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"Dragon sucks water!"

Activating the charging skill, Sui Yuan Cheng's right hand was in the shape of a hook. He pointed it at the wet firewood and suddenly lifted it. The water vapor was continuously pulled out and gathered into a ball of water.

"Go away!"

Throw the water balloon out the window.

The result is a dry pile of firewood that is easier to ignite and won't emit black smoke.

Mizuhara Makoto lit firewood, poured water and rice, and added the eggs from bird's nests he picked up on the way back, preparing to cook egg drop porridge for Yahiko and the others.

This is a slow job, and you can't wait around.

So Mizuhara Makoto randomly found a topic and started chatting with them: "If you learn ninjutsu, have you thought about what you plan to do?"

"I want to change this long-term war-torn country! It is crying, and I want to save it. To do this, I must have power, so..."

It can be seen that Yahiko has been thinking about the future for a long time.

His goal is also very clear. To put it more simply, it is to end the war in the Kingdom of Rain and enable the people of the Kingdom of Rain to live a peaceful life.

But the Kingdom of Rain is sandwiched between the three major countries.

As long as a big country has the intention of war, it will inevitably be affected. Therefore, if you want peace in the Rain Country, it is equivalent to achieving peace in the entire ninja world.

"This is not a simple matter. You have overlooked a lot of things..."

Have to admit.

Yahiko does have the temperament of a leader. His words just now were a bit childish, but they were no less infectious than the speech Makoto Mizuhara heard at the pep rally for his senior year.

If someone else had come here, they might have been moved to join the organization.

However, Mizuhara Makoto felt a little indifferent.

Except for the time he traveled today, he has never been in contact with humanoid creatures. The location of the small shabby house is also relatively remote, allowing Mizuhara Makoto to be a homebody with peace of mind.

He also has a detailed impression of how the Kingdom of Rain collapsed.

As he is not an aborigine, he is not as deeply attached to this land as everyone thinks. He is happy to show kindness within his ability.

And it was impossible for him to invest everything, even his life.

But it’s still okay to give some suggestions...

"Crack! Kick!"

The rice in the pot was almost cooked. While adding some more water, Suwon Cheng tapped the eggshell on the rim of the bowl to crack a small crack.

Beat the bird's eggs into a golden egg liquid and pour it into the pot clockwise round and round.

Stir gently and regularly with a spoon. The egg liquid that is cooked in an instant forms a sweet-scented osmanthus-like floc with constant stirring, turning the original white rice porridge into a golden color.

Add another two drops of sesame oil and sprinkle with a small spoonful of salt.

Season it a bit.

This pot of egg drop porridge is complete!

However, Suwon Makoto was not very satisfied, because without chopped green onions, this pot of egg drop porridge lacked a little bit of green. It was like a wife cake without a wife, lacking a soul!

Life is hard, that’s all!

"Gudu! Gudu!"

On his side, he lamented that this pot of porridge was not perfect, but Yahiko, Konan and Nagato were all salivated by the aroma.

After all, they are trying to survive in troubled times, so it would be nice to have food to eat.

How can you ask for so much taste bud satisfaction?

"Come on, come on, let's talk while eating."

Suwon Makoto served each of them a large bowl of porridge. People are like iron rice and steel. No matter how much we talk about ideals, we still have to face a practical problem - filling our stomachs.

"Eat slowly, if you don't have enough, there will be more."

Seeing the anxious Yahiko being burned, Konan gently blowing the porridge, even the relatively silent Nagato showed a satisfied expression, and Mizuhara Makoto, who was infected by the atmosphere, unconsciously showed a smile.

"Brother Suwon, please continue talking about what I have ignored in my thoughts."

Yahiko, who understood that he was anxious and couldn't drink the egg drop porridge, slowed down his eating speed and asked Mizuhara Makoto about what he just said.

"You haven't considered a lot, such as partners."

"I have partners, Nagato and Konan, they must support me."

"Just three of you? Even if you have great power, what can you do?"

"..."

"No great undertaking can be accomplished by just a few people. If you want to lead the change in the Country of Rain, you need a group of like-minded partners. Only batch after batch of people can have a glimmer of hope for change." .”

"And don't think too highly of everyone."

Having said this, Suwon Cheng paused.

In fact, in terms of companionship, with Yahiko's leadership qualities, it is easy to recruit people who have the same ideas, and he can even influence many people to become comrades.

The real fatal thing is still too simple.

If you don't understand the intrigues of this world, you will trust others too easily, putting yourself in crisis.

Just imagine if Yahiko hadn't died, would the Akatsuki organization still go astray?

“What you think of as change may unknowingly become an obstacle to others.”

"Isn't it good to quell the war and achieve peace? Why would it become an obstacle to others?" Xiaonan, who had been listening to the conversation between the two, suddenly asked, and she didn't understand.

"The reason is too complicated. You will understand it when you can understand it." Mizuhara Cheng couldn't explain many things, so he could only tell them to be careful.

He will not put himself in the eye of the storm.

I just hope that the flapping wings of my little butterfly can deflect the tragic fate of a few people...

······

This was the first encounter between Mizuhara Makoto and the three giants of the Akatsuki organization.

But he didn't choose to join.

After all, you have your path and I have my life.

So when two months later, the three little ones said goodbye to themselves, telling the story of the earth-shattering battle between Hanzo the Sanshouyu and the Sannin, and the time when they embarked on a journey to learn from their masters.

Mizuhara Makoto just told them to be careful.

To be honest, he admired them very much. They had such lofty ideals at the age of five or six, but what was he doing in his previous life when he was five or six years old.

Mizuhara Cheng thought for a while, and his face turned dark.

He seemed to be peeing and playing with mud. Fortunately, this happened a lifetime ago. He was playing alone at the time, and no one knew about this dark history.

[You think back to your childhood games. When soil is mixed with body fluid (cross out) water, incredible changes will occur. 】

【You realize it! 】

[The elements in this world may not be as distinct as imagined. When different elements collide, new miracles may be born! 】

[Reward: Clay Mastery]

"..."

This broken system, do you like to show your presence at this time?

And what does mastery of clay and tiles mean?

Mizuhara Makoto can clearly feel that he knows one more thing. Now he can burn bricks and build walls. His skill in this aspect is no less than that of a master who has been working for decades.

But what's the use?

"It seems like this skill is really what I need..."

Mizuhara Makoto looked up at his small shabby house. The rainwater that originally was just dripping in was now almost connected.

It's time to take some time to practice...