As time goes by, the weather gradually becomes colder.
"Lord Madara, what's the temperature like?"
"Idiot! Boring! I told you not to buy such messy things!" Madara snorted coldly and looked at Swirl Face on the side, "It's just cold, what does it mean to me?"
As he spoke, his eyes became cloudy again, as if he was recalling something.
"During the Warring States Period, in order to become stronger, I never gave up on practicing even in the ice and snow. And that idiot Hashirama..."
"Hehehe~"
And looking at Lord Madara and Spiral White Zetsu who were lost in memories again, they didn't pay attention and still listened quietly with a smile.
When we get old... we just like to reminisce~
As Lord Madara's personal caregiver, he also knows.
Since Lord Madara no longer fell into a deep sleep, he would fall into memories from time to time.
Especially during this time... I seem to be writing something, and I fall into memories more often!
Talk about it.
Lord Madara What is it writing about?
Every time I write something, I am very serious, and I don't even ask them!
"People know it~!"
Spiral White Zetsu patted the [Grass Brand] heater with satisfaction.
This thing appeared a few years ago. Because he saw Lord Madara writing very late every time, and the weather was getting colder and colder recently, so he gritted his teeth and bought this one with the money he had saved for a long time.
Don't say it.
Very useful.
And just Chakra will do.
Feeling the cave gradually getting warmer, Spiral White Zetsu nodded with satisfaction.
At this time.
Seemingly coming back from his memories, Madara looked at the pile of paper on the table and said calmly, "I heard it's a holiday soon?"
"Yes! It's holiday soon!" Spiral White Zetsu nodded and said with a smile, "Little Obito will also take the exam by then." He seemed to have remembered something, "I listened to Lord Madara some time ago and asked little Obito to study hard. I don't know how little Obito will do in the exam this time?"
Speaking of which, it seems like I haven't seen little Obito for a long time!
He raised his fist and said, "If he fails the exam, he will definitely be blamed for Lord Madara!"
"Hmph! A stupid guy is not qualified to inherit my will!"
"Well! You idiot is not Lord Madara! It's almost time." Spiral White Zetsu estimated the time and said, "I have to go to work too!"
"Idiot! Idiot! I told you not to do such boring things! Tools should do their job!"
"Okay! I understand~, see you later, Lord Madara!"
Spiral White Zetsu smiled and said hello to Madara, then disappeared.
He was used to the scene in front of him, Lord Madara would say this every time he went out.
No big deal!
After he left, Madara also shook his head, snorted coldly, said nothing more, and continued to lower his head and write something.
only.
Just now, I seemed to have secretly glanced at the sign at my feet from the corner of my eye.
other side.
Spiral White Zetsu also started working and looked at the quiet street in front of him.
Because the weather is a little cold, if nothing happens, people rarely come out during this period.
"Okay! Let's work hard to save money today! Let's have a good New Year then!"
The words fell.
He raised his right hand and was about to work.
Suddenly he noticed something and looked to the side in confusion.
[Grand New Year's Eve!
Cao and Yu join forces, so stay tuned!]
After just one glance, Spiral White Zetsu was stunned and murmured to himself, "Huh? Will the Chinese New Year be very lively this year?"
Said.
There was also an expectant smile on his face.
Then.
Start working seriously again!
at the same time.
In a factory somewhere in Land of Rain.
A young man wearing green Red-Haired saw that after get off work, he casually put his things aside, then folded his hands in his pockets and walked outside.
scorpion!
This is his name!
That's right.
He is Sasori of the Red Sand who assassinated Third Kazekage and quietly defected here from Sunagakure.
Thinking of this, Scorpio's face was filled with complexity.
Because too many things have happened, and now... he is tightening screws in the factory.
Of course no one has discovered his identity yet.
Originally, he was ready to defect after seeing that the changes in Land of Rain were different from what he thought.
However.
Not long after.
Land of Rain immediately locked down the country.
There are many ninjas all around the border, and Half-God of the Ninja World is also sitting in Land of Rain.
It's not easy to leave!
Although there are only a lot of ninjas, it is nothing to him, and he is not afraid of Half-God of the Ninja World, but if possible, he still does not want to conflict with Half-God of the Ninja World and Grass Ninja Leader now.
After all, his Crimson Secret Technique has not been completed yet. If there is a conflict, there will be heavy losses!
Therefore, after thinking about it... I will stay here temporarily, waiting for the opportunity, and then find a way to leave here!
Land of Rain.
There was no more chaos than he wanted!
Of course, apart from this, although I don't want to admit it, Land of Rain is... quite good!
At least he had blended into this group of ordinary people and not been discovered yet.
And the work here is also simple, just tighten the screws. Not only is food and accommodation included, but you also get money!
Xie sighed expressionlessly and murmured to himself, "Forget it! Just treat it as accepting the commission!"
However.
The words just fell.
"Xiao, the factory director asked you to go to his office!"
When he heard someone calling him, Xie also stopped, then turned his head and looked at the ordinary person who just called him.
only.
What do you want him to do in the office now?
It's time to get off work!
He just wants to eat now, not work!
But in the end...
After thinking about it, I still think it's worth a trip.
If you are too independent, it will be bad if you are exposed!
At least... I have to wait until I get my salary before I expose it!
That was his mission reward.
Of course, if he was asked to work overtime, he would directly refuse.
You can do this kind of boring thing for a while, but you still want him Sasori of the Red Sand to work overtime?
It's just a dream!
Not a moment.
Xie then came to the factory director's office, knocked on the door, and walked in.
Suddenly.
The factory director looked at him enthusiastically and said, "You're here? Scorpion!"
"What's the matter?" Xie said expressionlessly, "If there's nothing else, I'm going to eat!"
"Hahaha, sorry! Sorry! I disturbed you while you were eating!"
The factory director looked at Xie in front of him and sighed inwardly, but he didn't care about Xie's words.
Although this young man has a bad temper, his work ability is still good.
And every day's work will be completed on time and beyond the limit.
Especially the two-hand operation... He was absolutely shocked when he saw it!
I can actually work smoothly with both hands without having to look at it!
What a talent!
Therefore, he has decided to send him to Literacy Class in a while. In the future... he may become a more useful talent!
"Don't worry! It's a good thing to call you here! A great thing!"
The words fell.
Xie Xie frowned and looked at the factory director, "Good thing? Do you want a salary increase?"
"Hahaha, I don't want a salary increase! I didn't expect that a kid like you would care about this!" The factory director laughed awkwardly, and then said with a serious face, "Actually, a task has been issued by the superiors. Isn't it almost the New Year? This time, the two countries, Cao and Yu, will celebrate the New Year together! It will be very lively then!"
"So?"
"The boss hopes that we can come up with a show! We will perform on stage on behalf of our Factory Three. You are a young man! You have good abilities and you have ideas. Last time, your roommate said that you were good at puppetry and secretly saw you making dolls at night." The factory director looked at Xie expectantly, "So, the factory hopes that you will help Factory Three put on a show..."
The words are not finished yet.
"???"
Xie suddenly looked at the factory director in front of him in silence.
What... what the hell?