Chapter 48 Humanoid Radar

  Visual deprivation!

  In an instant, it was pitch black before my eyes.

   Akabane took a deep breath and quickly mobilized his mental power to calm the Chakra inside his body, and his sight gradually recovered.

   "How about, do you study?"

  Sarutobi Richan smiled slightly.

  He really has few illusions that he can get, but the Dark Walk is different. It is very practical, especially when dealing with certain families...

"certainly!"

  Don’t give it away for free, that’s really wise.

  Akaha listened carefully, and quickly remembered the order of the illusion and the chakra and mental energy transfer technique.

  But this is an A-level illusion, and it takes a long time to learn it by himself. He glanced at the exchange list—there was no "Dark Walk" name on it.

  "Can I only practice by myself?"

  He smashed his mouth regretfully.

  A-level illusion, you have to think about this thing, these days it is not to be exhausted, and besides, I have no shortage of illusion methods...

   "Forget it, it's better to draw a few more pictures if you have this skill."

   Akabane comforts herself in her heart.

  Sarutobihisaki doesn't know what he is thinking, but based on his personality, it is not difficult to guess Akabane's next goal.

  Sure enough...

   "Teacher, where do we live next?"

  Not lying down for a long time, it was almost noon, he wanted to find a place to take a good nap.

  Practicing ninjutsu or something, let’s talk about it later, drawing is so tiring, just let the clone do it...well, I’m mainly responsible for rest.

   "Don't worry, you practice illusion more."

  Sarutobi Hizen said with a smile.

  "……"

   Akabane sneered, want to use this method to force him to practice illusion?

  He turned around and walked outside the courtyard.

   "I'm going to see how the comics are selling."

  There is always a place to find a caravan, which is more comfortable than standing.

  "……"

  Sarutobihisaki's expression was stiff, and after he left, he smashed his mouth and took a mouthful of cigarettes.

  This kid, just be diligent.

   Akabane leaves the yard and meets with the caravan at the entrance of the village.

  Although he is a stranger, because he came out from the patriarch’s house, there is no trouble coming out all the way.

  As far as the entrance of the village, he finally saw a group of people on the left of Kazama.

   "Move the cabinet, right, right, just put it here!"

  Kzema gave a loud command from the left, allowing people to quickly decorate the house.

  This room was not used for a period of time, and there was a lot of dust accumulated on it, and it took them a lot of time to clean it.

but……

   "What are you displaying?"

   Akabane almost threw up when he saw the shop decoration.

   "Mr. Akabane, do you think... wrong?"

  Kazama Zuo asked in astonishment.

  As he said, he turned his head and glanced, and he became more suspicious in his heart.

  No matter how you look at it, I feel right!

   "The shop is so ugly that the customers feel uncomfortable when they see it, let alone shopping."

  "Do you know what symmetry is?"

  Akaha has constipation on his face. He is not obsessive-compulsive, but his left and right positions are so messy that it really insults his identity as an art student.

   is just a layout, is it so exaggerated?

Kazama Zuo pondered for a long time, but he didn't understand what he meant.

   Akabane turned around, then took a pen and paper and quickly drew a sketch.

  After that, he threw the sketch into Kazama's left hand.

   "Press this to come."

  Kazamazuo glanced carefully, and then let someone follow this arrangement.

  There are sketches, and everyone can arrange them very quickly.

  It didn’t take long for the cabin to gradually become orderly.

  The cabinets are neatly placed on both sides, a table is placed in the middle, and books of comics are lined up on the top.

   "Sir, it's a lot more beautiful indeed!"

   Kazama left surprise road.

"not enough."

  Akaba looked in from the outside and shook his head regretfully, missing a few posters.

  He pondered for a moment, and he had an idea in his mind.

  "When you go to publicity, tell those people that not only do you have comics to buy, you can also get hand-painted portraits at random."

   Akabane knotted his hands, and the identical shadow clone appeared from his side.

   "Okay, I will do it right away."

  Kazema accepted it from the left.

  Ushio Village ninjas are out, but their family members are still there. Kazama Sato’s goal of selling comics is this group.

  So he hurried off immediately, holding a comic book, and every family started selling it.

  In front of the shop, the shadow avatar set up the equipment, sat down and began to paint.

  Street painting!

  Akabane's method is to draw a poster on the spot, and then mount it in the shop after the drawing is done. It can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

  As for the deity... After moving the manga on the cart, Akabane spread out a few sheets of paper and lay on it.

   "It's a pity that the second volume is still in print when it comes out, otherwise the first and second volumes will be sold together, this wave can harvest a lot of points."

  Thinking in his mind.

  Calculate the time, Konoha's second volume should be on sale soon.

  Return to Konoha Akabane for the time being, but Sandai and Danzo will keep him here.

  If you collect enough points to redeem the writing wheel eyes or part of the body physique of the half fairy, your survivability will be greatly improved.

  Life-saving ability is not too much.

   Akabane thought to himself.

  Until now, he has never used the art of fireball, concealment of fog, or silent assassination. These are his cards on the battlefield in the future.

   "Be at peace all the time, none of these ninjutsu is needed, it's a pity..."

   Akabane lay in the car, staring at the trees and flowers.

  For him now, lying on his back is the most precious day. Perhaps tomorrow, he, like the future three ninjas, will go out pitifully to hunt down the "rebel ninja".

  As things are done, the surroundings gradually calm down, leaving only the voice of the tool people working hard.

   Akabane lay on top, slowly going to sleep.

  At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from the ground and the flatbed truck into the ears noisily and disorderly.

  Subsequently, these voices became clearer and clearer.

   Akabane turned sideways on the car, raised his head, and children rushed from behind.

  Only children?

  He froze for a moment. Although children are most likely to be tempted by comics, if they are only children, who pays?

  Is it impossible to do charity!

   "Brother Akabane, Uncle Sarutobi is right, you really came here."

   Suddenly, a crisp voice came.

  What is this voice?

   Akabane immediately lay down, slowly raising his head to look at the shadow clone.

  A bunch of children arrived, and it was the little Lolita from the patriarch’s family who was in the lead.

   "Wow, this is revenge for the third generation, right?"

   Akabane uncomfortably a batch, shrinking his head while quietly using the transformation technique.

However……

   "Hey, this is the real Akabane brother."

   Sweeping his eyes upwards, Akabane saw an innocent and tender face, and he was sure that he had used the transformation technique.

   "Didn’t brother give you a manga?"

  He sat up and coughed awkwardly.

   "I came to look for Brother Akabane, but in the end I heard Uncle Kazama say that you are painting."

Qingyue said.

  She came all the way, and no one seemed to lead the way. This may indicate...

   "Her ability is perception!"

  Secretly in his heart.

  The fragrant phosphorus in the manga has a strong perception ability. With the special ninjutsu of Kagura Xinyan, it can be called a humanoid radar.

  This ability is simply a big killer on the battlefield.

   Akabane was shocked and worried at the same time, can she grow up with such a talent?

  In my mind, the three generations, Danzo, etc. flashed by.

  These people must know that I am afraid that she will not let her spend her life safely.

  (End of this chapter)