The location of the Kurama Clan is located in a relatively remote corner of Konoha, far away from the hustle and bustle of the main street.
Compared with the publicity of Uchiha and the strictness of Hyuga, this place seems particularly... lonely.
The old house, the mottled walls, and even the moss on the stone lion in front of the door all seemed to silently tell the story of the end of the glory of this ancient Genjutsu family.
Under the guidance of the attendant, the three of them walked through the silent courtyard and finally stopped in front of an independent two-story building.
"Miss Yakumo is inside..." the servant said respectfully to Kurenai Yuhi, then bowed and left, with a trace of sympathy and helplessness in his eyes.
Kurenai Yuhi nodded and looked at Senju Chen and Anko with a hint of apology on his face. "Yakumo is more introverted. If there is anything later..."
"Okay, okay, Hong, we are not some scourge." Anko patted Kurenai Yuhi on the shoulder carelessly, with the sweet taste of matcha balls still lingering in his mouth, "Isn't it just to meet a little sister? I am best at dealing with children!"
Senju Chen just smiled and shook his head, indicating that it didn't matter.
His attention, from the moment he stepped into this courtyard, he felt something vaguely strange.
That was not the fluctuation of Chakra, but a deeper... spiritual reverberation that filled the air.
It's very weak, but of extremely high quality, just like the afternote left by top perfume, that is, Senju Chen's mental power is also beyond ordinary people, and ordinary ninjas cannot detect this abnormality at all.
Kurenai Yuhi gently pushed open the wooden door.
"Squeak--"
As the door opened, a strong smell of oil paint and paper hit my face.
The scene in the room made Anko say "Wow" subconsciously.
This is simply an ocean of paintings.
There are piles of paintings everywhere on the walls, on the floor, and on the shelves. Some have been completed and mounted in exquisite frames; some are just drafts, scattered messily on the floor.
The contents of the paintings are all kinds of strange.
There are bustling Konoha under the sun, and there are birds playing in the forest, with bright colors and full of vitality.
But most of them are paintings with dark tones and distorted compositions. Burning houses, wailing figures, a huge one-eyed eye in the sky, and various indescribable monsters that seem to come from the abyss...
These paintings seem to condense light and darkness, heaven and hell into this small room at the same time.
In the center of this chaotic color, a thin back figure was sitting in front of an easel.
It was a girl who looked much petite than her peers. She had long, silky black hair hanging behind her back and was wearing a clean blue dress. Her hand holding the paintbrush was so slender that it seemed like it would break if she broke it.
She seemed to be completely immersed in her own world, unaware of the arrival of the three people.
Kurenai Yuhi and Anko's eyes fell on the girl, with love and curiosity in their eyes.
However, Senju Chen's pupils suddenly shrank the moment he stepped into the room!
"Boom!!!"
An invisible spiritual storm hit him head-on the moment he stepped into the door!
It felt like an ordinary person plunging into the 10,000-meter-deep Mariana Trench. The terrifying pressure coming from all directions was enough to crush steel into powder!
Senju Chen groaned and paused almost imperceptibly.
His eyes were fixed on the painting in front of the girl.
The painting shows a sky covered with thunderclouds, with purple lightning rolling like a ferocious dragon in the clouds. In the center of the thundercloud, a huge Uzumaki is slowly taking shape, as if it is about to swallow the entire world.
This is the painting!
In Senju Chen's perception, this is not a painting at all! This is a spiritual black hole that is taking shape! An incredibly powerful suction force comes from the painting, pulling at his soul crazily, trying to completely drag his consciousness into the thunderstorm!
How is that possible?!
Senju Chen felt huge waves in his heart.
Although the "Spirit Transformation Technique" he cultivated has not yet reached its peak, his mental power has already been tempered many times and has become as condensed as steel and indestructible! Even the secret technique of the Yamanaka Clan cannot shake his mind so easily!
But now, just by looking at a painting, his soul was almost ripped out!
He immediately concentrated his mind, and his powerful mental power instantly built a solid line of defense within his body, and he could barely resist the terrifying suction force.
Cold sweat slipped quietly from his forehead.
He turned his head suddenly and looked at Kurenai Yuhi and Anko beside him.
The two of them were looking at the furnishings of the room curiously.
Kurenai Yuhi pointed at a landscape painting and whispered something to Anko.
Anko stared at a painting of a mountain of three-color meatballs, and there seemed to be suspicious liquid at the corner of his mouth.
They... didn't even feel anything!
Senju Chen's heart skipped a beat.
He understood instantly.
This power is not an indiscriminate attack. It is like a giant sonar in the deep sea, only reacting to the same frequency and equally powerful mental power!
The mental power of Kurenai Yuhi and Anko is considered outstanding among ordinary people, but in front of this power, they are just two pebbles on the beach and cannot attract the attention of the tsunami at all.
And he, like a nuclear-powered submarine that broke into this sea area, was instantly locked by that terrifying sonar!
Senju Chen's eyes returned to that thin back again, and his eyes completely changed.
Shock, disbelief, and... ecstasy!
Found a treasure!
Where the hell is Genjutsu genius? This is clearly a walking, uncontrolled, humanoid self-propelled natural disaster!
This spiritual power can no longer be described as "strong", it has undergone some unknown "qualitative change"!
If this were placed in a previous life novel, it would definitely be the template for a protagonist with a "spiritual soul" and "mental power far beyond ordinary people"!
"Yakumo."
Kurenai Yuhi's gentle call interrupted the storm in Senju Chen's heart.
The girl in front of the easel trembled slightly and slowly turned her head.
It was a small face that was so pale that it was almost transparent, with delicate features like a porcelain doll, and a pair of big obsidian eyes. When they saw Kurenai Yuhi, they lit up instantly, like stars lighting up in the dark night.
"Red...Teacher Kurenai!"
Her voice was light and soft, with a hint of weakness of someone who has been ill for a long time, but the joy that came from her heart could not be concealed at all.
She struggled to stand up, but because she sat for too long, she stumbled and almost fell.
Kurenai Yuhi hurriedly stepped forward to support her and scolded her distressedly, "You kid, why did you draw for so long? I told you to take a rest."
"I... I'm fine." Kurama Yakumo lowered his head and twisted his clothes in embarrassment.