In order to prevent Asma from saying any more shocking words, Garashi quickly continued the previous topic, "However, only the eyes will not be covered by the mask!"
Asma nodded thoughtfully, then stared straight at Garashi, "Garashi, guess what I'm thinking now."
Garashi looked back calmly, which made Asma feel weak, "You didn't think of anything before, but now, you should be warning yourself not to think of anything."
Asuma's eyes widened. "That's amazing. Could this be mind-reading?"
Garashi shook his head gently, "It's not that magical, I'm just too familiar with your personality. If it's a stranger, even if I use the other person's eyes, expressions, and body movements, I can only analyze some details at most."
"That's still very amazing." Asma rubbed his hands and said flatteringly, "Garashi, can you teach me this?"
"Of course, after all, I was going to mention it in the Psychology Society."
"Huh? I thought your Psychology Society only needed to listen. "
"Since it's a Psychology Society, I have to understand everyone's true thoughts first."
Garashi smiled slightly, he did not mind letting psychology take root in this world.
On one hand, the characteristics of psychology itself were destined to be predestined, there were many people who were interested, but there were very few who were willing to go deeper. On the other hand, what he was going to talk about was mainly micro-expression analysis, and this was not only useless for people who could control their micro-expressions well, but it could also deliberately let others interpret the "true thoughts" that they wanted to convey.
…
After listening to Garashi's explanation, Asma felt that he was ready to graduate.
Psychological analysis was not something that could be done with eyes.
"Who should I practice with?" Asma muttered to himself, then his eyes lit up, and he swaggered in a certain direction.
"You little rascal, why are you here again?" Seeing Asuma standing in front of the booth with his head held high, the vendor who was selling wine before felt depressed.
Asma crossed his arms and decided to use the method that Garashi had taught him, "You're selling fake wine!"
The stall owner was shocked at first, then he said angrily, "You little brat, are you looking for a beating?"
"Huh? He didn't look elsewhere, which meant that he wasn't guilty. Oh no, I failed the first time. " Although Asma was depressed, he did not care about the other party's attitude. He was a second-generation actor. What was wrong with being arrogant and despotic?
Seeing that the other party was about to lose his temper, Garashi stepped forward. "Even though the wine isn't fake, it should have been mixed many times, right?"
The boss said confidently, "You kids don't understand. Wine is supposed to be blended."
"But the taste of the wine is so light, are you sure it's not? Even Raikage said it's … bad?"
The stall owner's expression froze. Asma, who was beside him, moved closer to Garashi and shouted, "Look to the side. He's really guilty."
Hearing him shouting like this, the stall owner became angry and said, "What do you know? Raikage-sama is … No, why should I explain it to a kid like you? "
Seeing that the other party was about to go berserk, Garashi calmly pointed to the side. "Now standing in front of you is the son of Naruto, the traitor, the top genius of the Ninja School, and the vice president of the Psychology Society!"
The stall owner's raised fist stopped in the air, and his face became very interesting. "Sorry to disturb you!"
Asuma accepted Shushi's greeting with a clear conscience. "Shushi, do you have any more?" he asked, still unsatisfied.
"Do you want me to say bounty units?" Garashi's eyes were strange, but he still shook his head.
"I think Soul Hunter is very good. I'm going to start hunting those who fall into darkness!" Asma felt good about himself and looked back and forth in the market, looking for the next target.
At this moment, Garashi suddenly stopped in front of a shop.
"Garashi, what are you doing there?" Asma tilted his head and suddenly his eyes lit up. "Garashi, wait, don't say it first, let me analyze it."
Garashi was very pleased with Asma's performance.
If he waited for Asma to pass this period, it would be really difficult for him.
"Well, Garashi, when you just stopped, your eyes were looking at the sign in front of this shop, and your eyebrows were frowning very secretly, indicating that you think there is something wrong with the sign in front of this shop."
With that, Asma also looked over.
"It turned out to be this shop. I noticed it when I passed by before. The owner wrote the price on the sign outside in advance, and the price is very high. It should be to prevent people like us who can't afford to go in and disturb them."
With that, Asma looked at Garashi. "So, is there a problem?"
Garashi pondered for a moment. "At first, I thought so too, but when I passed by for the second time, I found something not quite right."
"What's wrong?"
"This shop sells the specialties of the Country of Thunder. If the Wood Leaf Merchants bought it from the Country of Thunder, they should wait for these merchants to leave before selling it. So, this shop is very likely to be rented or bought by a merchant from the Country of Thunder."
Asma seemed to be enlightened and had a flash of inspiration. "The surrounding Yunin merchants directly set up stalls, only this shop is rented or bought. If he doesn't plan to return to Yunin, then the most important thing to do now is to buy goods and stock them. But not only did he not do that, but he also set the price very high, as if he is driving the customers out. This means that this business is very likely to be his' mask. '"
Garashi nodded. "Although I can't be sure, it's very likely."
"Humph, no matter whether he has a problem or not, let me go in and test it out …"
"Wait, the previous method may not work. If he really has a problem, his psychological quality is definitely not comparable to the previous one."
"Then what should we do?"
"Haha, of course, let them show their flaws! So, this time, we need Asma to act as yourself … "
After a moment of discussion, accompanied by an extremely arrogant voice, the two actors officially appeared.
"Boss, boss!"
"Here, here …" The boss ran out happily. When he saw the two little ones standing at the door, he was stunned, but quickly recovered. "Little ones, what are you doing here?"
"Well, this boss's' strength 'is indeed very strong!" Asma, who had already identified the other party as a bad guy, secretly evaluated the other party's acting skills.
"Of course we are here to buy things. Don't tell me we are here to watch you take a bath?"
"Ahem!"
The boss looked puzzled, but still said in a gentle tone, "Little one, my things here are very expensive, you should go somewhere else to play."
Asma didn't speak, just raised his head and looked at him with his nose.
At this time, Garashi stood up. "Now standing in front of you is the son of Naruto, the raider, the future successor of the Sarutobi clan, and a strong candidate for the second grade class leader of the ninja school!"
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