I Created Cthulhu In Naruto

On a night of heavy rain, the full moon was covered by thick dark clouds in the sky, and lightning and thunder flickered from time to time to light up the dark earth.

On a semi-basement window, raindrops kept pattering and crackling.

It's a pity that the dust on the window has been covered for a long time, and the simple rainwater falling can't make this narrow glass window completely bright, so that you can see the situation inside clearly.

And inside this basement, a passionate person is swaying the paintbrush in his hand wantonly. The paints are twisted and rotated together in a strange way on the coloring plate, combining known colors to form some unusual paints. purpose of doing so.

"That's right!"

"That's it!"

"Perfect!"

Fanatical voices erupted in the narrow underground space, and the sound of admiration made one wonder if the owner of the voice was boasting to someone about the products he was selling.

But in fact, in the bright sky of the semi-basement, there was only the exaggerated figure of this fanatic nodding and bowing.

Even though it was just a side view, one could still see the scarlet light shining on his eyes, and his face was not so clear and variable from this angle.

His throat would grunt when he was not speaking, as if some saliva was sticking to his throat, and the nail of his right thumb, which was pinching the paintbrush, was almost bloodless.

Finally, the inferior paintbrush was cut off by him with one hand.

Click...

bah, bah...

The paintbrush fell to the ground in two pieces, but he didn't care about the paintbrush he was holding so hard just now.

"quick!"

"It's the last step!"

"The last step of a great work!"

"bring it on!"

"I'm... a model!"

After a while, the light in the basement was completely extinguished after a bright flicker, and the basement in the rainy night returned to silence for a long time.

 …

"Sai,

I'm not a coward, let alone a neurotic, and I swear that stuff is absolutely true! "

"Okay, maybe I'm a little neurotic, maybe a little more serious than when you first met me, but creative people like us will become neurotic because of our excessive pursuit of art..."

"Isn't it the same for you, Sai? Don't you also have almost no contact with outsiders except me?"

"Sit down and communicate with me face to face like this. As far as I know, you don't have such a partner in the village, right?"

"But I don't need your cliché psychoanalysis, I know why! I also know what I saw!"

"No! You don't want to know, those things can't be described with the word 'weird'!"

"By the way! It's even weirder than your inappropriate fake smile! Outrageous!"

"That thing is fucking outrageous!"

"What? You insist on knowing?"

"Well, I can only tell you some simple information. As for what I saw, sorry for my stupidity, I can't describe what it is."

"Maybe it's a...ghost from hell?"

"..."

In a dimly lit tavern, two figures were sitting on a dilapidated small round table in the bar and discussing matters.

Such an unrefined tavern is specially prepared for poor people who are frustrated in life.

And now it was daytime, even if they were frustrated in life, there were not many people who came to get drunk. There were only two figures sitting at a few round tables in the dilapidated tavern, and one of them happened to meet such characteristics.

This person was wearing a dusty, shabby brown coat. Hidden in the coat, his upper body was half lying on the wine table, looking like a drunk.

But this person would occasionally prop up the wine bottle and suddenly sit upright, not knowing whether he was drunk or awake, and yelled loudly at the person opposite.

And the person sitting opposite is a little outrageous.

Both his clothes and his face were very neat and tidy, which was out of tune with the atmosphere of the entire tavern.

The upper body is black and capable with a midriff-baring dress revealing the enchanting vest line at the waist. Such a vest line full of self-discipline, which even a woman would be jealous of at a glance, is hard to associate with a drunken man who is frustrated in life.

On his lower body are tight cropped trousers that show his figure, and he also wears a ninja tool bag on the outside of his thigh, which echoes the short knife on his back.

Judging from the Konoha forehead guard above his head, the identity of this person is obvious.

"Sai, although I know that you are not very good at facial expression management, but you don't have to put on that kind of smirk at this time, right?"

"Really? If my smile hurt you, then I apologize."

"Oh, it doesn't have to be so formal."

The person named Sai stood up and bowed solemnly to the people across the table, and then explained after sitting down: "It was my senior who told me that if I always put a smile on my face, people around me would be judged by me." Your smile is contagious, and then get closer to me."

"Uh... Maybe your senior is right, but it also depends on the timing and the occasion."

"Timing? Occasion?"

"Yeah, like when I'm seriously bothered by that stuff right now."

After that, the two had the conversation they had just started.

It's just that Sai's words are omitted here, because Sai's way of communicating with people is always inaccurate, and the fact that he speaks without empathy makes people feel uncomfortable.

However, this cannot be entirely blamed on Sai. He was educated by Shimura Danzo since he was a child, and deeply implanted the idea that root ninjas have no emotions in his heart. Saii has long since ceased to communicate normally with others.

But since Shimura Danzo's death, the roots that have lived under the soil and in the darkness for a long time have also shone with some sunlight.

Soon after the Sixth Hokage Tsunade came to power, he announced that the roots and Anbe would be unified and planned to be managed under Hokage's command, and Sai also used this to get in touch with more people.

But soon, in several joint missions, Sai's teammates gave very bad comments. Those who teamed up with Sai said that it was difficult to communicate with Sai, and that he was a completely emotionless weirdo.

So Tsunade assigned Yamato, who is also a member of the root, but can also get quite popular in Anbe, to guide Saii in the way of life.

After Yamato learned about Sai's childhood, he decided to let Sai not limit himself to making friends with the ninjas around him, but to go outside and make some ordinary friends outside, which could help him forget the concept of "to be a ninja, one must have no feelings". .

As for what kind of ordinary friends to make, Yamato’s suggestion is to start with interests and find reliable friends with similar interests.

During several outdoor sketches, Sai met the wandering painter named Ike opposite.

Ike is a wandering painter. As the name suggests, he is not from Muye Village, but he often comes to Muye Village to sketch. According to him, the screen wall in Muye Village can always provide him with some inspiration.

So they came and went, and the two got acquainted, and even the picture album that Sai hand-painted and kept on his body, the picture album depicting the story of his brother's letter, was shown to Ike.

Ike appreciates Sai's black-and-white painting style that symbolizes inner gloom, so every time he comes to Konoha Village to sketch, he will ask Sai to tell some of his travel experiences and share his latest paintings.

But this time, Ike confides to Sai with a huge worry.

And this trouble comes from Pittman, another painter that Ike met during his travels or wanderings.