The Sand Village is very poor.
Especially in recent years, it has become even poorer.
Daimyo of the Land of Wind doesn't know what's wrong with his brain. He asked the Sand Village to disarm and carry out the elite plan. He only provided 150 million taels of financial assistance every year, and the Sand Village is almost unable to feed itself.
The commission fee for an S-level task ranges from 5 million to 8 million taels. Masahiko wanted to make a puppet toy, which cost him 10 million taels.
Faced with the temptation of money, Sandaime Kazekage put down all the work in his hands and chatted with Masahiko in a friendly voice. A person who can take out 10 million taels at will must have a net worth of at least dozens of times this …
Thinking of this, Sandaime Kazekage noticed that something was wrong. He has seen all the famous rich businessmen in the Land of Wind. Masahiko is obviously not one of them, but his dress is obviously that of a resident of the Land of Wind.
"What's your name?"
This question made Masahiko stunned. He really didn't give his identity a name.
"Call me … Hamura." After the Sage of the Six Paths, his younger brother can't escape the clutches of Masahiko.
"Hamura? Where are you from? "
Masahiko was startled. "Do I have to tell you where I come from, where I'm going, how many people in my family, and how many cows in the field?"
Sandaime Kazekage took a deep breath. What kind of mess is this …
After frowning and thinking for a while, Sandaime Kazekage decided not to think about it anymore. Anyway, the other side is obviously an ordinary person, and he can't make too much trouble. Isn't it good to give money to the Sand Village?
"10 million taels of commission, I will make an exception and make this task an S-level task. I will find the best puppet master in our village to make a toy for you."
Masahiko frowned. "10 million taels, it's not necessarily yours. If you do well, I will add more money, and if you don't do well, I will deduct the money. "
"Oh?" Sandaime Kazekage was surprised. He completely ignored the deduction of money, and only the word "more money" echoed in his mind.
With a wave of his hand, an Anbu appeared.
"Go and call Elder Chiyo over."
Masahiko's face was slightly dark. Chiyo was very familiar with him, and he didn't want to be recognized by her. Otherwise, it would become "Masahiko Fujita hiding his identity to buy toys for children."
"Elder Chiyo is one of the strongest puppet masters in our village, and is also very good in puppet design."
In fact, the best puppet stylist of the Sand Ninja Village has long been Sasori, but this task is still good for Chiyo. After all, the mission commission money is shared between the ninja and the village. Chiyo is more "selfless", so the village can get more money.
"I've long heard of the name of the elder of the sand village, please." Masahiko could only answer this time.
In less than ten minutes, Chiyo rushed over. She was studying with the elite puppeteers of the Sand Village on how to give life to the puppets, which the Kazekage also knew. At this time, she thought that Kazekage. Kazof, she was of.
"Puppet toy?" Chiyo looked surprised, and almost said, "Are you kidding me?"
"Well, this Hamura merchant is willing to pay 10 million taels or more to make a toy for his grandson. The task rating is S."
"I see." At this time, Chiyo also understood. She was very clear about the financial situation of the village. It was estimated that this time she met someone who didn't take the money seriously.
"A Hamura merchant, right? What kind of toy do you want to make? "Chiyo turned around.
This made Masahiko stunned. How should he describe this?
"Optimus Prime, you certainly don't understand, right? Autobots? Transformers? "
Chiyo shook her head blankly. Sandaime Kazekage also had the same expression.
"Hmm … that kind. Ka ka ka ka ka, the kind that can transform." Masahiko continued to make 'ka ka' sounds while shaking his body.
Chiyo's face was stiff. She turned to look at Sandaime Kazekage. Can this kind of person really come up with 10 million taels?
Sandaime Kazekage spread his hands, indicating that he was also desperate.
If it wasn't for the precedent of robbing a client, he would have done it long ago. Chatting with an inexplicable "tycoon" for a long time …
"Well, okay." Chiyo sighed. "I'll take this task."
Her prediction of the difficulty of the task has increased by several levels, and she has really regarded it as an S-level task.
Masahiko was not verbose. He was afraid that he would be exposed if he said too much, so he directly handed over the money and watched Sandaime Kazekage begin to register the task.
When he was about to fill in the ninja's name and accept the task, Chiyo stopped him.
"Write Sasori's name as well. We may have to rely on him for this task."
Sandaime Kazekage hesitated for a moment but still did as he was told. At this time, he also had to consider the "deduction of money" that Masahiko said.
At the end of the task, Masahiko followed Chiyo to the "Puppet Research Institute" in the sand village. Of course, they didn't come up with such a name. Masahiko looked at the various abandoned puppets displayed all over the room and helped them come up with the name.
There are many large and small rooms in the research institute, which are the separate rooms of each puppet master in the sand village. According to the size, it can be basically divided into three grades.
For example, one of the three largest rooms is Chiyo's.
"Who are the owners of the other two houses?" Masahiko thought of a few people.
"One is my brother's, and the other is my grandson's." Chiyo said with a little pride.
"Sasori is only fourteen or fifteen years old, but he has such a high status in the sand village. If he doesn't go astray, I'm afraid that the position of the Kazekage will be his in the future." Masahiko sighed.
Entering Chiyo's "studio", Chiyo turned around and said, "Hamura merchant, please describe in detail the puppet toys you need."
Masahiko furrowed his brows. Where should he start?
"Well … a human puppet, about two meters high, can be disassembled and assembled, and then … Kakaka, it can transform into a car, no, a big truck."
Masahiko began to twist again, which made Chiyo's eyebrows jump.
"What is a big truck?" Ignoring the extra onomatopoeia and the extra action, Chiyo's attention first focused on this new word.
"Um … Do you know the carriage?"
Chiyo nodded.
"A big truck is the kind of carriage with four wheels that can carry a lot of things."
"I see." Chiyo frowned and roughly understood Masahiko's needs.
"This design is quite exquisite, I don't know who came up with it."
"Of course, it's me." Masahiko didn't refuse.
Chiyo, of course, didn't believe it. Looking at Masahiko's description of this thing, she knew that he definitely didn't design it.
But she didn't expose it. She moved her finger, released the Chakra line, and a puppet flew over.
"About this height?"
Masahiko glanced at it, he didn't expect the sand village to have such a tall puppet, about two meters.
"Well, the height is enough. But the key is to be able to transform, Kakaka, do you understand? "Masahiko was addicted to twisting.
"I see."
Chiyo was expressionless.
