Red sand dust

What was shown on the canvas was the scene where Daimaru and the Kurama family had just confronted each other.

"What a nice painting!"

Without answering, the girl with her back to Daimaru held a palette in her left hand and a brush in her right hand, carefully coloring the canvas.

"Is the color of the sunlight shining through the treetops too red? Also, the expression on the face is too stiff..."

The hand that was painting froze, then he gently put down the brush, and turned his head lightly.

The long shawl hair, the soft sideburns hanging down to the chest, the ends are tied up, and the soft forehead hair is pinned with elegant hairpins.

The hair color is similar to Daimaru, but unlike Daimaru's dark brown, Kurama Yakumo's hair color is more brown.

Her eyebrows are delicate, without makeup, but she looks a little colder.

"What a clean face!" 』

"First time we meet, beautiful little girl, I am a sand ninja. I passed by here accidentally. I don't mean any harm..."

"Long-winded!"

Unceremoniously interrupting Daimaru's greeting, Kurama Yakumo took advantage of the situation and asked,

"name?"

Daimaru raised his eyebrows and suppressed his displeasure:

"Just call me Daimaru!"

"My name is Kurama Yakumo! Daimaru, your opinion is not important. Even you, I am not interested at all, it's just..."

She is really a girl with no morals. If her skills were not inferior to others, Daimaru would have tied her up and beaten her up.

When had the iron-hearted uncle "Red Sand Dust" ever suffered this kind of injustice?

"Just what?"

"There is something strange about you that makes me very concerned. Can you tell me what it is?"

"What the hell is this problem?" Even the gods can’t guess what you, a sports waste, want! 』

"You said it so vaguely, I don't know either!"

If he had known that there was something on his body that attracted this illusion monster, Daimaru would have thrown it away and ran away without saying a word.

"That would be troublesome!"

Kurama Yakumo, who frowned slightly, couldn't tell whether Daimaru was lying.

"I'm just a genin from Sunagakure Village with no abilities. I shouldn't have anything that can impress you!"

If you can beat someone, brag, if you can't beat them, give in quickly, there is no shame in it.

It's not that Daimaru doesn't want to be tough, if it weren't for the genjutsu, a girl like Kurama Yakumo who is not even a formal ninja would be able to ravage her at will no matter how many Daimaru come.

The blood inheritance limit that governs the five senses is really troublesome. Even if a Jonin falls into this thing, he may not be able to escape.

"Don't you want to tell me? I'll find it myself!"

After saying that, without waiting for Daiwan to defend himself, a cloud of mist-like transparent substance suddenly appeared from his mouth, wrapping Daiwan in it.

"Hey, a gentleman is a person of status whether he speaks or uses his hands. How can he be so unreasonable..."

Snapped……

There was a strange crisp sound that went straight into his heart, and Daimaru's mind trembled.

"I can't hear? No, what I said can't be heard..."

With just a few gestures, Daimaru was deprived of the right to speak.

"You can't control your words, and you can't control your body." What you see, what you hear, what you hear, what you taste, what you touch, everything you know is what I want you to know! 』

This is the terrifying limit of the Kurama family's blood inheritance, the terrifying illusion that controls people's five senses and makes others become the string puppets of the caster.

Daimaru even thinks that this thing is called the real human puppet technique.

The forbidden technique of the Crimson Sand Scorpion, which desecrates the dead, can at best be called the "Dead Man Puppet Technique".

What kind of skill is manipulating a corpse? Only those who can manipulate living people as they wish are qualified to be called "Human Puppetry".

After the transparent substance wraps the big pill, it quickly penetrates into the body.

To Daimaru's surprise, this thing looked very textured, but actually had no shape. It was easy to check Daimaru's body.

"Cool and clear, this feeling is really hard to describe." 』

In the end, this mass of transparent substance seemed to find something in Daimaru's brain. It was concentrated and moved back and forth between the eyebrows and the top of the head, with a small amount lingering in the abdomen.

"What is this for?"

Daimaru doesn't understand things that are too troublesome.

The transparent substance controlled by Kurama Yakumo is obviously a product of Yin Escape, leaning towards the power of the spirit and soul.

Although Daimaru had some talent for illusions, they had long been wasted.

As the transparent substance searched Daimaru's body, the originally silent chakra became active involuntarily.

Suddenly, a strange force seemed to enter his mind, and Daimaru suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

The ignorant Daimaru seemed to have entered a strange place, wandering in a pure white mist. After an unknown period of time, a green-faced monster with fangs and two horns appeared in front of him.

"Idu?"

Daimaru was suddenly startled,

"No, Idu should still be in the seal now, and it is impossible to escape. So, is it just a trace of consciousness?"

"Then this is my conscious world?" 』

Idu seemed to also see Daimaru and approached slowly.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Daimaru looked at this guy who seemed to have evil intentions warily.

"Don't worry, I am not a monster, but Kurama Yakumo himself..."

"I've seen Kurama Yakumo before. She's a pretty little girl, not an off-putting person like you..."

"The selfless consciousness born in the cracks of the subconscious is itself the deep desire of Kurama Yakumo. I am the real thing after Kurama Yakumo expresses his consciousness and abandons the constraints. If I become ugly, it represents Kurama Yakumo. The heart of this existence is so unsightly..."

"I am not myself, you are just a by-product of Kurama Yakumo's escape from reality..."

Daimaru said contemptuously.

Genjutsu and Yinjutsu are more obscure and difficult to understand than physical arts and ninjutsu, and most illusions can be cast on oneself.

The limit of blood inheritance of the Kurama family is so terrifying that if there is no strong mind control, there will be backlash.

The so-called Ido is actually an imaginary existence in Kurama Yakumo's body that controls the five senses.

"It's just a product of out-of-control power. Are you qualified to call yourself 'selfless'? Don't make me laugh to death!"

The monster in front of him was not even a complete Idu, but just a phantom with partial power. A fool who wants to subvert his master's thinking and make things come true, is he worthy of chatting with Daimaru?

"You seem to know something about me?"

"I've seen a lot of losers like you who were born out of childish twists."

Daimaru said disdainfully. Gaara's guy is much more difficult to deal with than Kurama Yakumo in front of him. He is not an opponent of the same level at all.

"Maybe I underestimated you, but you are not qualified to say that I..."

Idu said, laughing in a strange and deep voice,

"You're not much better!"