Chapter 51 The Lost Art

   "Ah, it's so boring if you haven't come here."

  Tuna's hands are itchy. Knowing that Jilai might be fine, she relaxes.

   "Girls, don't be so violent, gentle, don't you understand?"

   Akabane is very troubled.

  Jilai also went to Miaomu Mountain on vacation. He had to replace the quota and set out the task. The problem was that he was added, and the three generations did not need to follow him as a clone.

  I can’t rest, but I have to take care of Osamaru and Tsunade. It’s really stressful!

   "Hehe, I'm really not as gentle as the little girl from the whirlpool family, you don't have to come out with us to do the task."

  Tsunade's forehead bursts with blue veins, and he looks ugly as he walks in front.

  If it weren't for Akabane's weakness, he might have punched him in an instant.

   "I didn't say that."

   Akabane shrugged, seemingly nonchalant.

  Oshemaru looked at Akabane suspiciously, did not see any flaws, but felt a little strange in his heart.

  If it weren’t for confirming that Jiraiya had also disappeared, he would suspect that Akabane in front of him had become Jiraiya—the same as death, and the same as lifeless.

  He was suspicious, and the subtle movements remained in the eyes of someone in the dark.

   "It's too hard to die, so avoid this in the future."

   Akabane scolded the clone secretly, and secretly jotted down the main points in his heart.

  The shadow clone has an independent consciousness, and you must pay attention to the disguise of language and character in the future!

  Otherwise, even the juvenile version of Dashewan can be noticed, let alone the three generations, Tuanzang, this belly black spirit.

  He pondered for a moment, and it might not be enough to let the clone do it.

  The shadow clone slows down and falls to the last of the three, the next second...

  Substitute technique!

  Swap positions and quickly release the clone.

  Oshemaru had a subtle feeling, and looked back at Akabane, but couldn't tell what was wrong.

   "Hey, you sneaky behind, don't you want to run?"

  Tsunade turned around with a fierce look on his face.

  If Akabane really wants to run away lazily, she might really have a righteous iron fist.

   "No, I'm just walking slowly when I'm tired."

  From beginning to end, Akabane is only testing the effect of the combination of shadow clone and illusion.

  If you really want to be lazy, it can’t be now, otherwise you might not be able to escape by Oshemaru and Tsunade alone.

  He is lazy, but he doesn’t make fun of his companion’s life.

   "By the way, where are our goals today?"

   Akabane followed slowly, not knowing what exactly he was going to do today.

  To kill Rennin, there must be a goal.

   "The teacher didn't explain it. It should be that we want us to check it ourselves. Yesterday we met a lot of ninjas in front of us. We will check from here today to see if we can find any clues."

  Oshemaru pointed at the three-way intersection in the woods ahead.

"I gonna go see."

   Akabane walked to the front and stood on the big tree to observe the terrain.

   "Yesterday, you were separated?"

  Looking at the environment, he had a good idea.

  This place is too suitable for ambush in the fog. If there are no three generations of shadow clones to follow, they will only have a dead end with Oshemaru.

   "Yes, the technique of mist hiding."

  Tsunade replied.

   "The traces have been cleaned up. It is very likely that someone will come back afterwards."

  Oshemaru walked around, and finally said lightly.

   "It's a chasing troop."

   Tsunade didn’t have the slightest surprise. If Wu Yin couldn’t even do these things, how could he become one of the five great Shinobu villages.

  It’s fine if Qingyue is here now...

   Akabane sighed in his heart.

  The perception of the whirlpool and Qingyue is the most deadly for these mist ninjas.

  Under her radar-like perception, all the concealment techniques and silent assassination techniques are all jokes.

  But she was only six years old. He couldn't make a six-year-old **** the battlefield.

  Throwing aside his happy head and distracting thoughts, Akabane was condescending, and carefully checked any clues that might exist around him.

   "Hey...what's that?"

Suddenly, he saw something strange.

"what?"

  Tsunade was stunned for a moment, and then looked at where Akabane was pointing, her eyes were very good, and she immediately noticed the "abnormal" in Akabane's mouth.

   walked over slowly, got closer, and she finally saw it clearly.

  It is the leftover corner of a page.

"what is this?"

   Akabane asked.

  "Broken paper, only a corner, but it looks like..."

  Tsunade recalled carefully, with a trace of anger and embarrassment on his face.

   "What's wrong?"

   "It seems to be the idiot of Jiraiya. Did he accidentally fall after the psychic surgery?"

  Oshe Maru saw it and recognized it as well.

  "Jiraiya? Could it be..."

   Akabane was stunned, asking for Ji Laiya's paper, it might be his work of art.

   accidentally dropped during spiritism?

  His brain made up a bunch of pictures, and his expression became more and more weird. No wonder Tsunade has this expression.

"What's wrong?"

  Oshewan was taken aback for a moment, not understanding why they both had this expression.

  "Have you never seen Jiraiya's paintings?"

   "Draw? Jilaiya, this idiot can draw?"

  Oshemaru was stunned for a moment, feeling that his Three Views had been impacted—he also knew for the first time that this idiot Jilaiya could still paint.

  "What do you think is the work of an idiot?"

   Tsuna gritted his teeth.

  In her memory, since then, Jilai has become more and more wiser, such as the lurking female bathhouse...

   "Uh, I'm quite curious."

  Oshemaru whispered.

   Knowing that Jilai can draw comics, he can't help but think of a story he hasn't even started.

   is better than that idiot, how can he accept it if he is proud of it?

   "Don't explore, it's not painting... it's a nightmare!"

  Akabane shuddered when thinking about the terrifying style of Jiraiya.

  The picture is worse than European and American ones.

  "Let’s not talk about it yet. Although we have this piece of paper, we don’t have Shumao and his fangs. We can’t track the smell."

  Tsunade doesn’t want to discuss Jiraiya Manga anymore, which will make her have a very strong desire for destruction.

  Akabane looked around, and said: "Just look for it, I can't find it back."

  Beijing Ren's strength far exceeds them, and the three of them dare not go if they really want to find the lair.

  In this case, it's better to go around casually.

  To tell the truth, Akabane is very curious, what is the expression of Rennin seeing Jiraiya’s manga, broken expression or crazy hand punching?

  ...

  Somewhere in the country of vortex.

  A group of rebels gathered together, each holding a piece of paper in their hands, drawing pictures of rough and unsightly pictures on the paper.

  Passed by Zhang Zhang, everyone saw it with gusto and was very fascinated.

  There are no artistic paintings in this world. Everyone's perception of painting is boring decorations. How can I know that there are such wonderful forms.

  After a while, everyone put down the paper and sighed dumbly.

  After reading a few pages but not feeling like the next one, everyone panicked.

   "Unfortunately, there is only this point."

   "If the white-haired boy is not dead, you can grab him and force him to continue painting."

  One Zhong Ren sighed, his face full of hope.

   After sighing, he turned his head to look, and couldn't help but shiver.

  What's the situation?

  Everyone's expressions were very weird, and his eyes seemed to be shining, making him shudder.

   "My lord, let me go out..."

   "I want to go out for convenience."

   "Go, go, give me these paintings, I will take them to the cave and save them."

  (End of this chapter)