Shadow Stream of Leaf

Hanyu studied the matter of Sand Hidden for a whole afternoon, and when it was time to go to bed at night but did not rest, he finally realized:

Does this shit have anything to do with me? Didn't I retire early?

Misguided, wasting so many brain cells.

Hanyu doesn't care much about Konoha's affairs anymore, but now he puts so much thought into Sayin's affairs, isn't this a disease?

Whoever Kazekage loves will be whoever he loves, even Hanyu can become Hokage, so why can't the red sand scorpion whose "roots are young and red" can't be Kazekage? Garura loves to marry whoever she likes, anyway, it's not cheap to him, Hanyu.

Don't care about the scorpions of red sand, the crabs that eat sand, the fishing in the sea breeze, and the flickering of fat houses to sell figurines. Isn't this a comfortable life?

"Hayu, are you still thinking about Sakakushi?"

"I don't want to, because I want to understand."

Hanyu felt that he was eating radish salty and not worrying.

As the night darkened, the lights of the two-story building on the outskirts of the small town were completely extinguished.

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On a whim, after Hanyu got up the next morning, he ate something casually, and then he really went fishing... The seaside environment of Yuno Country determines that the aquatic products in this place are quite rich.

Fishing rod, bait, bucket, a chair, a parasol, and the "black iron stick" that never leaves his hand, Hanyu quickly packed up his supplies, and then went straight to the beach.

He had a hunch that today would be a bumper day.

For Hanyu, this kind of activity is pure luck. As long as there is a fish in the place where he hooks, and the fish bites the bait, it is impossible for the ninja's reflexes not to catch even a fish.

There is no need to doubt the technique... Besides, even if Hanyu's technique is flawed, he can still fry the sea directly. After all, fishing is a leisurely sport, and fish frying is the real excitement.

When he came to the beach and "set up camp", Hanyu started today's "work".

However, because the sun and temperature were very suitable on this day, coupled with the humid sea breeze from the ocean, in short, after Hanyu sat on the chair, he began to doze off soon.

Although he was holding the fishing rod in his hand, his head tilted to this side for a moment, and after waking up with a start, he straightened his posture in a daze, and then started to tilt to the other side.

You could tell it was a real sleepiness.

The bait on the hook has long been pecked clean by the dexterous mouth of the swimming fish.

Huge harvest? It seems that it doesn't exist anymore...?

In the afternoon when Hanyu was sleepy, two people walked along the coastline. After they reached the middle distance, one of them pointed at Hanyu, seeming to confirm his identity.

Then the two quickened their pace.

Hanyu seemed unprepared. At this time, it seemed that a ten-year-old child could stab him to death with a box knife... Uh, is it possible?

No matter what he was doing, a ninja of Hanyu's level would maintain a minimum of vigilance.

It should be said that Hanyu is a person who is used to being attacked and assassinated, and his physical reflexes need no explanation at all.

Want to deal with Hanyu in a sneak attack? Unless it was when he was assassinating someone, the other party suddenly attacked - this kind of thing is impossible to happen.

The two men talked all the way, and then came to Hanyu's side.

In terms of appearance, one of these two people is young and the other is old. The young man is fat and a little festive, and looks to be in his early twenties.

The older one was in his forties.

From the clothes of these two people, one conclusion can be easily drawn...they are both rich people.

"Are you sure it's him?"

asked the elder.

He wants to confirm again, because it is said that this "master of art" is a middle-aged man like himself, but after actually seeing him, he finds that his face is much younger than imagined.

The young man nodded, then he reached out and shook Hanyu's shoulder lightly.

"Master, Master Yu, wake up, the guests are coming."

Hanyu seemed to wake up in a daze, "Oh, so it's a guest?"

Hanyu had a slight impression of the young fat man, he should be a regular customer, but the people around him were completely strangers... What is certain is that these two people are ordinary people.

In theory, they pose no threat to Hanyu at all.

But... at that stranger's age, he didn't seem like the kind of person who would be interested in the figure, so the owner of the theater troupe? Did you come to Hanyu to customize large and delicate dolls for stage performances?

This is a reasonable guess.

"Master, we went to your workshop and found that you were not there. Later, your wife said that you are here..."

The little fat man is very considerate, because he appreciates Hanyu's works of art, so he even started to admire Hanyu... It can only be said that the fat house's money is really easy to cheat.

Taking this kind of people as the "elite backbone", Hanyu reckoned that he might be able to start a fan circle in the future.

"Is your Excellency the very well-known puppet master recently?" The middle-aged man asked Hanyu.

"Yeah... let's talk as we walk."

Saying that Hanyu stood up, he temporarily abandoned his fishing gear, just carried his cane, and led the two guests on the way back to the "workshop".

"My name is Yuchun, I'm forty years old, and I'm a puppeteer." Hanyu briefly introduced himself.

Um? This three-stage introduction is somewhat familiar, thanks to the fact that he is "Master Yu" instead of "Teacher Yu", otherwise it would be easy to cause misunderstandings.

"It's not a master, I'm just a craftsman who likes to make puppets."

"Master, you are humble. It is precisely because I have seen your works and know that they are all high-quality goods, that's why I came here." The middle-aged man said as he walked, "This time I came here to ask you to customize a work.

The thing is like this, I am a believer in the "God of Abundance". We have a temple that has just been completed, so I want to customize a statue that fits the temperament and scale of the temple. "

Feng, the god of abundance?

Hanyu glanced at the other party, seriously suspecting that the other party had plagiarized his idea. You must know that Hanyu is very good at making goddess statues.

"Are there any specific requirements? In terms of shape, volume and appearance."

"Yes, I have a sketch, I hope Master can use this as a basis to maximize your ability."

Saying that, the middle-aged man handed a piece of paper to Hanyu.

Hanyu unfolded it and looked, er, aside from the size information marked on it, Hanyu found that the design concept of this statue is quite advanced.

Let's put it this way, when Hanyu pinches people, he usually pinches "Nyarakko", but the pattern given by the other party is obviously "Nyarlathotep"... It has tentacles, and various weird body movements, Another distorted expression.

The god of abundance sounds nice, but one can tell by looking at this statue that it is definitely not a decent god—compared with it, the "heretical golem" has to be regarded as a solemn treasure, shining brightly, and can make people bow The emotion of worship.

Hanyu doesn’t want to take on this job any more. He is engaged in artistic creation, but the aspect of his creation has never involved the “Cthulhu Mythos”.

"Guest, I feel the sincerity of your coming in person, but at present, I have too much work on hand. If I want to arrange it with you, I don't know how long it will take..."

This is a tactful refusal.

The middle-aged man shook his head, "Master, please help, our sincerity goes beyond that.

If the master can accept our commission immediately, then we are prepared to pay one hundred... one and a half million taels as a reward, and the payment can be given priority. "

These words made Hanyu frowned. He is an artist, and what he hates the most is this ugly face of throwing money at people, so he put on a straight face, as if he was about to refute:

"When do you want it to be completed?"

Well, real works of art are priceless treasures, but priceless treasures need money to measure after all.

I have to say, 1.5 million taels is quite fragrant.

Today is indeed a bumper day.