The legendary old man’s long journey of saving money

In the dim candlelight, a silver-haired young man in front of the book was biting the barrel of a pen. The young man looked handsome, and his skin seemed to show a sickly pale color due to little exposure to sunlight. Sometimes he wrote brilliantly, sometimes frowned, and thought hard.

The cold breeze of the night blew into the house through the open windows, swaying the candle flames.

The young man held up his glasses and turned his gaze to the ant box beside him. In a thin plate nest made of glass, the colony is busy dismembering and transporting the flies he has just fed into their nests. From the side of the transparent ant box, the ants with no intelligence to speak of individually have excavated pathways in all directions with amazing group intelligence. Both the nursery for the larvae and the pantry for food are fully functional and organized.

The young man smiled and nodded, holding the ant box and shaking it. In his slight shaking, the passages that the ants thought they were safe collapsed, and food reserves and larval eggs were buried deep in minutes. Even so, the well-trained ants did not hesitate after this sudden disaster, and immediately plunged into the never-ending cave maintenance after tenaciously burrowing out of the sand. With strong soldier ants as pioneers, worker ants with weaker combat power but better endurance followed and re-dug the collapsed cave.

"These tenacious little guys never disappoint, you say? Sasuke-kun? The

silver-haired young man put down the pen in his hand, put aside the manuscript that was due tomorrow, and turned his head to look into the darkness in the corner of the room that could not be illuminated by candles.

In the darkness that could not be projected by the flickering candle flame, a black-clothed boy with a haggard face and deep sunken eyes stood up and showed his figure.

"Remarkable, really remarkable." Sasuke nodded and praised sincerely, "When I was hiding, not even the ninjas of the Hyuga clan could detect my existence, but I didn't expect your perception to be so strong." The

silver-haired young man picked up the pen barrel and quickly drew a few ghost drawings on the paper that no one could understand except himself, and said with a smile: "I'm not afraid of your jokes, I actually didn't notice your arrival." But I've had the privilege of being a reporter with the army before, you know, the kind of correspondent who fights with the army and sells a pen and poles to whitewash defeat into an epic victory. I have fought more battles with the troops, and I have gained some experience in saving my life on the battlefield.

"I mean the kind of real battlefield killing gods, such as the Ninja Seven who were destroyed by the Konoha Regiment, or the three Shinobi masters before leaving the village." The only way to stay alive with them is to slip away before you see them. An important of my many life-saving experiences is that because these people kill so many people, every local scavenger crow will be as noisy as a fly smelling blood. Those crows are smart, they know that they can eat countless corpses with those killing gods.

Sasuke heard it too, and the crows outside the window were circling the room like chicken blood. He shrugged, noncommittal at the teenager's words.

"With such a heavy murderous aura, why did you come to my unknown little reporter's house? Could it be that I came to kill me because I wrote a few editorials about you and made a little opinion? The

silver-haired boy seemed to be prepared for Sasuke's arrival, and handed Sasuke his half-written editorial, quietly waiting for the other party's opinion.

Sasuke took the draft, sighed after reading it halfway, and handed it back to the silver-haired young man: "Woo, you and I have known each other, are you just stirring up discord between the five major powers and roasting me on the fire?" When will we, the Uchiha clan, prepare for a coup d'état against the Land of Water? And how are economic sanctions being prepared against the country of Poland? You fabricate this disinformation out of thin air, and your professional ethics as a journalist? "

Professional ethics? These articles of mine have real evidence, but they are not slandering people out of thin air. What's more, I'm just a small reporter, how can I know you, the third son of the Uchiha clan?!" Sasuke-kun, don't laugh. The young man made it clear that he pretended that the two did not know each other.

"You say you don't know me? Okay, I know you all the time, right? Pharmacist Pocket, a special guest reporter of Howling Daily. A year ago, with his Spring and Autumn brushwork and a large amount of confidential information from the five major countries, he became the favorite pen under Kato Mori, editor-in-chief of the "Howling Daily". However, there are not many people in the world who use profession as a surname, especially the unpopular surname of pharmacist. It's hard not to think of the legendary spy Nono Woo, known as the 'Walking Witch', the legendary spy who was wiped out by the roots many years ago. It just so happened that there was also an orphan in the Nono Orphanage, Kabu Pocket, who was recruited into the battlefield as a spy with Nono-woo, and disappeared after Nono-woo was confirmed dead. I said, you shouldn't be treating all the ninjas of our Uchiha clan as idiots with such an obvious pseudonym, right?

The young man named Pocket nodded, seemingly satisfied with Sasuke's answer: "Yes, I am indeed the Kabu Pocket who disappeared back then. But I'm curious where you got my physiognomy. Photo archive from Konoha Village?

Sasuke took out a photo of the "pocket" with a black head on the face of a sake lees nose and a toad in his pocket and threw it to his pocket: "A person may become ugly when growing up, but he will not be ugly like this, right?" Shimura Danzo's root has milk and her mother dares to take any job, and you did spend a lot of money to gradually replace your photo archive in Konoha Village, but this time I only spent 10,000 taels to buy your original photo from him. Of course, the most important thing is that five years ago, when I returned to my human form and went to Dr. Orochimaru, he brought you over to meet me. I still remember what you looked like. "

Tuan Zang is really a little person who sees profit and forgetfulness." Pocket sighed: "Did you come to arrest me as a traitor?" As you can see, I earn more as a journalist than as a ninja now. I'm not a ninja now, and I don't have any illegal activities. I can't think of any reason why you need to visit me, a downtrodden little reporter.

Sasuke pointed to the wide open window, smiled and said, "You wrote so many editorials about me, and you still open the window in the evening, didn't you just want to lure me here?" I'm coming, if there's any ambush, just call people out. I'm in a hurry.

The glasses reflected the candle flame, and the smile on his face was inscrutable: "I'm not waiting for you when I open the window!" I'm waiting for it, you see it's coming! Before

the words fell, a moth flew into the room from the window. The gray moth hovered around the room, spilling countless phosphorous powders as it flew closer and closer to the candle that lit up the night.

The two did not say a word, just stared with great interest as the moth flew into the fire and struggled to fall to the ground and turn into flying ash.

"You know what?" Sasuke, who is a good teacher, said: "Since ancient times, moths have been praised as a symbol of warriors who sacrifice their lives for righteousness because of their characteristics of throwing themselves into the fire. But in fact, moths do not have any special yearning for flames, moths fight fire only because the strong fire light interferes with its perception of space, so that it flies away from the original route and gradually moves towards death without knowing it.

Pocket nodded, "Master told me the same thing, but I still like to light a candle in the dark to show the way for these poor little things in the night." "

...and watch them burn." Sasuke added.

"Seek benevolence and gain benevolence, but what can a husband ask for? So why are you here today?

Sasuke looked at the harmless smile of the other party and suddenly felt his hair stand up, although every cell in his body was urging him to leave, he still had to open his mouth and ask, "I want to ask you for a favor."

The medicine master smiled happily, walked to the edge of the ant nest, and turned the entire glass plate upside down. The anthill instantly collapsed under this sudden disaster.

"So how can I help you?"

A cruel and pleasant light flickered in the eyes of the medicine man.

There is a kind of person in this world who acts not for selfish gain or justice.

They just want to watch the world burn to ashes and enjoy it.

He is such a person.