Konoha's Foot-picking Immortal

The next day, Ye sat down across from each other early in the morning and opened the paper fan to check the pattern on the fan.

Mao Changji in the middle, and six demons, large and small, lined up on both sides. Under everyone's feet was a twisted shadow that passed through the first ink mark.

At this time, the room on the opposite side was smaller than before. A soundproof single room was completely separated not far from the door as a confession room. Kabuto was sitting in it today.

After six days, Ye finally had five psychic appointments, barely able to open the business.

Different from the popularity at the beginning, Ye's psychic business volume continued to decrease after he switched to specializing in ninja business.

This is not only because the base of ninjas is much smaller than that of civilians, but also because they have been very busy with too many tasks recently. It's also because many ninjas don't have this need.

After all, ninja is a cruel profession. There are many people who would rather stay in darkness all the time, for fear that the glimmer of light will rust their swords.

"Let me see, today's first guest is Kotaro"

"Why does it feel so familiar? It must be an illusion."

After pressing her forehead and thinking for a long time, Ye still couldn't remember where she had seen this name, so she simply stopped thinking about it and continued reading.

"Yoshizawa, Sekiya Miraculous Amamiya Souji, Takewaki."

"Hey, this last one is specially marked as a samurai from the Kingdom of Iron."

Ye was a little surprised. Taking advantage of the fact that the guests hadn't arrived yet, she hurriedly ran into the confession room and prepared to ask Kabuto.

The renovated confession room was even darker than before. As soon as you walked in, you could only hear the breathing of yourself and the other person, giving you an experience of isolation.

The bronze mirror in front of the seat emits a faint yellow light, presumably the power of nakedness is at work. However, he didn't come here to confess. He was standing next to the seat. Just as he was about to ask questions, the sound of Kabuto came from all directions.

"Guest, please sit on the seat."

Ye rolled his eyes, became playful again, pinched his nose and started talking.

"Uh-huh, I just won't sit down now, what can you do to me?"

""

Kabuto is depressed, why don't you play according to the routine? I can't continue with what you do.

"Ahem, what's wrong, little brother, you are so good at preaching, can't you be lying?"

"Guest, why don't you go next door to see a doctor before you come back. The nasal sound is so strong and you still have a cough, maybe you are seriously ill."

Hehe seemed angry and wanted to continue teasing Ye, but Mao Changji's reminder rang in his mind.

Sir, here comes the guest who is a psychic. Please return to your seat quickly.

Oops, I almost delayed my business.

Ye quickly ran out of the confession room and sat upright, ready to greet Mr. Kotaro.

Kabuto: "It's strange that the guests are still here. Did they really go to see a doctor?"

There are only five guests in total, and four of them were arranged in the morning. After finishing the order for Souji Amamiya, I was completely free at night.

On the other side, the number of customers who come to confess is intermittent. Of course, there are occasionally people who meet by chance, but most of them will pretend that they have taken the wrong road and turn around and leave.

Although I might have to come back later

I understand this night very well. Even though it is a divination, no one wants to be found out and come to accuse someone.

Since Kabuto is still busy, Ye won't disturb him. There won’t be any new work until the afternoon, so let’s go out for a walk.

Thinking of yesterday's pineapples and the newly-launched cherries, Ye immediately couldn't hold back and ran out of the door excitedly. Before he had even taken two steps out of the house, a thin stream of spring rain began to fall from the sky.

The spring rain was thin and lingering. Ye just raised his head and glanced twice, then continued to move forward with a smile, and his steps were even more brisk.

Konoha Village is very large, and of course there is more than one fruit shop, and the one closest to the office is the Haruno family's fruit shop.

Yes, this is the one opened by Haruno Sakura's family. When talking about Haruno Sakura, Ye couldn't help but think a little divergently.

According to Naruto's genetics, unless the bloodline on the mother's side is too strong, the hair color of the next generation must be inherited from the father's generation.