The next day, in the dilapidated alleys, a slender and well-dressed boy appears in a down-and-out town in the country of Kawanoku.

This is the town of North Point, where Ike mentioned to Sakai yesterday.

It is an area located between the three kingdoms of Fire, Rain, and Kawanokoku, and is called North Cape Town because it is located in the northernmost corner of the Kawanokuni territory.

The town of North Point, near the Land of Rain, was also implicated in the Second Great Ninja War in Rain Village, where the battle of ninjas destroyed the historic town and turned it into a ruined frontier.

Taking a deep breath of the humid air of North Point, Sakai smelled a little wine.

The smell of alcohol belonged to the drunks on both sides of the dark streets, who slept in the corners of the street without raising their eyes with large wine bottles, and every now and then burped a wine or two.

That's right, when Sakai arrived in this town, it was already nearly dark.

Ever since he heard the story of the "gifted" ghost painter, Pittman, from Ike yesterday, Sakai has rushed to North Point almost non-stop.

Pittman, a brilliant local painter, is also considered by Ike to be a freak who is always trying to cross the human world and explore taboos.

This reminded Sakai that he was also on a mission with his teammates, and was once evaluated as an emotionless freak.

The same freak, maybe out of wanting to see what another freak looks like, or maybe it's the sympathy of the "same kind", Sakai always has a feeling in his heart that he needs to visit this Pittman.

If he could, Sakai felt that he could even make friends with this genius painter.

Although Ike had just broken off his friendship with Pitman because of the horrific paintings, Sakai was actually not interested in Ike's description.

Although Ike's description is enough to be emotional, Sakai used to be a ninja under the leadership of Shimura Danzo, and emotions such as fear, which are completely burdensome for the ninja's mission, have long been abandoned by Sakai.

Around Sakai, there are old houses that have witnessed at least 200 years of history, and the edges of the simple stone steps at the entrance are covered with gloomy moss.

Because of the people sitting on the ground and leaning on the moss for a long time, the moss was pressed out of elbow prints, swirling, twisting and sticking together, which looked a little disgusting.

Compared to the modern greenhouses of Konoha Village, this is indeed a suitable place to breed freaks.

There is no detailed address for Pitman on Ike's Konoha Pass, so Sakai needs to find Pittman's specific address in this town.

Considering the sparse population of North Point and the fact that Pittman was an "outstanding" local painter, most of the people were porters or vagrants, it shouldn't be difficult to find out where Pittman lived.

"Do you know where a man named Pittman lives?"

Sakai picked up a professional smirk and asked as he walked over to a tightly wrapped old woman.

When the old woman saw Sakai suddenly appear, she subconsciously hugged the wooden basin covered with a curtain in her hand, but after hearing that Sakai was just asking for directions, the old woman shook her head sharply, and then left immediately.

So Sakai glanced at the street again, saw a homeless man on the side of the road, and felt that it seemed to be worth asking.

"Do you know a guy named Pittman here?"

The homeless man wrapped in a torn cotton coat lazily opened his eyes and looked up at Sakai, who was out of step with his surroundings, and when he saw Sakai's white forehead, he suddenly went crazy like a nervous feeling.

"Get out! I have nothing to tell you ninjas! ”

"You're all ruining this place!"

The homeless man's violent reaction surprised Sakai.

Could it be that my smile is causing him discomfort again? Isn't my smile contagious?

Or is my ninja status causing discomfort to the locals?

Sakai walked over to the drunk man on the other side of the street and asked the same question, this time narrowing his smile and removing the ninja forehead guard from his head, but the answer was equally disappointing.

After asking the same thing a few times, the drunk finally opened his eyes slowly.

His eyes were sunken and he glanced up at Sai, and then spat at the ground in front of Sai's feet in disdain.

Bah...

The drunk frothed, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

"Oh, it's still not okay to have no smile."

Sakai attributed the reason for his failure in this inquiry to the reason why he restrained his smile.

When he had a smile just now, the homeless man could still curse in return, but this time there was no smile, and he just spat at the mouthful.

"But the folk customs here are really simple..."

Sakai looked up and saw the tavern at the end of the alley.

The name of this alley tavern is called Alley Tavern, and the dilapidated plaque on it is engraved with the word crooked, judging by the few colored light bulbs lit at the door, it should still be in business.

Sakai pushed open the door and stepped inside, the serving rate inside was not as high as expected, and there were less than ten people sitting around drinking.

Seeing Sakai pushing the door in, all the drinkers stopped talking and stared at Sakai with interest.

In this run-down town, a peculiar presence like Sakai is a topic that is more topical than what they say.

Ignoring the staring eyes of the people around him, Sakai walked straight to the bar, and before he could speak, the bar owner teased Sai with words.

"This is a tavern, but there is no milk for a child like you."

"I'm sorry, I'm here to inquire about someone."

Sakai put that signature smirk back on his face.

"Who?"

"Pittman."

At the mention of Pittman, the tavernkeeper's face was stunned at first, but he quickly recovered and said with a wicked smile: "Pittman, that weirdo, I know where it is." ”

"But I can't tell you my information in vain, can I? You didn't buy wine from me. ”

"I can pay."

"Money?" The tavern keeper shook his head and said, "No, you have a better one." ”

"Like your white and clean little body, many people here will like it, as long as you..."

As he spoke, the tavern owner reached for the vest line under Sai's crop top, the obsession on his face almost piercing.

But at this moment, Sakai's right hand suddenly burst out, and with one hand, he clamped the tavern owner tightly, dragging his fat body from behind the bar to the countertop, and then pressed the tavern owner's acupuncture point with one hand, making him unable to move.

Seeing this change, the other drinkers in the tavern stood up one after another, but were stopped by Sakai's words.

"As soon as I move my ring finger a little, his arm is completely useless."

"Do you want to live on only one arm for the rest of your life?"

Sakai turned his face to look at the tavern owner with a smile, but in Sakai's thick smile, the boss saw endless killing intent.

This is a real killing intent, the white cream student in front of him looks like he is smiling, but the killing intent hidden in this look is definitely not something that can be honed by just killing one or two people.

At this moment, the tavern owner finally knew that he had messed with someone he shouldn't have messed with, and the smug infatuation on his face just now turned into intense fear, and he couldn't help but beg Sakai for mercy.

"Ahh

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! ”

"I know where that Pittman is! I'm telling you! ”

"Go down this alley to the deepest part, and the house with the house number Peters is Pittman's address!"