Chapter 563 The power of habit

Temari's attitude initially softened due to Daimaru's kind words, but she suddenly became a little angry. She wanted to teach the other party a lesson for speaking out loud, but she guessed that she was no match for her, so she had no choice but to hold back on her plan to take action.

"Did you bribe Kankuro and Gaara a long time ago?"

"How could it be? You are their eldest sister, you have to have confidence in yourself!"

Daimaru laughed and said,

"And I can't come up with anything that would make them tempted enough to plot against you..."

Temari rolled her eyes at Daimaru who said "the truth", with an expression that said "I guess you know the truth", snorted coldly, and said angrily:

"Don't lead Gaara and Kankuro astray with your crooked ways..."

Crooked approach?

Daimaru shook his head dumbfounded. If someone commented like this, Daimaru would have spat the other person bloody. When had the iron-clad and upright Mr. "Red Dust" ever played dirty tricks?

As the two chatted, the swaying lights below gradually began to blur, and the originally crystal clear huge floor-to-ceiling window glass gradually became covered with a layer of small water droplets, forming in the late winter night wind. Small ice crystals.

"It's foggy, it's really rare..."

Temari let out a sigh, feeling a little surprised.

The air in the interior of the Kingdom of Wind is too dry, and water mist rarely evaporates. Once the visibility decreases, sand and haze will definitely arise again.

This phenomenon of cold fog falling from the sky occasionally occurs at the seaside in late autumn and when spring is approaching. During the New Year period, it is really rare to see frost fog in Sunagakure Village.

In the hazy night outside, as the fine ice crystals on the glass became thicker and thicker, gradually it became impossible to see anything clearly.

"This winter was a little warmer and there was no snow. Next year is expected to be another year of frequent wind disasters and raging drought locusts."

The residents of the Kingdom of Wind are in such a difficult situation. Without the help of the ninjas from Sunagakure Village, many people would probably starve to death and become homeless.

Temari sighed softly, without waiting for Daimaru's agreement. She turned her head strangely, only to see the guy next to her who was lamenting that his beard was getting longer just now. He stretched out his hand and gently drew a few small drawings on the steam-filled glass. Small figure.

The stinky boy with the arrogant smile should be Daimaru, but the girl next to him with a three-headed body and a big head with a different style of painting, and a silly look on his face, could tell it was Temari from the hairstyle.

"What the hell is that drawing? Am I the short and fat one?"

Temari was a little dissatisfied.

"The ninja school has painting courses, right? How did you pass the level at your level?"

"Exaggerated painting, don't you think it's cute?"

"I don't understand your aesthetics..."

Temari didn't accept this strange "sketch" very well.

There are already many novels with strange themes in the ninja world, and there are also "printed stories" serialized in magazines and distributed by mail, but they are all primitive, either too young, or biased towards legends and heroes. In biographies and other genres, the soft "cute painting style" of tough guys, tenderness, and bloodshed has not appeared at all, and no one will appreciate it.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you find out who it is!"

Daimaru grinned, not at all frustrated that the "art of innovation" was not understood.

"You really are..."

Temari sighed softly,

"How should I put it? He is a guy whose atmosphere is easy to ignore..."

"What's the meaning?"

"Forget it if you don't understand, I'm complimenting you!"

Temari smiled without explaining.

Probably in the mind of the fool in front of him, he simply didn't bother to pay attention to the aura that he could not help but exude from his body.

Although the two chatted for a long time, they didn't actually say anything. There were very few meaningful topics, and there were even occasional silences, which made the time between the two conversations extremely long.

For example, watching the night view caused intermittent conversations between the two, and sometimes they were not even connected at all; and just now, Daimaru seemed to be painting with great interest, while Temari just watched quietly.

Even if there is no communication, they don't feel awkward when they get along. This is a quite special talent.

"As long as it's not a sarcasm in a different way, I'll be fine!"

Daimaru didn't ask further questions, laughed, and continued to work hard for his "manga" career.

After a few minutes, the brown-haired boy finally stopped when he barely filled a wall-sized window with a small story about Daimaru and Temari.

"Done! What do you think?"

"It's just so-so. The painting is rough and the story is childish. I guess there's no market for it..."

"How can it be that bad?"

Daimaru couldn't help but retorted,

"In the past, I didn't have money to buy training equipment and puppet materials. I also thought about making money by selling comic books. I sent them to the publishing house several times. They rated me well and advised me to keep up my hard work. I am only one step away from debuting..."

"This is the standard way of saying polite rejection..."

"is that so?"

"If your work really has potential, the review editor will point out your shortcomings in detail and suggest revising it before submitting it again. This general rejection routine is just to save some face for creators who have no talent... "

Temari mercilessly broke the illusion in Daimaru's heart.

"All right!"

Daimaru suddenly had a grimace on his face. In the past, he had dealt with all kinds of blows calmly. Unexpectedly, after the illusion of the non-existent "art cell" was exposed, Daimaru felt a little embarrassed.

"My majestic uncle, Red Sand Dust, was actually deceived by such crude words. I am really shameless in front of others!"

Looking at Daimaru's heartbroken face, Temari couldn't help but cover her mouth and snicker.

"I also understood it after hearing similar experiences from Qian..."

Immediately afterwards, Temari briefly explained how Qian was discovered by a talent scout when she was a child because of her tall figure. She practiced acting and dancing for a period of time, but later failed to pass the trainee selection.

"Those people politely refused through specious words, and it seemed that there was still a glimmer of hope. Let them continue to toss, maybe there will be surprises in the future! Who are the opponents of professional social people and children?"

"I've never heard her talk about it..."

Daimaru suddenly realized,

"No wonder her illusion technique has a strange rhythmic beauty. It turns out that she is professional..."

"I am also lucky to be friends with Qian..."

Temari nodded in response,

"When I was a child, I was shunned by boys and ostracized by girls. Unless others came to me, I would not talk to others unless something happened. The kind of person who would stay silent while talking, be embarrassed to the point of being helpless, and find lame excuses to hide. The feeling of driving is really terrible! There is only one person..."

He glanced at Daimaru, who seemed to be listening carefully,

"A guy who can throw toads and chameleons at girls as if nothing is wrong doesn't understand the atmosphere at all..."

"hey-hey……"

Daimaru said with a silly smile,

"Why bring up the past? As long as you don't care about embarrassing things, others will be embarrassed..."

"Not everyone is like you..."

Temari sighed,

"Fortunately, later on I also had friends who I could talk to all night long, who could keep looking for topics, and who could still keep up with thousands of people. I'm very grateful..."

"Then...I don't have that ability!"

"You are different!"

Temari waved lightly, making a mess of Daimaru's work.

"It's the best way to communicate if you don't have anything to say. That mouth is really too poisonous..."

I didn’t have a good rest, so I’m a little tired, so I’ll just update it once, sorry.