Red sand dust

In two or three years, Sand Hidden Village has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Changes in living conditions are secondary. Some people...especially the changes in the mentality of young people are unexpected. Even Daimaru underestimated the Suna ninja's thirst after basically meeting his survival needs. How urgent are the ideas of more.

In the past, most sand ninjas would not consider such things as spiritual pursuits. The most important reason for young men and women to come together is to be able to barely make do with raising children. In daily interactions, family affection may arise, but nothing like love. Mental illnesses caused by hormonal imbalances are not relevant.

"So, you are also a fan of those hierarchy of needs theory?"

Temari held her chin up and lazily sucked the sweet and sour juice from the cup with a straw, watching Daimaru coming in and out of the kitchen.

"You have said similar things before..."

"It's okay, I'm not particularly convinced, I just think it's very valuable for reference!"

Daimaru leaned over, smiled slightly, and raised the spoon in his hand.

"It makes sense to be very selfish from the perspective of 'self'. However, humans are social animals and are not so rational in many cases..."

"for example?"

"The vast majority of people cannot recognize themselves and cannot accurately grasp their status in the group, so they always do stupid things. There are many people who are complacent in helping count money after being betrayed!"

"Do you think you are smart and think other people are fools?"

"no!"

Daimaru chuckled,

"Individually, many people have higher IQs than me, but together, they are like a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered!"

"Then you always say that you have to rely on the power of the group?"

Temari curled her lips and said,

"Is it so interesting to put yourself in an elite position and look down on those who are not as good as you?"

"Of course, things like superiority can only be manifested through comparison!"

Daimaru didn't feel anything was wrong at all and said calmly,

"So, whenever you have to make a major decision, you can be alone and think carefully to clarify your thinking. If you put yourself in a group, you will only be led astray by the complicated information..."

"You really think of Suna ninja, including me, as idiots?"

"You are overthinking. I am also a member of the Sand Ninja, but I can look at myself better and know what I want..."

Although the ninja world lags a little behind its previous life, it is not a barbaric era of ignorance. Many far-reaching theories have been summarized, such as the hierarchy of needs theory mentioned earlier, but the name in front is not Maslow, and the founder cannot Kao, said to be the experience of a legendary spy who was proficient in instigating rebellion and disruption behind enemy lines. After his transformation, he was mentioned in the ninja school's counterintelligence and torture elective course.

Ninjas are basically the smartest, most talented, and hardest-working people in the world, and they also receive a very comprehensive education. Therefore, Daimaru said such words as "A person with solid food and clothing knows honor and disgrace" and other similar words. Some ninjas understand.

In fact, no matter which version of this theory it is, in Daimaru's view, the flaws are still obvious. The boundaries are blurred, and the definitions overlap, let alone overlapping. It is also deficient in universality and naturalness, and overemphasizes the role of personality and needs.

Of course, its value is still worthy of recognition.

Although Daimaru is a Suna ninja, he is not limited by the shackles of this identity like other compatriots.

"Then what are you doing today?"

"Celebrating your birthday!"

"That's it?"

Looking at the dishes served to Daimaru, who exudes a faint aroma of oil, they are brightly colored and varied, and they are probably not bad in taste.

But this is far from how I imagined celebrating my birthday.

"Actually, there are many more, so think about it and forget it!"

Daimaru took off his apron, dispersed the smell on his body, and said slowly,

"Improving the level of cooking feels more difficult than practicing ninjutsu. It feels quite satisfying to cook well!"

"Are you reminding me that my cooking skills are poor?"

In fact, it's not bad. Temari just doesn't have any talent in this area. She has been doing housework for many years, so she is technically experienced. However, the results she makes are only at a level that is not unpalatable, and there is still a long way to go before they are delicious. some distance.

In comparison, Daimaru, who came from behind, has obviously better cooking skills.

"Where are you thinking? This is just a trivial little hobby in daily life, and it has no deep meaning."

Daimaru chuckled and said,

"Of course I want to celebrate your birthday to make you happy. I just thought about a lot of things, but nothing special, including going to a love hotel together and doing some happy things that everyone would like to see..."

"Who wants to go to a hotel with you, you idiot!"

Temari, who was blushing, slapped the table so loudly that her tea cup almost fell over.

"Be gentle, your hands don't hurt, the table can't bear it anymore!"

Ignoring Temari's shy reaction, Daimaru stretched out his little finger to pick out his ears, and calmly comforted him,

"In my opinion, apart from the fact that we have a fight to show off my strength, I am also good at cooking good food! Other things..."

"You are really self-aware!"

The blond girl who whispered softly blew on her red and swollen palms and said dissatisfiedly,

"Can't you use your brain more? Don't you usually do the same thing and trick people without repeating the same thing? Isn't it so difficult to put more thought into making me happy?"

"Isn't it delicious?"

"The taste...is okay!"

Putting a piece of rose-shaped fruit pie into her mouth and chewing it, Temari commented vaguely.

Even if she was acting against her conscience, Temari couldn't say anything unpleasant, at least it was much more delicious than the food she cooked.

"It just feels a bit ordinary!"

"Sorry to disappoint you!"

Daimaru didn't defend himself much, but it surprised Temari.

"Huh? I thought your reaction would be bigger! Give yourself some excuse or something..."

"There are no outsiders here. Let's forget about the quibbles!"

Daimaru responded,

“Actually, I just don’t know what to do, so I have to do what I do best!”

Temari is the kind of girl who doesn't seem to have many preferences, but is actually very difficult to guess her thoughts. It's very difficult to please her.

For Daimaru, who doesn't have much experience, there is no omnipotent network that provides countless information for reference, so he can only act according to instinct.

"What a cute and stupid idea!"

"If you were dumber, I could still be a little clever..."

"Praise me in disguise? It's too late!"

The juice in the cup was gone, and the straw made a sizzling sound as it was sucked. Temari pouted, and after thinking for a while, she said,

"Well, I have a request, if you can do it!"

"Can!"

If you have specific requirements, it will be easier.

"Do you know what my name Temari means?"

Daimaru nodded.

The so-called Ju is a ball used for kicking and playing, Cuju is a football, and Temari generally refers to a toy ball that is thrown around.

Suna Ninja's name is so random, incomparable to Naruto, Sasuke, Neji, Hinata and the like.

Even though they are both balls, Temari is much more elegant than Daimaru.

"I heard from Yashamaru that when I was born, a very beautiful Temari was given as a gift. I couldn't put it down and hugged her, so my name is Temari!"

"I see!"

Like Daimaru's name, it is a very regrettable story.

Originally I just thought of a nickname, but as I screamed it, it became like a famous name.

There are no strict household registrations, school registrations, ID cards, etc. in the ninja world, and there are no notes on previous names. Once the name is spread, it is difficult to change it.

"Actually, I'm quite satisfied with this name!"

"There's nothing wrong with being dissatisfied. If you change it, no one will know who you are..."

"Shut up and wait until I finish..."

Giving Daimaru a sharp look, Temari continued,

"Since you think you are a great cook and don't take me as an experienced cook with more than ten years of experience in your eyes, just use the ingredients available in the kitchen to make Temari dishes that satisfy me!"

"Well?"

Daimaru was stunned, then smiled bitterly.

Temari was originally a prop used in games played by court ladies. Later it became a cultural tradition and its production became more and more exquisite.

Without some background, you really can’t buy high-quality goods.

Over the years, Daimaru has only seen Temari made from materials such as special spider silk and high-quality isinglass by Miss Saya, which is worth more than an ordinary puppet.

According to a sister with ulterior motives, when Miss Saya was unhappy, she would hit Temari hard to vent her anger. If the quality was not good enough, it would not be able to withstand a few twists and turns.

It's relatively easy for Daimaru to make a dumpling, but making a very complicated toy like Temari is very cumbersome by hand, let alone making a Temari-shaped dish.

"Can't you do it? I see you can even make a snapper, rose, and bunny fruit plate, and the castle egg tart is also decent. One Temari shouldn't be a big problem..."

"Let me try!"

Gritting his teeth, he took the pill anyway.

"If it doesn't work, don't hold on. Although your cooking is not that good, it's still pretty good!"

“I, the ‘Red Sand Dust’ uncle, must keep my word!”

Turning around and walking into the kitchen, there was the sound of bowls and basins being knocked.

Ten minutes later, Daimaru came again with a plate and opened the lid. Temari looked at it intently and couldn't help but be stunned.

I saw Temari waving a fan in the middle of the purple, yellow and red lines, which were covered with palms that the young woman could hold in one hand.

It was supposed to be very beautiful, but something went wrong during the cooking process. The originally slender and graceful girl turned into a fat aunt, and her delicate face also changed its shape like an ukiyo-e.

"It seems to have failed. The thermal expansion and contraction are really difficult to control!"

Daimaru scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

Not to mention now, even in the past life, it was quite difficult to use the changes in cold and heat to create the desired precise shape.

"Is this the result of your hard work for so long? The flour has fermented and expanded due to heat, and the coloring and condiments are blurred. Also, the fruit juice has seeped out. You can still see it now, but when it gets colder, it will be even more ugly! "

"Time is still too tight. If you try a few more times, it should be much better!"

"forget it!"

Temari generously took her chopsticks, picked up the temari, and swallowed it in a few bites.

"It tastes so-so! I'm not a devil, and I won't force others to do anything! As long as you answer me one more question..."

"Please say!"

Temari took a deep breath, stared at Daimaru for a moment, and then asked with some anxiety and hope:

"Have you ever regretted choosing me?"

"Um?"

Damaru raised his eyebrows,

"Are you worried that being so greedy, I will end up looking at Shu and fall in love with someone else?"

Temari shook her head:

"I used to think that as long as I was good enough, I would be qualified to choose the best things, but later I found out that was not the case! At least, I didn't have the confidence to be a qualified girlfriend and a satisfactory wife..."

How to drive away the young girl who coveted her boyfriend? Temari found that the previous idea that she would be unfavorable if she became more powerful and better was really too naive.

Daimaru waved his hand, interrupted Temari's words, and said slowly:

"Who wouldn't? A bunch of men and women who had no relationship at first left their original family circles, slowly got closer and got married. What a courageous thing it is! It's precisely because of expectations that people worry about gains and losses!"

Unlike those teenagers who still love and love when the crisis of world destruction approaches, Daimaru and Temari have too much in their hearts and cannot spend too much energy on falling in love with a man and a woman.

"If you want to get married, get married. If you want to be single, be single. No matter what you choose, you will regret it in the end..."

"What does this mean?"

Temari asked a little confused.

"There are always times when people are dissatisfied. Isn't it natural to assume that the girl you have loved since you were a child..."

Is this a reason?

Temari thought to herself that she was not a serious childhood sweetheart, nor was she related to the Tensei type.

Whoever wins or loses between a descendant and a childhood sweetheart does not depend on hair color, and it does not mean that there are no losers with blond hair.

"Don't you feel sorry? Miss Saya, Kurama Yakumo, and Sento have helped you so much..."

"Their future is not with me!"

It's hard to say what will happen in the future. At least for now, Daimaru really doesn't have the idea of ​​having a group of wives and concubines. Time management is too tiring.

You will be rewarded for your efforts, which does not exist in the love market.

"The idea is very firm, but can't you reject it more completely?"

Daimaru replied leisurely:

"I have already rejected Kurama Yakumo. Miss Saya and Qian have never spoken words of admiration to me. Am I just being arrogant and sending them a good person card?"

"Well?"

Temari didn't know how to express her stance. Qian had been her friend for many years and had done nothing special. As for Miss Saya, the two had been on bad terms since childhood, so they probably wouldn't care about her and would continue to go their own way.

"If they were ordinary vixens, I would have made them look good. Look at all the women you have provoked. They are all weird!"

For example, Yuno and Leman seem to be more stubborn, but in fact they are easier to deal with. Hashiya Aika and Sasuo are not bad in appearance and figure, but they have been together with Daimaru for so long, and there is no spark of love.

"Maybe we are all aliens hiding among ordinary people. We can always see another version of ourselves in other people, and you are no exception!"