Three years later.
"Teacher, do you think my monkey mask is cute?"
Masahiko looked at Yizi with a dazed expression, making the monkey mask on his face.
It may be that the clan has been too stable in recent years, and there are more and more children in the clan. I don’t know how, masks are liked by more and more children. Just today, the clan held its first mask festival.
"Teacher..." Yizi exclaimed dissatisfiedly when Masahiko was distracted.
"Oh, good-looking, good-looking... Where are the two of them?" Masahiko returned to his senses and asked about the whereabouts of the other two students.
"Jing Hitomi is still cultivating, so he won't come." Yizi pouted, "Sister Nanako is also choosing a mask..."
Masahiko nodded, expressing understanding.
In the past three years, Jing Hitomi was the student who satisfied him the most. It may be that the self-restricted training method is really useful, and it may be that his physical talent is really high. Only 11-year-old Jing Hitomi has reached the level of forbearance in physical skills. Sometimes Masahiko and him practice against each other. If you are serious, you may be a little ugly.
As a result, Masahiko sometimes wants to practice with self-limitation, but in the end he gave up. Because he feels that Jing Hitomi is moving in the direction of Kai and Xiao Li...
As for Yizi, when she was 9 years old, she felt no different from three years ago. Occasionally acting like a baby, Masahiko feels that he has a daughter. The ninjutsu learning talent is terrifying, not only the speed of Jieyin catching up with Masahiko, but also Feng Dun and Huo Dun that she taught her below b-level have all learned, Masahiko plans to teach her Helix Pill series after a while. As long as she grows up a bit and the Chakra volume is larger, she will become a true ninjutsu fort.
The last student...
"Teacher, I'm here, let's see if my mask is handsome!" As soon as Masahiko thought of this, Nanako's shout came over.
Masahiko looked up helplessly, Nanako has revealed his nature after being completely acquainted with Masahiko and the three in the past few years. He usually has a polite and virtuous appearance of Xiaojiabiyu, and occasionally reveals a carefree, or acrimonious side of his personality. Masahiko suspects that she has the same personality as Sakura.
Look at the mask she chooses to know which girl will choose a mask of death.
Wait... The mask of the god of death
Masahiko's face changed, he looked at Nanako's mask carefully, and said, "Nanako, the mask is good. Show me."
"Teacher, you didn't even look at my mask..." Yizi on the side said dissatisfiedly.
Masahiko ignored the mask that Nanako handed over, and after carefully examining it, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is it just similar in shape?" Masahiko murmured, and there was no death in the mask. "But why is it Nanako?"
Masahiko still cares a little, because Nanako's learning of sealing technique has progressed very fast in the past three years. It would not be surprising if she could develop the ghoul Fengjin Masahiko one day in the future.
"Let's pay attention to it..." Masahiko returned the mask to Nanako, and turned to look at the pouting Yoriko who can hang an oil bottle.
"Yizi, show me the monkey mask."
Taking the monkey mask that Yizi handed over, Masahiko looked at it and brought him to his face.
"Teacher, you are like a monkey!" Yizi said happily.
Masahiko's face turned black, and he passed the mask back.
"I, I was probably sent by a monkey to tease..."
Regardless of whether the two students understood this slogan, Masahiko continued to speak, "Let's go, let's go to the mask festival together."
I took two students to the clan bazaar. Today, all the products on weekdays were replaced with masks.
Animal masks, character masks, and death masks...
Masahiko has no interest in animal masks, which are suitable for children. Character mask...
"Damn it, why is there a mask designed after me? It's still funny."
Masahiko's eyes widened, and he looked at the stall owner, his face darkened.
"Isn't this the former second elder of the whirlpool clan? Didn't you say that you went home for retirement? How did you sell the mask?" The stall owner is not someone else, it is the former second elder of the whirlpool clan.
"Masahiko," Masayoshi Masayoshi glanced at Masahiko with a smile, "I haven't had anything to do in the past few years, so I made a few masks. My grandson doesn't like it, so I can only sell them."
"How old is your grandson? You don't really like masks, kids like them all..." Masahiko said in confusion.
"My grandson is 11 years old... But all day long I only know how to practice." Uzumaki Zhenghong paused and said with a smile.
Masahiko's face darkened, "Your grandson, it wouldn't be Jingtong." Seeing Masayoshi Masayoshi nodded, "You really dare to let me teach your grandson. We used to have some grievances..."
"Almost 50 years have passed. I don't care about the grievances of the past. I believe you too. And after the battle of Huiye, I believe that you are the most suitable person to be Teacher Jingtong." Mason Zhenghong said.
"I have put down my past grievances a long time ago," Masahiko said, "but we have new grievances. You violated my right to portrait."
"What right?"
"Portrait right!" Masahiko pointed to the mask, and said no more, turning around to take the two students away.
"Teacher, wait a minute!" Nanako interrupted.
Ten minutes later, Masahiko looked helplessly watching Nanako put on the Masahiko Mask.
"Oh, the legal consciousness of these people is too weak. After Konoha is established between the pillars, he has to remind him to strengthen the legal consciousness of the villagers!" Masahiko shook his head, muttering words that no one understood.
"Teacher, the front is where I bought the mask!" Nanako interrupted Masahiko's thoughts. Masahiko looked up, and all kinds of death masks came into view.
When he walked to the stall, the stall owner said enthusiastically, "Welcome Masahiko-sama! Is there anything you need?" Seeing Nanako behind Masahiko, he was taken aback, "Does this little girl want other types of Reaper masks?" Your vision is so good, you bought the only mask of death that is not too heavy..."
Nanako heard the praise and wanted to step forward excitedly, but was stopped by Masahiko.
"The only one? No duplicate? Why is there only one mask of this kind?" Masahiko asked suspiciously.
"Uh, I didn't actually make that mask." The stall owner said whisperedly, "I made the other masks by myself, and only the one I found out from the house debris. This mask still looks new. I took it out and sold it by the way. Maybe it was passed down by my ancestors, so I would lose a lot..."
"Speaking of my ancestors, I used to be a big man in the country of fire..."
"Okay, I see." Masahiko interrupted the stall owner's endless talk, and said, "Yoko, Nanako, let's go back."
"Maybe, this mask is really left by a big man..."