Snatched the doll from Daimaru, Saya covered her face and left without looking back.

"The rich lady is really troublesome..."

Damaru closed the door and locked it. He looked at his rude look, and it seemed that something was wrong.

"Fortunately Temari is not such an unpredictable personality... Well? He shouldn't be considered a lady now..."

Thoughtfully Damaru approached the bathroom.

My mother has passed away for many years, and her father, as Feng Ying, has also died. The remaining three siblings have a really embarrassing position.

The Sand Village, where the gambling life failed, suffered heavy losses. At this time, someone must take responsibility.

The Ueninian Mask is the front-line commander. After the full surrender of Sakai Village, he was detained in Konoha Village and has not returned yet.

Maki is the planner of the "Koba Collapse Plan" and represents Fengying's position.

Unfortunately, although the two of them have great strength and great contributions, their status is slightly inferior. They cannot bear the blame for such a bad thing.

Only the dead Luosha is the right person to bear the responsibility, who is called Fengying?

Temari and Kankuro, their days will probably not be very easy in the near future.

Not to mention Gaara, I have never stopped saying that I changed the container of a Morikazu. In this case, Maki couldn't protect him, and it was only useful if Chiyo said it.

In Daimaru's opinion, it was nothing to let Rasa take responsibility in order to calm the anger of Konoha Village; it was just that some colleagues in Sakai Village also arranged the shadows of the village in this way, which really made people feel a little cold.

"The wind shadow has insufficient prestige, there are many mountains and internal struggles, which is really a good show!"

Dawan wiped off the mist from the glass, and Dawan in the mirror made his cheeks significantly thinner than he had been over a month ago.

The burly and slightly sturdy figure in the past has now become a little thinner.

"Good guy, he's a little more handsome!"

Satisfied, Damaru walked out of the bathroom comfortably, changed into the windbreaker commonly seen in the Wind Country, thought about it, then put on the sun-shaded baseball cap, cleaned up a little before slowly embarking on the way home.

August in the desert is completely different from midsummer in the Kingdom of Fire.

The mouth and nose are so hot during the day that it is burning with its mouth and nose, and the cool wind and sand at night makes the skin crack. People who are not used to it really can't stand such a climate.

It is still a shabby two-story building, but there seem to be fewer customers than before.

Damaru, who stepped into the door, said loudly:

"I'm back!"

"Damamaru?"

Wu Ye, who was worried, heard a familiar voice and raised his head to see his son who had not seen for a long time.

"You're finally back!"

"Well, it's worrying you!"

"Are you injured?"

Wu Ye grabbed Damaru's arm and looked up and down, but he did not find any missing arms and legs.

"A little skin trauma will be cured long ago!"

Daimaru looked at the furnishings in the store and it was obviously much deserted.

“Business is not good?”

"Who is still interested in spending a lot of money to wash clothes now?"

Wu Ye sighed,

"In the past two days, there have always been news of death in battle, and everyone is panic..."

"Aren't I back from Ping An? I won't say this anymore, where is my grandfather?"

"I was still here to help..."

Wu Ye replied,

"Actually, I just want to wait for your news, stare at the door during the day; I wake up when there is any movement at night and ask if you are back..."

"Now, have you gone upstairs to rest?"

Wu Ye shook his head:

"I went out and wandered around. I said I was going to the Fengying House and the nearby hospitals and taverns... I was still running around when I was old, and I couldn't stop me!"

"I'll go and have a look!"

As he said that, Daimaru turned around and was about to go out.

"Will you eat at home later?"

"Um!"

"Then I'll prepare a few more dishes!"

Daimaru is often away, and the family is happily together and they don’t have much time to live together.

...

More than ten minutes later, Daimaru saw his grandfather sitting on a bench waiting outside the tavern, listening to the guests talking about the latest news.

There are rumors everywhere. The villagers of Sandun Village who are nervous can't tell the truth or the false, and the appearance of obituaries of the dead one by one adds a bit of tension.

Grandfather and Chen, who were looking around, turned around and suddenly saw Damaru slowly walking towards the shadow of the eaves.

"Come back?"

The old man with his mouth squirming, and he could only say a simple greeting.

"Well, my mother asked me to take you home for dinner!"

"Then...let's go!"

Holding Damaru's hand, He Chen staggered and moved his footsteps,

"You are much better than your dead-ghost father. You can come back safely after going to the battlefield!"

"I'm just a ninja. I'm just a Zhongnin exam. I can't use me on the battlefield!"

"You have been a naughty guy who doesn't listen to adults since you were a child. You have offended all the children nearby. I didn't expect you to become a ninja..."

Daimaru smiled, ignoring his grandfather's nagging.

In the Sand Village, being a ninja or not has much to do with whether one has a good personality. A weak guy cannot survive in the difficult country of wind.

"Sainin lost again! You are lucky this time, so you have to find a girlfriend quickly and get married and have children as soon as possible!"

"No hurry!"

"You boy, don't take it seriously! If I hadn't urged your father, you would have been gone..."

"I'm only sixteen!"

Damaru wiped the sweat from his forehead. This ghost weather is so hot!

"It's getting late at 16!"

Grandfather's hair and beard were slightly wide open, and he grabbed Damaru's arm.

"No hurry now, it's hard to say in the future! A little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old can't cheat her. In two years, when the little girl grows into a big girl, you will have even less hope!

If you have money but no money, if you have strength but no strength, who else can you find?"

"This... are you so disapproving of your grandson?"

The old man who was almost confused was so merciless when he despised his grandson.

"When you see your father's fate, you can probably imagine your future! The Sand Ninja looks like this..."

The sentence "I lost again" expresses a lot of bitterness!

After decades, the Sand Ninja, who has been working hard to reach today, has never won!

Every ten years the ninja world war will harvest the lives of a large number of Sand Ninjas, and countless orphans in war will be wandered around.

"You must take this matter to heart! If the daughter of the Fourth Generation Mu Family cannot do it, give up!"

Daimaru was silent.

The name of "Red Sands and Dust" has been heard in the ears of my grandfather who never left home and basically didn't care about the world!

“Don’t there any other familiar girls?

Your teammates are all female ninjas. When you spend time together day and night, there is no sign of seeing each other?
Chapter completed!