Konoha: Prepare to defect, the system is coming

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

The sand carried by the wind, although still hitting his face from time to time, had lost its sharpness and stinging in the morning and became much softer.

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

The villagers who had been hiding because of 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, but were just glad that the sandstorm did not cause too much damage, and then continued their daily lives.

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

Even on sunny and windless days, there is still dust suspended in the air here that can be seen by the naked eye.

The land under his feet seems solid, and he can stir up a cloud of dust with just a light step.

In addition, the constant flow of pedestrians on the road increased the dust concentration in the air, making the originally transparent air turbid and yellow, making people dare not open their eyes when walking.

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

"Anyone who lives in such a place for more than ten years will have the idea of ​​changing homes with others."

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

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

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

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

"Vegetables just wholesaled from the oasis, cheap and fresh."

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

"Uchiha Madara stands in the middle, Senju brothers guard both sides, paper chrysanthemums are hung in front of the grave, and sorrow is 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 turned to look at the vendor who just shouted "Uchiha Madara stands in the middle".

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

But now.

"Why has it become so weird?"

He muttered in his heart, and his eyes quickly shuttled between the vendors, and finally locked on the man.

At this time, the man didn't seem to notice that there was anything wrong with his shouting just now. Instead, he continued to wave the goods in his hand enthusiastically, trying to attract the attention of passers-by.

However, when Asuka saw the items waved in the other party's hand, his eyes widened and he exclaimed directly.

"Fuck, paper man?"

The vendor was waving a paper man in a tight black combat uniform and red layered armor.

The face of the paper man resembled Uchiha Madara, but it did not have the domineering aura of the original, but had a bit of inexplicable weirdness.

Although he did not understand how to make paper man, he knew that the vendor's craftsmanship was quite poor.

It might look better if you put a photo on the paper man.

However

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

The types of those items were even more varied.

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

"Hmm? Potential customers?"

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

He had seen many people like this, all of whom were not open-minded enough and could not keep up with the trend.

"As long as you can persuade them with emotion, reason, and give them a 20% discount."

Thinking so in his mind, the vendor suddenly put down the paper figure in his hand, waved to Fei Niao, and said enthusiastically, "Hey, brother, come and have a look! I have all kinds of paper figures here, all of which are one-to-one life-size replicas, absolutely exquisite."

After hesitating for a while, Fei Niao stepped forward and carefully looked at the offerings placed on it.

Hua La!

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

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

Seeing the "shadows" of all generations displayed by the vendor, Fei Niao's eyes were straight.

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

"Are these people from Sand Village so good at playing?" Asuka murmured in his heart.

At this time.

Seeing his shocked look, the corners of the merchant's mouth could not help but slightly rise, but his tone became particularly deep, "My grandfather, who had passed away for several years, suddenly appeared in my dream one day, crying that he was bullied by others in the Pure Land and was in great pain.

This is too much, that's my dearest grandfather."

At this point, the merchant's eyes suddenly turned red, and the hand holding the paper figure unconsciously increased the strength, leaving several glaring holes on it.

Realizing that the paper figure was torn by himself, the merchant felt a pain in his heart, but he still maintained his angry appearance on the surface, and said in a low voice with a little hoarseness.

"When I wake up from the dream, I will be furious and directly make all the deceased "Kages" in the ninja world into paper figures and burn them for my grandfather."

"Later, grandpa took those shadows across the pure land, looking at them everywhere."

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

"If... if I burn these paper figures, wouldn't it mean that your grandpa will meet my grandpa? What will happen if the two groups of people fight? Have you ever thought about this problem?"

Hearing this, the vendor's breath froze 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 at all, right?

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

What are you doing seriously?

"well!"

Feiniao looked at the merchant's hesitant expression, sighed softly, turned around and left.

"etc!"

At this time, the vendor held the stall with one hand, jumped out, stopped in front of Feiniao very vigorously, and said, "We don't know whether the paper figures can be sent to relatives. Whether the paper figures can help relatives, we It's also not clear.

We have never been to the world of the undead.

We can only rely on conjecture, thinking that there will be exactly the same as the real world, there will be bad people, and there will be unfair things. "

"My grandfather has been kind all his life. The worst thing he ever did was to secretly occupy 10 centimeters of the foundation of the neighbor's house next door when he was building a house. Such a kind man, I even dreamed of him being bullied in the Pure Land."

Looking at the vendor's increasingly red eyes, Asuka thought of his grandfather whom he had never met.

Although I don’t know what the other person’s character is, since he is the owner of the Mangekyou Sharingan, there must not be many people who can bully him, right?

"Forget it, just think of it."

Thinking of this, Feiniao waved his hand and said dullly, "Let's have a set."

The merchant wiped his tears and did not show any excitement because of the successful transaction. Instead, he very cautiously began to pack the paper man, and pointed at the damage on the paper man and said distressedly.

"Thirty percent off, I just scratched it."

After a while.

Just as Asuka picked up the packed paper figurine and was about to leave, the sound of a vendor continuing to sell suddenly came from behind.

"In this era, who still burns traditional paper figurines?"

"Let me tell you, my grandfather, who passed away several years ago, suddenly gave me a dream one day, crying that he was bullied by others in the Pure Land and was in pain."

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Hearing the same words, Feiniao glanced at the dozen "shadows" of past generations 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 "Twelve Strongest Shadows", right?

"Did you buy this too?" Just as Asuka was about to walk to the hotel, a slightly surprised question suddenly rang in his ears.

Then, Asuka stopped and turned around to look, and found a middle-aged man standing not far away, and the man also had the "Twelve Strongest Shadows" on his shoulders.

"That vendor is good at selling things. Even I was convinced."

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

The old guy has never killed anyone in his life. The worst thing he has ever done is to say bad things about people behind their backs.

For such an honest and responsible ninja, I am worried that he will be bullied in another world. "

At this point, he noticed Asuka'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 him.

"My name is Ozeki, and I am a ninja school teacher."

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

When Feiniao heard this, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

No wonder he thought this guy looked familiar.

It turned out that the two of them had met in the tavern before, but now that the other party was wearing a sand mask, he didn't recognize him.

"The annual sacrificial day is about to begin!" Ozeki naturally walked up to Asuka, looking very familiar.

Although Sunagakure Village is not as large as Konoha, there are tens of thousands of residents in the village plus travelers. He is just a teacher, how can he know everyone.

In addition, at the time of "Sacrifice Day", the other party was still sitting in the tavern in the morning with a paper figure on his shoulder, sighing with a sad face.

There are various signs that this person is a villager from Sand Hidden Village.

For the villagers in this village, he was not at all defensive in his great concern, and began to talk about the sacrificial day, "The time of the sacrificial day in each village is different, and the method of sacrificial rituals is also different.

The Konoha gang likes to place flowers on graves; the Kumogakure gang likes to play music on graves in recent years, saying "You coming towards me make me so ready to move, medicine! medicine! medicine!". "

Seeing the exaggerated and exaggerated facial expressions of the other party, Asuka silently took a step back, and at the same time, the image of [Qilabi] who sang and danced rap and practiced for two and a half years appeared in his mind.

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

But what the hell, it’s too abstract.

"Flowers rarely grow in the desert, and even less idiots make music!"

At this time, Ozeki's rap movement suddenly stopped in mid-air, and a touch of sadness quickly appeared on his face, "On the sacrificial day of Sunagakure Village, we always like to burn something to express our condolences to our deceased relatives.

For a while, I couldn't make time to worship my father on the sacrificial day, so I found a place to light a cigarette for my father from a distance. I watched the cigarette burn faster than usual. "

When Asuka heard this, his mood became depressed.

He glanced at the paper figure on his shoulder and whispered to himself, "Every village has its own customs. Let's burn something. It's just wishful thinking."

"That's right." Ozeki responded, looking at Asuka with a little more recognition.

It's so comfortable to chat with adults. You don't need to break down the knowledge and force it in. You just need to mention some customs lightly, and the other person can chat with you.

Before "I" could continue chatting with Asuka, a dozen children suddenly appeared in the crowd in front, interrupting the conversation between the two.

And these children also recognized the teacher opposite at a glance, and instantly became excited, running over one after another, chirping.

"Oseki-sensei!"

"Teacher Ozeki, I still don't understand the history of Sunagakure Village you talked about today."

"Ah, Teacher Ozeki, what are you carrying? You're so ugly."

Ozeki: "."

He stared at the group of little guys who had suddenly arrived, then looked at the unsightly paper man on his shoulder, and said in a helpless tone, "This thing the teacher is carrying is called Missing!!"

Hearing this, a little boy suddenly walked out of the crowd. He picked his nose and commented on the paper man.

"Teacher, your thoughts are so ugly."

Ozeki's face darkened. He looked down at the little kid who wasn't very good at talking, and said with a soft smile, "Kankuro, if you can talk more, the teacher will love it."

Kankuro's eyes lit up, then he pointed at the ugly paper man and said again.

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

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, Ozeki directly raised his thigh and kicked Kankuro away who kept belittling the paper man.

When the children witnessed this sudden change, their eyes couldn't help but cast their eyes on Daguan's dark and stern face, and a chill suddenly surged in their hearts.

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

"These idiots!" Oguan glanced at the children who were running away, trying to calm down his emotions, then turned to look at Asuka, who looked stunned, and waved his hand lightly.

"Especially this big fool from Kazekage-sama's family, he always feels that his head is not very clear."

Looking at the direction where Kankuro disappeared, Asuka was silent for a long time, and then suddenly said, "Hey, Ozeki, you just kicked away the Kazekage-sama's child, is that okay?"

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

Ozeki curled his lips, then seemed to think of something, and said with emotion, "Although they are both sons of Kazekage, there are some differences between the sons. Lord Kazekage's youngest son has now shown outstanding ninja talent."

The youngest son?

Gaara?

The red-haired boy carrying the gourd slowly appeared in his mind.

Asuka raised his head and looked into the distance, his gaze penetrated the layers of buildings, and finally settled on the Fengying Building in the distance.

However, just the next second.

The originally intact glass of the Fengying Building suddenly turned into countless fragments and scattered without warning. At the same time, a small black dot quickly shot out from the depths of the building.

"What the hell? Feng Ying was attacked?" Asuka's eyes widened instantly and he exclaimed.

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

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

Having said this, Ozeki couldn't help but raise his head, looking at the Kazekage Building with complicated eyes.

This is it

Many people know.

But no one who knew it dared to tell anyone.

After all, if this matter is spoken out, it will somewhat damage the image of Lord Kazekage.

As the Kazekage who rules over tens of thousands of ninjas, what's going on with his wife being beaten every day?