao saw the "shadows" of different dynasties displayed by the vendors, his eyes widened.

Among these paper figures, except for the successive Kazekage of the Sand Village, all the deceased "Kages" from the other four villages are present.

"Are these guys from Sunagakure so good at playing?" Asuka murmured to himself.

at this time.

The vendor couldn't help but raise his lips slightly when he saw his shocked look, but his tone became particularly deep, "My grandfather, who passed away several years ago, suddenly appeared in my dream one day and cried to me that he was in the Pure Land and was being bullied by others and was in great pain.

This is too much, he is my dearest grandpa. "

At this point, the vendor's eyes suddenly turned red, and he unconsciously increased the strength of his grip on the paper figure, leaving several glaring holes on it.

The vendor felt a pain in his heart when he realized that the paper figurine was torn by him, but he still maintained his angry look on the surface, and spoke in a low and hoarse voice.

"When I woke up from the dream, I was so angry that I made all the deceased Kages in the ninja world into paper figures and burned them for grandpa."

"Later, Grandpa led those shadows across the Pure Land, looking down on everyone."

After listening to this rather magical story, Asuka looked at the merchant's scarlet eyes and couldn't help but ask.

"If...if I burn these paper figures, won't your grandfather run into my grandfather? What if the two groups start fighting? Have you ever thought about this problem?"

Hearing this, the vendor's breathing stagnated and his expression became somewhat stiff.

It’s not that he hasn’t thought about this question, it’s that no one has asked this question, okay?

Isn’t burning a paper figure just for psychological comfort?

Why be so serious?

"Ugh!"

Fei Niao looked at the vendor's hesitant expression, sighed softly, and turned away.

"and many more!"

At this time, the vendor supported the stall with one hand, jumped out directly, and stood in front of Fei Niao very flexibly, saying, "We don't know whether the paper figurine can be delivered to the relatives, and we also don't know whether the paper figurine can help the relatives.

We have never been to the world of the dead.

We can only speculate that it is exactly the same as the real world, that there will be bad people and unfair things.”

"My grandfather was kind all his life. The worst thing he did was to secretly occupy 10 centimeters of the foundation of his neighbor's house when he was building a house. Such a kind person, I even dreamed that he was bullied in the Pure Land."

Looking at the vendor's gradually red eyes, Fei Niao thought of his grandfather whom he had never met.

Although I don't know what the other person's character is like, since he is the owner of the Mangekyō Sharingan, there shouldn't be many people who can bully him, right?

"Forget it, just think of it as a way to express my longing for you."

Thinking of this, Fei Niao waved his hand and said sullenly, "Come on."

The vendor wiped his tears and did not show any excitement over the successful transaction. Instead, he began to pack the paper figurines with extreme caution, pointing to the damaged parts on the paper figurines and saying with heartache:

"30% off, I just scratched it."

After a while.

Just as Fei Niao picked up the packed paper figurines and was about to leave, he suddenly heard the voice of a vendor selling something behind him.

"Who still burns traditional paper figures in this era?"

"Let me tell you, my grandfather who passed away several years ago suddenly appeared in my dream one day and cried to me that he was in the Pure Land and was being bullied by others and was in great pain."

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Hearing the same words, Asuka looked at the dozen or so "shadows" of past generations carried on his shoulders, and suddenly a premonition arose in his heart.

When the sacrificial day starts tomorrow, I’m afraid everyone will have a set of “The Strongest Twelve Shadows”, right?

"You bought this too?" Just as Fei Niao was about to go to the hotel, a slightly surprised question suddenly sounded in his ears.

Then, Fei Niao stopped and turned his head to look, and found a middle-aged man standing not far away, and the other person was also carrying the "Strongest Twelve Shadows" on his shoulders.

"That vendor is a good seller. Even I was convinced."

The middle-aged man walked closer, his eyes fell on the paper figure on Asuka's shoulder, and he said with emotion, "My father has been kind all his life. Although he was a ninja during his lifetime, he was only a ninja in name only.

The old guy has never killed anyone in his life. The worst thing he has done is to say a few bad things about someone behind their back.

I'm worried that such an honest ninja will be bullied in another world."

At this point, he noticed Fei Niao's slightly wary eyes, and then realized that the other party might not know who he was, so he smiled heartily and took the initiative to introduce himself.

"My name is Ozeki, and I'm a teacher at the ninja school."

"We drank together in the pub this morning, but I sat far away from you."

When Fei Niao heard this, a look of realization flashed across his eyes.

No wonder he felt this guy looked familiar.

It turned out that the two had met in the pub before, but the other person was wearing a sand-proof mask, so he didn't recognize him.

"The annual sacrificial day is about to begin!" Daguan walked to Fei Niao naturally, looking very familiar.

Although the Sand Village is not as large as Konoha, the population of the village and travelers is tens of thousands. He is just a teacher, how is it possible that he knows everyone?

In addition, it was the "Sacrificial Day" and the other party was carrying a paper figure and sitting in the tavern in the morning, sighing with a sad face.

All signs indicate that this person is a villager from the Sand Village.

As for the villagers in this village, Da Guan had no guard at all and began to talk about the sacrificial day, "The sacrificial day time of each village is different, and the sacrificial method is also different.

The people in Konoha like to place flowers on graves; the people in Kumogakure like to play music on graves in recent years, such as "You walking towards me makes me so excited, medicine! Medicine! Medicine!"

Asuka silently took a step back at the other person's exaggerated facial expression, while the image of [Kirabi] who sang and danced rap and practiced for two and a half years emerged in his mind.

Because of the other party's great achievements, he has accumulated a lot of fans in the Hidden Cloud Village, and there is even a tendency to change the atmosphere of the Hidden Cloud Village.

But it's just too damn abstract.

"There are few flowers growing in the desert, and even fewer idiots playing music!"

At this moment, Ozeki's rap suddenly stopped in mid-air, and a trace of sadness quickly appeared on his face. "On the memorial day of our Sand Village, we always like to burn something to express our grief for our deceased relatives.

There was a period of time when I was unable to pay respect to my father on the memorial day, so I found a place and lit a cigarette for him from a distance. I watched the cigarette burn faster than usual. "

When Fei Niao heard this, his mood also became depressed.

He glanced at the paper figurine on his shoulder and whispered to himself, "Every village has its own customs. We burn something, but it is just a one-sided expression of our longing."

"That's right." Ozeki responded, and his look towards Asuka showed a little more recognition.

Chatting with adults is so comfortable. You don’t have to break down the knowledge and force it into their minds. You just need to mention some customs lightly and the other person will be able to chat with you.

Before "I" could continue chatting with Fei Niao, a dozen children suddenly emerged from the crowd in front and interrupted the conversation between the two.

And these children recognized the teacher opposite at a glance, and became excited instantly. They trotted over and chattered.

"Teacher Ozeki!"

"Teacher Ozeki, I still don't understand what you said today about the history of the Sand Village."

"Ah, Mr. Ozeki, what are you carrying? It's so ugly."

Ozekiel: “.”

He stared at the group of little guys who had suddenly appeared, then looked at the ugly paper figure on his shoulder, and said helplessly, "This thing the teacher is carrying is called Missing!!"

Hearing this, a little boy suddenly walked out from the crowd, picking his nose and commenting on the paper man.

"Teacher, your thoughts are so ugly."

Ozeki's face darkened. He looked down at the little brat who couldn't talk much and said with a fake smile, "Kankuro, if you can talk more, the teacher will like to hear you."

Kanjiro's eyes lit up, then he pointed at the ugly but cute paper figurine and spoke again.

"Teacher, your thoughts are not as good as the puppet I gave to my brother."

boom!

Before he could finish his words, Ozeki raised his thigh and kicked Kankuro, who kept belittling the paper man, away.

Witnessing this sudden change, the children's eyes involuntarily turned to Daguan's dark, stern face, and a sudden chill rose in their hearts.

They looked at each other, turned around in tacit understanding, and fled in the direction they came from as fast as possible.

"What a bunch of idiots!" Daguan glanced at the children who were running away, trying to calm himself down. Then he turned to look at Asuka who had a stunned look on his face, and waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Especially this big fool from Master Fengying's family. He always seems to be a bit stupid."

Looking at the direction where Kankuro disappeared, Asuka was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "Hey, Ozeki, is it okay for you to kick the child of Master Kazekage away like this?"

"It's okay to kick him. Master Kazekage likes strict teachers."

Ozeki curled his lips, and then as if he had thought of something, he said with emotion, "Although they are all sons of the Kazekage, there are some differences between the sons. The youngest son of the Kazekage has already shown an outstanding ninja talent."

The youngest son?

Do I love Luo?

The image of the red-haired boy carrying the gourd on his back slowly emerged in my mind.

Fei Niao looked up and gazed into the distance, his eyes penetrating through layers of buildings and finally fixed on the Fengying Building in the distance.

However, in the next second.

The glass of the Fengying Building, which was originally intact, suddenly broke into countless pieces and scattered without any warning. At the same time, a small black dot shot out rapidly from the depths of the building.

"What the hell? Fengying was attacked?" Fei Niao's eyes widened instantly and exclaimed.

Ozeki didn't seem surprised by this, he waved to Asuka and said calmly, "Lord Kazekage was indeed attacked, but not by the enemy.

The story behind this is a bit complicated, and it involves the youngest son of Master Kazekage that I just mentioned."

Having said that, Ozeki couldn't help but raise his head, looking towards the Fengying Building with a complicated look in his eyes.

This matter

Many people know.

But no one who knew dared to tell anyone.

After all, if this matter were to be made public, it would damage the image of Lord Fengying.

As the Kazekage who reigns over tens of thousands of ninjas, what's the matter with him getting beaten by his wife every day?