Red Dust

It's still the shabby two-story building, but there seem to be fewer customers than before.

Daimaru, who stepped into the door, said loudly:

"I am back!"

"Damaru?"

With a sad face, Wu Ye raised his head when he heard a familiar voice, and saw his son whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"You're finally back!"

"Well, you're worried!"

"Are you injured?"

Wu Ye grabbed Daimaru's arm and looked up and down, but found no signs of missing arms or legs.

"A little skin injury, it will be healed long ago!"

Daimaru looked at the furnishings in the store, and it was obviously deserted a lot.

"bad business?"

"Who has the heart to spend a fortune on laundry now?"

Wu Ye sighed,

"In the past two days, there has always been news of death in battle, and everyone is panicking..."

"Didn't I come back safely? Let's not talk about this, where is my grandfather?"

"I was helping here just now..."

Wu Ye replied,

"Actually, I just want to wait for your news, stare at the door during the day; wake up at night when there is trouble and ask if you are back..."

"Now, go upstairs to rest?"

Wu Ye shook his head:

"I went out to hang out, and I said that I went to Fengying's house and the nearby hospitals and taverns... I still run around at an age, and I can't stop it!"

"I'll go take a look!"

Saying that, Daimaru turned around and was about to go out.

"Are you going to have dinner at home?"

"Ok!"

"Then I'll prepare a few more dishes!"

Daimaru is often absent, and the family spends a lot of time together happily.

……

Ten minutes later, Daimaru saw his grandfather sitting on a bench waiting outside the tavern, listening to the guests talking about the latest news.

There are rumors everywhere, and the nervous villagers of Shayin Village can't tell the truth from the false. Coupled with the appearance of the obituaries of the war dead, it adds to the sense of tension.

Grandfather Kazuo, who was looking left and right, turned around, and suddenly saw Daimaru walking slowly along the shadow of the eaves.

"came back?"

The old man wriggling at the corner of his mouth can only say a simple greeting in a thousand words.

"Well, mother asked me to take you home for dinner!"

"Then... let's go!"

Holding Daimaru's hand, Hechen moved staggeringly,

"You are much stronger than your dead ghost father, and you can come back safe and sound when you go to the battlefield!"

"I'm just a ninja, I'm just taking a chunin exam, and I won't be used on the battlefield!"

"You have been a naughty guy who doesn't listen to adults since you were a child. You have offended all the children in the neighborhood. I didn't expect you to become a ninja..."

Daimaru smiled, ignoring his grandfather's ramblings.

In Sandyin Village, being a ninja has nothing to do with being a good character. A weak guy can't survive in the harsh country of wind.

"Sand Ren loses again! You are lucky this time, you have to find a girlfriend quickly, get married and have children as soon as possible!"

"This is not in a hurry!"

"You kid, don't take it seriously! If I hadn't urged your father back then, there would be no you..."

"I'm only sixteen!"

Daimaru wiped the sweat from his forehead, this ghost weather is really hot!

"Sixteen is late!"

Grandfather's beard and hair were slightly parted, holding Daimaru's arm,

"Don't worry now, it's hard to say in the future! Fifteen or sixteen-year-old little girls can't be fooled, and in two years, when the little girl grows into a big girl, you will have no hope!

If you want money without money, if you want strength without strength, who else can you find? "

"This... are you so disrespectful of your grandson?"

The old man, who was almost confused, despised his grandson for being so merciless.

"Seeing your father's fate, you can probably imagine your future! Sand Shinobi is like this..."

A "lost again", said a lot of bitterness!

For decades, Yan Lu Lanlui has come to today's Sand Ninja, and he has never won!

Every ten years in the ninja world war, a large number of sand ninja lives will be harvested, and countless war orphans are living in the Quartet.

"This matter, you have to take it to heart! The daughter of the fourth generation of the family, if it doesn't work, give it up!"

Daimaru was silent.

The name "Red Sand Dust" has already reached the ears of my grandfather who stayed at home and basically didn't ask about the world!

"Aren't there any other girls you know?

Your teammates are all female ninjas, and there is no sign of seeing each other when you get along day and night?

Also, according to your mother, the neighbor where you live is also a very enthusiastic female ninja, but it's a bit unreasonable!Are you familiar with her? "

Chapter 0134

Being a human being in two lives, Daimaru really didn't expect that at the age of 16, he would have to bear the trouble of being urged to marry.

But Daimaru has no intention of arguing with his grandfather Kazumo.

He is only a traditional Shayin Village villager at an old age, and his lifelong concept of locality cannot be explained by Daimaru in a few words.

Daimaru, who knew that the generation gap could not be made up, agreed with a perfunctory smile along the way, but he didn't take it seriously.

After arriving home, after a while, Daimaru left after having dinner.

Daimaru returned to the apartment, rested for a while, and took out the broken substitute puppet.

"It's really miserable. If you want to fix it, you need a lot of money!"

……

Just when the debt-ridden Daimaru was worried about how to make money, the drama of the high-level executives of Sandyin Village had just begun.

Temari, Kankuro, and Gai Romer, who were sitting by the door, were silent.

Although he was allowed to sit in and observe, it was only because of the decency of his deceased Kazekage's children.

The major events in the village have been missed by them who lost their father.

The majestic Jōnin who was sitting in the front patted the table.

"After discussing it for so long, isn't there a motion to make a decision?"

Noisy sound.

"Opinions can't be reached! Without Kazekage, we can't decide anything!"

The senior Jōnin Sandshang hates the current situation where there are no leaders, but the quarrelsome Sand Shinobi can't even choose a reliable Kazekage.

Dingshi, who was sitting beside the sand, said displeasedly:

"Luo Sha is dead, we can't do anything, let others see a joke?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Gaara, who had his eyes closed and calm, and whispered:

"Pretend! So many people died, why is this monster still able to escape!"

"To shut up!"

Huang Sha, headed by the leader, yelled loudly,

"Anyway, that's the fourth generation of Kazekage, you'd better understand your position!"

"understood!"

Ding Shi, who knew that he had lost his words, didn't go too far and stopped talking nonsense.

It's useless to hold such a meeting for a long time, anyway, it can't decide anything.

Maki, who was sitting below, looked at Gaara, his face was normal; Kankuro had a fierce look on his face; Temari seemed a little calm, but the Samsung fan behind him calmly changed the angle.

"Even if you can't choose Kazuyage Five Generations, at least one agent Kazuki, otherwise, how will the negotiations with Konoha Village go on?"

Although young, the cautious dragon sand suggested calmly.

"acting?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the thoughtful Maki!

"I?"

Maji stood up,

"Is it too hasty to decide like this?"