Chapter 535: Twisted melons are sometimes sweet, but they are a bit troublesome to eat.

In the Kingdom of Wind, the import of the top luxury goods is subject to quota restrictions.

The Country of Wind is relatively poor, and the Suna Ninja do not have much spending power. Although it is nonsense to talk about the tertiary industry in the Ninja World, it is still necessary to properly curb the extravagance.

In order to make huge profits, a very small number of smugglers secretly transport some highly profitable products into Sunagakure Village. They cannot sell them publicly and can only trade them privately.

However, in Awaji Village on the south coast, Daimaru actually turns a blind eye to some minor violations. During the period when the water is released for fish farming, the management cannot be too strict. When the water is clear, No fish, just occasionally beat the guys who cross the line. In the envisioned port city, the rules should still be appropriately flexible.

"Daimaru..."

Kankuro, who kept eating, stopped for a moment and asked vaguely,

"Have you already dated?"

"Well?"

Temari's pretty face, which was stained with some black and gray oil smoke, turned slightly red.

"It should be considered..."

"Should you? Hey! The answer is so rude. I don't know what you are thinking. You don't know whether you will agree to other people's pursuit or not?"

After swallowing his mouth full of meat pieces, Kankuro showed an impatient expression.

"If I were Daimaru, I would have dumped such an indecisive woman long ago..."

"Emmm? I didn't hear the second half of what you said just now. Please say it again..."

Temari raised her eyebrows and looked at Kankuro with slightly narrowed eyes. My younger brother, who had eaten too happily just now and was careless, let the hair out all over his body and said quickly:

"I said the roast beef was delicious..."

"That's good……"

Temari gently stirred the soup in the bowl with a spoon. The crisp clanking sound of the porcelain made her nervous brother's heart beat.

"I thought you had some dissatisfaction with your beloved sister! Also, don't fall in love at a young age. You are still young, especially Gaara..."

Gaara, who was nibbling grilled beef tongue and drinking soup, didn't say a word. He had been used to it for a long time and pretended that he didn't hear his brother and sister's bickering. Kankuro took a breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and whispered said:

"Women and other things delay my practice. I don't even have enough time to sort out my puppets. How can I have time for puppy love? Speaking of which, do you have any dissatisfaction with Daimaru, or do you have someone else you like?"

Temari, who poured herself another large bowl of red bean soup, smiled and shook her head:

"I'm not dissatisfied or anything like that. I'm a bit impressed! It's hard to say what will happen in the future. Even if I really admire someone else, I will probably compare him with Daimaru involuntarily..."

"After all, isn't the result obvious! What are you still worried about?"

Not to mention that in Sunagakure Village and the entire ninja world, can anyone of the same age be found who is more outstanding than Daimaru?

Kankuro took a sip of the mediocre tofu soup and suppressed the greasy feeling in his stomach.

"Daimaru still has more than a month to turn eighteen, and you still have nine months..."

"No need for you to remind me of my age..."

"I know, I know, I really don't know what you are doing..."

Occasionally, the villagers could see Daimaru and Temari shopping together, and they probably regarded them as serious lovers and dating.

Even Gaara and Kankuro felt that it was natural for the two of them to get together, but it seemed that there was an inexplicable gap between them.

Many people in the ninja world get married early. Daimaru and Temari's classmates at the Ninja School, many young people who have not embarked on the path to the ninja world, are already preparing to get married and have children.

In fact, all major ninja villages do not reject early marriage. Ninja is a relatively tolerant profession, and the same is true for the conservative Suna ninja. As long as it does not give birth to a child out of wedlock or have an affair within marriage, everyone can still accept it.

When talking about her relationship with her brother, Temari felt that she couldn't explain it and was too lazy to delve deeper.

In fact, the three siblings have vaguely realized that Daimaru has an increasing influence on them. In the past, family gatherings would talk about all kinds of topics, but now, there are very few that have nothing to do with Daimaru.

Perhaps, for this family of only three young people to officially accept a new member, the only difference is an opportunity.

After eating a few big mouthfuls in a row, Gaara alleviated his hunger a little, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said slowly:

"I didn't feel it deeply before, but now that I am the Kazekage fifth generation, I occasionally wonder if Daimaru is bound by Sunagakure Village..."

After a slight pause, Gaara continued,

"If he was born in Konoha Village, I think he might be even better. The stage there is bigger and more suitable for his performance..."

Talking about family background is meaningless to the three siblings and a strong person like Daimaru. Temari ate half full, held her cheek, tilted her head and thought for a while before saying,

"Maybe! You want to say that I restrained Daimaru so that he was not seduced by the Konoha female ninja?"

Temari, who seemed to have thought of something, smiled cheerfully.

The capable Temari is not a procrastinator. If she really decides on a husband, it is very possible for her to actively pursue him.

"Actually, I have also thought about it. Daimaru and I should have been a couple for a long time, but why was it so difficult..."

"What's the result?"

Kankuro asked casually.

"Maybe you're not convinced! Why do you put on such a bad face and act like you have to do it..."

Temari sorted out her words and complained a little emotionally,

"Maybe I'm just acting out of impulse, and I really need to examine myself. But this feeling of guilt also makes me a little uncomfortable! In addition, there is also something wrong with Daimaru. The aura of anxiety about him makes me a little uneasy. It's probably the kind of... When something is done well, it feels like going back to your hometown to get married. If possible, I really want to beat him up and ask him..."

Since the year before last, Temari has had the feeling that she was being arranged, as if some possibilities in her future life had been quietly erased by invisible hands.

Temari, who has always been self-reliant and self-reliant, hopes to choose a satisfactory husband according to her own wishes, instead of having only one choice from the beginning. Even though she was a man destined by fate, the proud blonde girl still had a vague feeling of helplessness.

This trivial pride and persistence also made Temari a little confused from time to time.

After finishing the meat slices and the tofu soup in a hurry, Kankuro burped and said:

"I don't understand what you are struggling with. In short, it's better not to lose to those little girls who are eyeing you!"

"You don't need to tell me!"

Giving Kankuro a blank look, Temari said angrily,

"I must prove to that idiot that it's not that he is capable, but that I chose him out of mercy..."