Forced to sell misery

"It seems that it still doesn't work, so let's stop here."

Jing Ye instantly appeared behind Grandma Chiyo and put his hand on her shoulder.

In an instant, the two disappeared from the spot.

"Disappeared?"

The sand cones pierced deeply into the ground, and the attacks of the third generation puppets were in vain.

Under the control of Grandma Chiyo, the parent puppets have approached Scorpion.

A broken knife stopped in front of Scorpion's eyes.

However, Jing Ye's movements were too fast, and Granny Chiyo had no time to react. The chakra line connecting the puppets was broken, and the parent puppets that lost control suddenly stopped attacking and fell down.

For a moment, it was eerily quiet.

His fingers clenched little by little, and Scorpion lowered his head. His curly red hair covered his eyebrows, making it impossible to tell his emotions.

"How could he disappear so suddenly? Was it an illusion created by that guy?"

Placing his hand on the goggle on his left eye, Deidara jumped down from a high place.

"No,"

After a long silence, Sasori glanced at Deidara, put away the Third Generation puppet, and repeated, "It's not an illusion."

"that,"

Swallowing hard, Deidara looked at Scorpion and called him carefully,

"Xie...Dan Na?"

"what happened?"

Glancing coldly at Deidara, Scorpion raised his finger, and the head of the Third Generation puppet tilted, revealing a poisonous steel needle in its mouth.

"No, it's nothing..."

A drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead. Deidara's gaze moved from the bald head of Fei Liuhu on the ground to Scorpion, and then from Scorpion to the two parent dolls lying on the ground. He looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. Although he was extremely conflicted, but... he didn't dare to ask.

"Let's go,"

After simply cleaning up the mess, Scorpion left first.

"Where to go?"

Deidara was stunned for a moment.

Contrary to his expectations... Scorpion was unexpectedly calm... Although he didn't know if it was just calm on the surface...

"Find Orochimaru before that guy does."

Glancing back at Deidara, Scorpion did not stop.

Feeling that Scorpion's tone was unexpectedly dangerous, Deidara immediately followed.

"No problem, leave it to me!!"

-

The Country of Wind, Sand Ninja Village.

Standing in front of the window, Kimimaro looked at the whistling wind and sand outside the window and did not speak for a long time.

Although both give people a heavy feeling that covers the sky and the sun, the wind and sand are different from the fog in the Water Kingdom. They have more texture and are more noisy.

People with a calm mind will naturally not think they are noisy.

Perhaps, the wind and sand were carried in from the vast desert, traveling dusty all the way, and only here did they encounter some human settlement buildings, which naturally made the place a little more lively.

Moreover, they came all the way from such a far place, and they must have encountered some stories on the way that they were eager to tell, so they were so noisy.

Unfortunately, no one can understand their voices, and their noise makes the world seem even more desolate and silent.

He liked watching the birds flying in the desert, flying from far away where the ground level met the sky, their wings sliding across the sky and lifting a corner, then the rosy glow that began to bloom from the horizon burned all the way to the sky, and then night fell.

Amid the distant singing sounds, the birds disappeared. They flew gracefully and calmly, day after day, never getting tired.

He remembered what Lord Jing Ye had told him, that there was a kind of bird that flew its entire life and would die when it landed.

Then he asked, wouldn't they be tired? Why didn't they stop and rest for a while.

Master Jingye said that they would get tired, but they had no feet, so they were destined to be unable to stay anywhere. They were born to fly non-stop, and when they were tired of flying, they would sleep in the wind. They could only land once in their lifetime, and that was when they died.

That bird is called a thorn bird.

He had never seen that kind of bird before, maybe because they never stopped in one place?

Spending their entire lives flying, they will visit many places and see scenery that others cannot see in their lifetime.

Maybe he could, but he just didn't have the time.

Kimimaro raised his arm and clenched his fist. His skin was cold and pale, revealing the dullness of living underground without sunlight for many years. Bluish and white blood vessels could be vaguely seen under his skin, revealing purple.

Although he looked no different from an ordinary person, the bones wrapped in the flesh had gradually decayed, taking on an ominous blue-gray color, just like the scattered corpses in the wilderness that had been dead for who knows how long. The white bones were bluish-black inside, which was the color of death.

The nails dug into the palm of his hand, and a trace of crimson slowly overflowed and flowed along the lines of the palm. Kimimaro lowered his eyes, looking at the broken wound with a gloomy expression.

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Kimimaro walked over and opened the door.

"Hello, hello,"

Gaara stopped awkwardly, looked at the strange figure who opened the door, and said nervously.

"Hello."

Looking warily at the red-haired child with dark circles under his eyes, Kimimaro had no intention of letting him into the room.

"Is Brother Jingye in there?"

After hesitating for a moment, Gaara asked hesitantly.

"Brother Jingye?"

Kimimaro was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted, "Are you talking about Lord Jingye? He is not here."

After responding to Gaara in a slightly stiff manner, Kimimaro was about to close the door.

"Wait, wait,"

Although his jade-colored eyes were filled with disappointment, Gaara hesitated for a moment, but still carefully handed over the cactus that he had been holding in his hand, which was carefully placed in a paper box and looked well taken care of.

"Then, can I ask you to give this to Brother Jingye?"

"you……"

Looking at Gaara's expectant eyes, Kimimaro felt even more uncomfortable.

"May I?"

Seeing that Kimimaro had no intention of reaching out to take the box, Gaara mustered up the courage and asked again.

After hesitating for a while, Kimimaro couldn't help but ask, "Uchiha Jingye, is he your important person?"

"Important person?"

Gaara pursed his lips and nodded seriously, "Yes."

"I understand."

Kimimaro remained silent and took the paper box.

"Thank you... for that,"

Gaara was stunned for a moment when he accidentally saw the bleeding wound on Kimimaro's hand.

"your hands……"

"Sorry," Kimimaro said helplessly, holding the small paper box with cactus in one hand and hiding his injured hand in his wide sleeves.

"It won't dirty your stuff."

"no!"

Gaara stretched out his hand, but took it back the moment he was about to touch Kimimaro. He lowered his head, looking even more helpless than Kimimaro.

"You, you are hurt."

"That...it's okay."

I didn't expect that Gaara would care about this. Kimimaro was stunned for a moment, and like a clumsy child eager to explain, he stretched out his hand in front of Gaara and opened his palm to show him.

"It's just a small wound. It's no longer bleeding."

"...does it hurt?"

Gaara asked seriously, looking at the small wound on Kimimaro's palm with wide eyes.

Kimimaro shook his head.

"But, doesn't it hurt when you're injured?"

Gaara asked in confusion.

“It’s just a feeling.”

Being stared at by such a pair of warm, jade-colored eyes, it was hard to refuse to answer his question. After a moment of silence, Kimimaro responded dryly.

He has become accustomed to the feeling of pain.

"Won't it hurt?"

As if being pricked by a sharp needle, Kimimaro looked away and said stiffly,

"You have too many questions."

It seemed like no one had ever asked him if it hurt.

Because he is Kimimaro, the last descendant of the Kaguya clan with powerful blood, and corresponding to the talent of being able to control his own bones in battle, he has the ability to heal his own wounds.

He was used to fighting, used to the feeling of bones breaking through skin, used to blood and naturally used to pain.

"Feel sorry."

Gaara lowered his head.

"Anything else?"

Looking at the soft whorls of hair revealed when Gaara lowered his head, Kimimaro paused slightly, but still ordered him to leave.