Red sand dust

"like before? 』

Some things once passed can never come back.

Daimaru wanted to pretend to smile casually, or say a few witty words, to ease the somewhat awkward atmosphere, but finally gave up the idea, just took a deep breath, and then remained silent.

Daimaru was just too lazy to use his brain to understand those delicate emotions, but that didn't mean he didn't understand them. The style of the protagonist, who is so dull that he has nothing but Asasi, is incompatible with Daimaru.

You can play dumb, evade or even reject ruthlessly, but frivolously mocking someone, even if it is unintentional, is too arrogant.

"Do you also think onee-sama is stupid?"

Shanai asked with a slightly disgusted tone,

"Obviously he is a gentle person, but he can't let people feel his kindness! If he wants to do something, he always resorts to stupid methods that don't cause trouble to others..."

Nowadays, Daimaru's most profitable business in Sunagakure Village is the Puppet Workshop. Miss Saya is the second shareholder after Daimaru. It would have been fine if she hadn't brought Sen, Yami and Kankuro in to avoid suspicion. Mom and pop shop, I really can’t explain it.

As the largest investor and venue provider, if you want to take a chance and have ideas but no place to implement them, you can only obey orders. How can other people participate in the shares?

Even now, whenever Ms. Saya wants to withdraw her capital, Daimaru has to find money to buy back the shares.

"You're stupid, you won't be..."

Daimaru sighed lightly,

"After all, it's the style of a young lady. I mentioned it before when we were chatting, but I didn't expect that she was really interested..."

Before Daimaru and Miss Saya became neighbors, the two were actually not familiar with each other. After all, the class gap was too far.

As Daimaru's strength increased and his status became higher and higher, he gradually realized that their family's influence had exceeded Sunagakure Village and could influence the great nobles of the Wind Country to a certain extent.

Ordinary villagers don't even look up to such big figures, they don't even know they exist. If they don't want to, they will never show their identity in public for the rest of their lives.

Because of the different education she received since she was a child and the world she was exposed to, there is a big difference between Miss Saya's values ​​and those of ordinary people. This is also why ordinary people think that children from rich families show off their wealth or bully others, but in fact they are all unintentional mistakes.

The collision of different classes is very shocking. For example, when Miss Saya lent Daimaru a sum of money, in her opinion, it may be just a small thing, a simple effort, but for Daimaru, it affects the development of his life, and even It is directly related to whether he can gain enough reputation and benefits in the United Chunin Examination and escape from the pursuit of Konoha ninjas.

The value judgments of things are very different, and it is easy to have serious misunderstandings in daily interactions. The gap between the rich and the poor is too large, and it is really difficult to make friends, especially someone like Miss Saya, if she is not associating with Daimaru , I know a lot of details that I didn't pay attention to before, and I guess every move I make can make people angry to death, let alone interacting with other people.

How many people would be friends with someone who, while eating at a roadside food stall, would always talk about sports cars, unnamed luxuries, and last weekend’s trip to the far north to see the aurora?

Saya is a very careful and smart person, and she is also a proud eldest lady. She is not as understanding of people's hearts as Kurama Yakumo, and is not as bold and brave as Temari. She does not have deep thought and great wisdom, but treats the world gently in her own way.

The difference in personal experience made Miss Saya very different from the evil ninja in her memory who was so withdrawn and weird that he took pleasure in playing with people's hearts. So much so that Daimaru's mother felt that Daimaru's neighbor, except for his weird attire, was nothing more than a weird ninja. Like an ordinary girl, her impression is quite good.

"If it weren't for you, my sister would have a lot less troubles. As long as I am a considerate sister, it would be enough..."

Shanai said angrily,

"Except for practicing ninjutsu under the supervision of my tutor when I was a child, I have never seen my sister be so focused on doing something!"

"Yeah! It's very powerful, even I was shocked!"

Daimaru responded perfunctorily,

"And it's very far-sighted. Didn't I take some time out of my busy schedule to discuss cooperation?"

"Be careful later and don't make my sister angry!"

"No, don't worry!"

Daimaru replied seriously.

Even if he cannot respond to the other party's expectations, Daimaru still cherishes every emotion very carefully. The burning girl's heart cannot be tainted by humiliation.

…

A few minutes later, after carefully studying the so-called "psychic puppet" and the barrier that increases the concentration of local natural energy, Daimaru, led by Shana, met Miss Saya, who had been alienated a lot recently.

Because he spent more time underground, his originally toned skin became much fairer. Instead of looking sickly pale, it had a crystal clear feel and was filled with youthful vitality.

It seems that it is a good thing for young girls to have things they want to do and goals to achieve.

Miss Saya, who was concentrating on instructing her subordinates to draw formation patterns, seemed to be very busy and never noticed the approach of Shanai and Daimaru. It was not until her own sister took the initiative to say hello that she discovered Daimaru, whom she had not seen for a long time.

"coming?"

"Hmm! It seems very busy?"

"Wait a moment, it'll be ready soon!"

The ordinary conversation contained no joy at meeting again after a long absence, but Daimaru still heard a hint of relief from the other party's tone.

Standing quietly aside, looking at the bad-tempered rich girl who was a delicate puppet master more than a year ago, Miss Saya now behaves like a queen and exudes the aura of a queen. There is really something as elusive as Terumi Mei. Transparent majesty.

"Do all those who are born as eldest ladies have the template of a king and the halo of dominance? Temari is even worse, and Kurama Yakumo is a wicked rich daughter who pretends to be yandere..."

Daimaru lowered his voice and asked Shanai beside him.

"I don't know what you are talking about. Leadership and the art of commanding subordinates are basic courses learned since childhood, right?"

"How come no one has ever taught me these things and assigned a large number of retainers to me to encourage them?"

Daimaru muttered somewhat sourly.

What's wrong with losing at the starting line? It's just to put some money on his face. If Daimaru didn't have the experience of a time traveler, he wouldn't be qualified to compete with Miss Saya and others. Of course, the Ninja School is a feat that gives civilians the opportunity to make progress. , is also very important.

Putting aside his feelings of envy and jealousy, Daimaru distractedly looked at the barrier formations arranged under the command of Miss Saya.

Different from the lower level that gathers natural energy to maintain the operation of the barrier and psychic formations, the composite barrier that is taking shape seems to be biased towards Yin Escape.