After a busy day, Omaru, who was a little tired, went home for a long time to have dinner with his mother and grandfather, and then returned to his rented apartment unhurriedly.

Daimaru was about to push the door into the house, and out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the sky outside, it wasn't a long night, and there were still many pedestrians on the road.

"At this time, Miss Shaye shouldn't have fallen asleep yet!"

Thinking like this, Daimaru walked to the door next door, hesitated, and knocked on the door.

I was thinking about how to greet Miss Shaye, who I hadn't seen for a while, but I didn't expect that no one in the house would open the door.

"Not here? Are you going home, or are you out on a mission?'

After waiting for a while, Daimaru, who still didn't move, gave up his plan to pay back the money tonight, turned around and walked back to his house.

In the glimmering bedroom that Daimaru couldn't see, Miss Shaya pursed her lips dissatisfiedly.

"There is no shame in knocking on the young woman's door at night!"

Miss Shaye is a polite lady, and it is too rude to go to meet people with no face to the sky.

During this time, except for her sister Shanai, who was not visited, there was no one to visit Miss Shaye, and when she came back from a mission, she wanted to easily do what she liked.

After removing makeup and washing, I lazily used high-end materials that had just arrived, and made weird dolls with gorgeous clothes but not very good-looking faces.

"The stand-in puppet that is pinched according to his face is quite successful, why can't the others?"

After thinking about it for a long time, there was no answer, and Miss Shaye could only blame herself for being too neglectful to observe the appearance of others.

Except for a few people, I haven't looked at those who are not worth it.

Under normal circumstances, it is enough to distinguish the appearance and characteristics that are different from others, and too many details have not entered Miss Shaye's mind at all.

Immediately afterwards, Miss Shaye casually made a doll in the shape of Shanai, and the face of the pinched doll was still very awkward. Then there was Daimaru, and according to the way he was in his heart, he succeeded in a short time.

"It's ugly, and I don't know if it's because I'm too bad at it, or if you're so ugly!"

Miss Shaye, who was dissatisfied, took a sip, grabbed the doll and threw it into the trash can not far away.

……

The recent development of the situation has been relatively stable, and the matter of communicating with Konoha is not alarming, with the help of my Airo from time to time, Daimaru doesn't worry too much, and the matter of air team training, with Yame and Chi sharing a lot of pressure, Daimaru can also be a lot easier.

Without the immediate pressure, Daimaru exercised his muscles for a while, took a comfortable shower, and lay on the bench in front of the window bathing in the moonlight.

Thinking back to a series of things that happened after returning from Konoha Village, except for the fact that he almost died when he was ambushed by loess, and he was startled by the chance encounter with Orochimaru, the rest, with the efforts of Orochimaru, he had survived without danger.

Next, when the air team begins to have combat power, it will definitely find an opponent to test its strength, and the target must be Iwa Shinobi.

For the rest, Daimaru can be put down a little, especially I'm Airo, who seems to be favored by heaven, and can always find an opportunity to show his face in front of the villagers and brush up on his favor.

"Probably because he really has the goodwill to protect the village and do something for everyone, so he can find out the difficulties of those who need help!"

Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, and people like Daimaru can meet strangers they don't know before, and it is already the limit to be able to give them a good face.

It takes talent to be a good person, and Daimaru only thinks about trying not to cause trouble for others, so thank goodness.

As soon as he thought of this, Omaru couldn't help but smile on his face, and casually took out the portrait that Kurama Yakumo had given him, and looked at himself on the hazy canvas by the light of the moon.

"Half a year ago, I was like this!"

The strong self-calm face did not hide the trace of panic in his eyes, Kurama Yakumo's painting skills were indeed quite exquisite, and he accurately drew Daimaru's expression at that time.

After pondering for months, Omaru still couldn't figure out the mystery of it, and if it hadn't happened for Kurama Yakumo to come to Sand Hidden Village, he would have wanted to give up.

"Adventures" are such things as being reserved for those who are destined, and they can't be forced.

Maybe the mystery is very simple, and it only takes a key hint to find the secret, but Daimaru really can't think of it.

Analyzing the personality traits of some people, Daimaru can find some clues, but you can guess what the hell the adolescent girl is trying to write, or forget it, Daimaru knows that he is not this material.

"Discover the beauty in it? Except for the face as handsome as mine, what else is so smelly and beautiful......"

Laughing, Omaru, flicked his fingers lightly on the canvas with his face bathed in warm sunlight, making a trembling sound of paper.

Gently covering the canvas on his chest, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, Omaru did not see, and pressed the canvas on his body at random in the palm of his hand, bathed in the mental fluctuations that Daimaru unconsciously emitted, and the eyes of the characters in the painting shimmered in the moonlight.

At the same time, in an ordinary two-story building, Qian who lit a lamp, supported his chin with his hands, and stared at the paintings spread out on the table for a long time, and couldn't help but doze off.

In a daze, the girl, who seemed to notice something, suddenly opened her eyes, and then was stunned by what she saw.

In a studio where the sunset is shining, a girl who is a little weak and coughs from time to time is contemplating her paintings, and a lot of crumpled discarded manuscripts have been left on the ground.

Such a peaceful atmosphere should have been very warm, but what was frightening was that the model leaning against the windowsill and forcing her eyes, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, was being entangled by purple-black snake-like monsters.

"Kurama Yakumo and Daimaru?"

Qian looked at this terrifying scene with such an obvious contrast in disbelief, and couldn't help but ask.

However, Kurama Yakumo, who is creating, and Daimaru, a model with a smile on the corner of his mouth, are completely unaware of the appearance of Chi.

I couldn't recognize Qian who was approaching, and wondered if I wanted to remind him of the danger on Orochi's body, at this moment, those purple-black snake shadows suddenly revealed their evil heads, spitting snake letters in the direction of Qian, and the startled Qian hurriedly retreated, but was surprised to notice that there was also a hissing sound on his body, and when he looked down, it turned out that he was also entangled by a similar snake shadow-like monster.

"Ah......h

The girl screamed in fright, and couldn't help but wake up, the desk, the lamp, the canvas, and the dozing self.

And the terrible snake-like monster.

"Is it a delusion? I'm going to ask Daimaru tomorrow......