CHAPTER XXXV

The anchor found out that something was wrong because of an accident.

At first, the journey was just boring, and there was a temporary intention to run over and follow the thousand-handed pillars together, and there was no danger along the way, and the little girl in the thousand-armed real clothes was very idle, and jumped into the carriage, ready to play with the "princess", but just as she got in, the "princess" and the three identical male gods looked at her almost at the same time - they were gathered around the square table, and there were still small pieces in their hands.

[It's good, two missing two can just make up one, and the shadow is boring, the body is boring, quickly remove one! ] 】

The anchor gestured to the little brother in the pillar with a winkling look.

Thousands of hands between the pillars, and greeted the little girl of the same clan to come and sit with a pleasant face, made a place for her, and taught her how to play mahjong hand in hand. He is not only a great god among ninjas, but also has a deep attainment in gambling, when he was a child, he had a lot of fun playing cards with his friends, and he has not been unfamiliar with the technique of cutting mahjong tiles on the spot.

Thousand hands are stupid.,At first, I was happy and stupid because I could get close to the male god.,Later, I was shocked by the real painting style of the male god.。 She has never spoken to the male god, let alone known her, in her eyes, the patriarch is a person who can only look up to the thousand hands of the pillars, such a man can probably only live in the imagination, leaving only the miserable white "powerful", "dare not approach" and other labels. However, when he was actually sitting at the same table, Senju Mao suddenly found out...... Who is this hahaha giggling guy!

How could Lord Pillar use shadow points and bodies to play cards!

How could Lord Zhujian play cards and his eyes shine and his brain pop up!

How could it be that Lord Tsuruma......

"Ahhh Even Tsuruma-sama won't allow cheating! ”

The overexcited girl in real clothes had excellent eyes, and her head was hot for a moment, and she angrily knocked on the thief's paw of the male god who tried to change cards.

The thousand-handed pillar holding the claws: "Oops, it was discovered!" QAQ”

Senju Real Clothes: "............"

This resentful male god, in this terrible world, she can't have a happy crush anymore!

Looking at the girl's heartbroken thousand-armed real clothes, the anchor shook his head and kicked the dazed little brother from the pillar out of the car. Senju Makai hugged the calf under the anchor's skirt and cried for a while, but she still firmly accepted the cruel fact that Tsuruma-sama was a tease, and said that from now on, she must only have the princess as her only best friend in her heart.

Anchor:...... It's very impressive, but you might as well forget it.

No, really no.

No one plays mahjong anymore, and the streamer is bored. I thought I was going to shrink into this small place for a day, but the girl who hugged her legs suddenly had an idea, and asked him happily, can you draw a portrait of the princess?

"Makai usually likes to draw when I'm bored at home, so I should ...... Wouldn't it be too ugly, would it? ”

"Hehe, princess, don't talk about it, I actually brought painting tools with me when I went on a mission, and everyone would definitely scold me if I knew it."

The little girl kneeling opposite her was slightly reddened and seemed embarrassed, but her big dark and bright eyes were full of hope. Looking at her expectant look, the anchor still didn't refuse, although he thought it was weird, a big man put on a colorful and complicated kimono, and he still had to leave a portrait......

Forget it, you can destroy it if you have a chance.

He would never let the little brother between the pillars see that painting.

So, the anchor who was forced to drive the ducks to the shelves had to open the eyes of the dead fish wide, try to sit dignifiedly, and observe the little girl's expression, he pretended to be able to see it.

Gradually, only the slight sound of breathing and the gentle rubbing of paintbrushes on the paper could be heard. The anchor's gaze fell to a corner without focus, and I don't know how long it took, as if some of the sunlight through the bamboo curtain had dimmed, and the thousand hands of real clothes carefully blew on the paper, and after making sure that there was no problem, she breathed a sigh of relief and finally put down the pen.

The anchor, like her, also relaxed. After all, it was very tiring to pretend to be a statue for a long time and not move, and his hands, feet and shoulders were already stiff.

"Ah...... Well, it doesn't seem too bad......"

She looked at the paper a few times nervously, smoothing out the slightly pressed wrinkled corners, and then she picked up the freshly baked portrait with her hands and handed it over with both hands, with a slight apprehension on her face.

"I don't know if you're satisfied, huh...... Take a look. ”

It doesn't matter if you're not satisfied, it's just a disguise anyway. The anchor thinks so in his heart, but he definitely can't show it. Reserved to take the portrait, he looked down with the mentality of casually and quietly not taking it seriously.

Black hair hangs down the waist. (The wig is nice and looks very textured)

Be serious. (My whole body is stiff, and I can't move even if I want to)

The woman's face is covered with a layer of tulle, and under the painter's brush, there seems to be a hidden starlight in her eyes. The figure is obscured by bright colors, and only the fingertips are exposed, revealing a dignified beauty.

Anchor: "......"

The corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily, and his hand trembled subtly, resisting the urge to hide his face and turn his head.

I have to admire the brain hole of the little girl in real clothes, how big does this filter have to be opened to beautify him like this == The person on this painting has nothing to look like him except for his hair color and eye color, as an aesthetically normal male creature, he can't look directly at ...... Wait a minute?

Wait a minute.

And so on and so forth.

"Huh? Princess, is there something wrong? ”

There was a suspicious inquiry from Senju Real Cloth in his ears.

The anchor's brow furrowed unconsciously, and he paused, spread the painting on his lap, and observed it more closely.

As a result of looking more closely, his face changed slightly.

No wonder at first glance this painting feels familiar. Because of his habitual thinking, only the thought of "it seems that he has seen a similar picture somewhere" came to his mind, but he quickly threw it aside. However, with a few more glances, the streamer noticed something strange.

The woman's hand in the painting is about the same length as the index and middle fingers are exposed under the wide, elongated sleeves.

It was him who drew it, and he did know that the length of his fingers was a little different from the average person, but it was only a minor problem. The point is, because of this difference, the door of memory was pushed open, and the anchor suddenly remembered that decades after this world, he had seen this painting-

Not only the clothes, hairstyles, but also the people in the portraits are almost identical.

At the wedding celebration of the son of the daimyo, that night, the anchor was with the plug-in kun and Kakashi-chan, and he saw the portrait of the princess who arrived at Daimyo Castle today, and he also recognized it according to the portrait, and the "princess" who was escorted over was fake.

However, the portrait he saw that day was this one painted by Thousand Hands Real Clothes, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.

The anchor suddenly felt inexplicably flustered.

Could it be that the portrait he holds in his hand now is not known for some reason, and has been passed down to decades later. However, why was this one used for the portrait of the princess in later generations?

What the hell is going on?

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered another point that had been overlooked before.

It's also a kiss.,The son of a daimyo and a princess of another country.,Guardian of ninjas.。

Met with an enemy attack, was wounded, fell into the river under the cliff, and disappeared.

Including unexplained portraits, the plots of decades ago and decades later seem to overlap too much.

"Princess...... My lord......? ”

The panicked shouts of Senju Mao suddenly pulled back the wandering thoughts, and the anchor barely took a deep breath to calm down, let go of his hand, and let go of the portrait that was about to be pinched by his fingernails. At this time, he no longer had the idea of destroying the corpse immediately, and wrote on the paper: [It's nothing, thank you for the real clothes, I like it very much, can you give me this painting? 】

"But, yes, if you like it, I should be happy to ......," Senju Maoyi said stunned.

Very good.

The anchor calmly put away the portrait, and after chatting with Senju Mayi for a while, he successfully fooled the little girl away. After being alone again, the anchor stayed quietly for a while, finally relaxed, tilted his head tiredly and leaned against the end of the carriage, so distressed that he almost pulled the wig off.

You don't have to guess to know that there must be a conspiracy here.

At first, he thought that incident had happened to deal with Kakashi-chan, but now that he thinks about it, there must be something he hasn't noticed......

Moreover, he had a hunch.

When the carriage arrives at the daimyo castle of this era, he will get a part of the truth.

Soon, there was only one day left before the destination.

After driving for so long, the people of the Thousand Hands were very tired, and they were all relieved to hear the news. Except for the Thousand Hands Pillar, he seemed to have something else on his mind.

On the last night, everyone can finally get together easily, chat, eat meat, and imagine when they will be able to complete their tasks and go home. This time, the anchor didn't hide in the carriage anymore and didn't come out, he pretended to solve the physiological problem, and only the thousand hands of real clothes followed him.

He didn't bother to think of a way to shake off the silly girl, because, as soon as he walked away, the shadows behind him merged with the shadows of the bushes, and the sound of Senju Mayi telling him to slow down disappeared.

A hand reached out from the shadows and pulled him aside. The anchor looked up, and met a pair of surprised and angry red eyes-

"How are you?!"

"I'm sorry Madara, but I'm still here." The anchor felt a pain in his arm being scratched, but he held back the pain.

"Jin Jiangning, you-where is that female ninja?"

"Sent away with your private money - wait, it's Izuna who told me where you put your money!"

Madara Uchiha: "Izuna ......"

His expression contorted again.

With the preparations set up, Madara Uchiha confidently came to find him, only to find that the hired spy had turned into a stupid one.

Well, forget it, the most troublesome thing is-

Jin Jiangning didn't come alone.

Not only did he bring down Izumi, but he also brought the Thousand Hands Pillar over.

Hehe, between the pillars of a thousand hands.

The only person in this world who can detect Madara Uchiha's illusion is probably him.