I Created Cthulhu In Naruto

On a rainy night, the full moon was obscured by thick dark clouds in the sky, and lightning and thunder flashed from time to time to light up the dark earth.

On a half-basement window, raindrops kept pounding and crackling.

It's a pity that the dust on the window has been covered for a long time, and the simple raindrops can't make this narrow glass window completely bright, and the situation inside can be clearly seen.

In the interior of the basement, a passionate person is swaying the brush in his hand freely. The pigments are twisted and rotated together on the coloring plate in a strange way, combining known colors to create some uncommon pigments. purpose of doing so.

"That's right!"

"That's it!"

"Perfect!"

Fanatical voices erupted in the narrow underground space, and the repeated exclamations made one wonder if the owner of the voice was bragging about the products he was selling to someone or something.

But in fact, in the bright air of the semi-basement, only this fanatical figure nodded and bowed his head.

Although it is only a profile, you can see that his eyes are flashing with a little scarlet light, and his face is not so clear and variable from this angle.

When he was not speaking, his throat would snort, as if saliva was sticking to the throat, and the thumb nail of his right hand, which was holding the paintbrush, was almost bloodless.

Finally, the inferior brush was cut off by him with one hand.

click...

blah blah blah...

The brush fell into two pieces and fell to the ground, but what he cared about was not the brush he was holding hard just now.

"quick!"

"It's the last step now!"

"The final step to a great work!"

"come on!"

"I'm... a model!"

After a while, the lights in the basement went out completely after a bright flash, and the basement fell silent for a long time in the rainy night.

......

"Sakai, I'm not a coward, let alone neurotic, I swear those things are absolutely true!"

"Okay, maybe I'm a little neurotic, maybe more serious than when you first met me, but some of us who are engaged in creation will become neurotic because of excessive pursuit of art..."

"Isn't it the same for you? Sai? Don't you also hardly have contact with outsiders except me?"

"Sit down and communicate with me face-to-face like this. As far as I know, you don't have such an object in the village, right?"

"But I don't need your cliché psychoanalysis, I know why! I know what I see!"

"No! You wouldn't want to know, those things definitely can't be described with the word 'weird'!"

"Right! Even stranger than your inappropriate smirk! Outrageous!"

"That thing is tmd outrageous!"

"What? You insist on knowing?"

"Well, I can only tell you some simple information. As for what I saw, if I'm stupid, I can't describe what those are."

"Maybe it's a... evil spirit from hell?"

"..."

In a dimly lit tavern, two figures were sitting on a dilapidated small round table in the bar discussing things.

Such unsophisticated taverns are specially prepared for poor people who are frustrated with their lives.

And now it's daytime, even if there are not many people who come to buy drunk due to disappointment in life, there are only two figures sitting at the round tables in the dilapidated tavern, and one of them just fits this characteristic.

This man was wearing a dusty and worn brown coat, and his upper body, which was hidden in the coat, could not be seen, was lying on the wine table, and he looked like a drunk.

But this person would occasionally hold up the wine bottle and suddenly sit upright, not knowing whether he was drunk or awake, and yelled at the person opposite.

And the person sitting opposite is a little outrageous.

He was very neat in both his clothes and his face, which was out of tune with the atmosphere of the entire tavern.

The black and capable navel-baring outfit on the upper body reveals the enchanting vest line around the waist. Such a vest line full of self-discipline and even a woman would be jealous at a glance, it is difficult for people to associate it with the frustrated drunk people in life.

On the lower part of his body are tight-fitting eight-point pants, and he wears a ninja bag on the outside of his thigh, which echoes the short knife he carries behind him.

Judging from the Konoha forehead on his head, the identity of this person is obvious.

"Saai, although I know you're not that good at expression management, you don't need to put on that fake smile at this time, right?"

"Really? If my smile hurts you, then I apologize to you."

"Ah, it doesn't have to be so formal."

The man named Sakai stood up and bowed solemnly to the person across the table, and after sitting down, he explained, "It was my senior who told me that if I always had a smile on my face, the people around me would be caught by me. The smile is infected, and then get closer to me."

"Uh... Maybe your senior is right, but it also depends on the timing and occasion."

"The timing? The occasion?"

"Yeah, like when I'm being seriously troubled by those things right now."

After that, the two had the conversation that they had just started.

It's just that Sai's words are omitted here, because Sai's way of talking with people is always inaccurate, and it is always uncomfortable to speak without empathy.

However, this cannot be entirely blamed on Saui. He was educated by Shimura Danzo since he was a child, and the concept of root ninjas being emotionless was deeply implanted in his heart.

But since Danzo Shimura died, the roots that lived under the soil for a long time and in the darkness also shone a little sunlight.

Soon after the sixth generation of Naruto Tsunade, he announced that the root and Anbu would be unified and managed under the command of Naruto, and Saui also came into contact with more people.

But soon, in several joint missions, the evaluation of Sai's teammates was very bad. People who teamed up with Sai said that it was difficult to communicate with Sai, and he was a strange person with no feelings.

So Tsunade sent Yamato, who was also a member of the root group, but who was also quite popular in Anbu, to guide Saai's way of life.

After learning about Sakai's childhood, Yamato decided to let Sakai not only make friends with the ninjas around him, but to go outside and make some ordinary friends outside, which would help him forget the concept of "being a ninja, you must have no feelings" ~www.NovelMTL.com~ As for what kind of ordinary friends to make, Yamato's suggestion is to start with your interests and find reliable friends who share your interests.

During several outdoor sketches, Sai met the wandering painter named Ike opposite.

Ike is a wandering painter. As the name suggests, he is not from Konoha Village, but he often comes to Konoha Village to sketch. According to him, the shadow wall of Konoha Village can always provide him with some inspiration.

So they went back and forth, and the two became acquainted. Even the picture book that Sai hand-painted and kept on his body, the picture book depicting the story of his brother's letter, was also shown to Ike.

Ike appreciates the black-and-white painting style of Sai, which symbolizes the gloom of the heart, so every time he comes to Konoha Village to sketch, he will ask Sai to tell some travel experiences and share his latest paintings.

This time, though, Ike came to Sai with a huge annoyance.

And this trouble comes from another painter, Pittman, whom Ike met while traveling or wandering.