If the little worm who can't learn anything has some talent in painting, in addition to music, he has become a complete crane tail again.

It is similar to the sound of the flute, and the shakuhachi, a Toei-style instrument, is stiff like a stick in the hand of the worm.

"Poof—"

"Poof—"

The little worm used all his strength, his cheeks bulging like a toad, and no matter how hard he tried, shakuhachi still only made an ugly pop sound.

There are worms, and the scorpion doesn't want to finish a piece of music in its entirety.

The score he got from Uehara was recorded in its entirety. The beauty of art is always the same, and all kinds of beautiful to the extreme, different styles of music twists and turns to convince the scorpion.

Scorpion didn't doubt Uehara's motivation to compose these songs, after all, Scorpion thought that the most beautiful one, "Hometown Original Scenery", the name and Uehara's name fit too well.

Uehara was playing the tune again, and this time the melody was completely different from anything the scorpion had ever heard.

"What's it this time again?" The scorpion took the notebook early.

"The Last ......," Uehara said halfway through, and he shut up.

The original title of the piece was "The Last of the Mohicans", and it was originally a piece of music by Indian immigrants complaining about the massacre of the colonists and the loss of civilization.

The style of music is sad and pathetic, endless and desolate.

"One day, I died,

Those who hate me, dance,

Those who love me have tears like dew.

The next day, my body was buried deep in the ground with its head facing west......"

Uehara whispered the lyrics, and the scorpion listened quietly.

Is it any wonder that there is such a sad feeling, left behind by some destroyed ninja family? Scorpion thought so.

"The last thing?" The scorpion opened the cap of the ballpoint pen.

"Nothing." Uehara sniffled, and his passive skill, the ability to make up stories, was once again activated.

"I discovered this score by accident during a mission, and like you, I don't know the name of the score."

"What's behind the end, the paper is torn, I don't know what should have been written."

"Those are a few very strange ninjas, they are too different in age, there are old people, and there are very small children......"

"When we arrived, the ninjas were already lying in blood."

"So, I don't know what the name of the music was."

Uehara's story made the scorpion and the worm stunned, from Uehara's words, the scorpion has made up a powerful ninja family, which is gradually withering in the endless war in the ninja world, and the only remaining clansmen will always remember the glory of the past, and fight to the last moment to protect the glory of the family.

Finally, everything came to an end. Like the desert after the storm in the Land of Winds, no footprints will be left behind.

"That'...... It's called "The Last", how about it? Scorpion came up with a name for Uehara, and instead of using flowery words to describe it, it was better to express his original meaning in the simplest terms.

“…… Good. "The last? What the hell is this name, Uehara pouted.

The little worm on the side looked at the scorpion, and then looked at Amihara with wide eyes, and the line of sight switched back and forth between the two.

What kind of inexplicable look is this, Uehara was very unhappy, and slapped the worm's head, "Is there something wrong with the worm?" ”

Uehara - what's going on, little brother?

looked at the worm with such an expression.

"Then this music wasn't written by Uehara, right? You haven't circulated the score yet, have you? ”

"There's no flow through, what's wrong?" Uehara frowned.

The worm crossed his arms and looked like he was, "Can you just give me this score?" After signing my name, it was created by Worm-sama! ”

This guy is thick-skinned, oh my god......

"Okay, here you go." Uehara shrugged his shoulders senselessly.

Is that okay? The scorpion opened its mouth in surprise, not knowing what to say.

"It's okay to give you the score. However, you have to play his due value. ”

"Huh?" Sitting on the stone, the worm scratched his head blankly, "Are you going to sell the score for a good enough price?" ”

"Nope." Uehara smiled sinisterly, "A piece of music like this that can be passed down is very suitable for writing some moving backstories." ”

"For example, the one who left this chapter was a ...... from the ninja family who was destroyed by Konoha White Fang."

The sinister Uehara, it seems that after Iwakuin Village deprived him of the position of intelligence minister, it was right to send him to the Propaganda Department casually.

This guy gets a chance to be a black family Konoha.

Nothing related to White Fang could touch the scorpion's nerves, and he unreasonably snatched the score from the little worm's hand.

"Hey......" the worm was angry.

"I'm going to write a story, do you want to come along?" The scorpion's eyes began to carry the element that can be called black.

"Wait for me!" The little insect jumped on one foot, grabbed the shoe half-buried in the sand, and hurriedly caught up with the scorpion.

……

The scorpion's day-by-day changes make Chiyo's mother-in-law very happy, but now she is a little worried that the scorpion will abandon the practice of puppetry.

"Scorpion, have you been studying music with Uehara lately?" Granny Chiyo asked as she got behind the scorpion.

"Hmm." The scorpion that wrote something replied to Chiyo without raising his head.

"It's good to learn more interesting things, but don't forget about puppetry......"

"There is no wasted practice."

The scorpion withdrew his left hand from under the table, and two small dolls were chasing each other around the table and stool.

A small mouse with a ninja dagger the size of a ping-pong ball, and an old blue cat the size of an apple holding a katana.

The classic chase battle between the cat and the mouse is vividly and perfectly interpreted in the hands of two dolls.

With a clang, the ninja equipment in the hands of the mouse and the cat began to collide.

A cunning little mouse, he always hides behind the legs of the stool to sneak up on the old cat. To its tiny physique, the legs of the stool were as huge as pillars.

"Click." The little mouse was so bad that he deliberately slashed the stool leg a few times.

The old cat grinned and clicked......

The leg of the stool broke, and the scorpion, who was concentrating on the story, screamed and lost its balance and fell straight to the ground.

With the embarrassed appearance of the scorpion, Chiyo's mother-in-law couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile. Really, don't you know how to help it?

The scorpion lay on the ground with a blank face, he was in a daze against the ceiling, and it was a long time before he rubbed his head and got up.

"Scorpion, there was a mistake, is the skill of controlling the puppet unfamiliar?"

"Nope." The scorpion picked up the two stopped mouse dolls and twisted the rat's tail a few times to wind it, "I think it's the puppet trying to get out of my control, it's about to have a mind of its own." ”

The scorpion put down the doll mouse, and the little mouse swirled like a spinning top with a short knife.

The scorpion threw a small ball of paper and smashed it on, the speed of the spinning doll was noticeably full, and then, with a squeaky like a mouse, suddenly bounced up and smashed in the direction from which the paper ball was flying.

The scorpion had already withdrawn its hand, and the puppet's passive defensive counterattack failed to find its target, it squeaked twice, and spun back to its original form.

Does a puppet generate a mind of its own and want to escape the fate of being controlled?

The scorpion was thinking about something strange, and Granny Chiyo shook her head and left.

When the scorpion began to think about the possible opposition and bond between the controlled puppet and the puppeteer who cast the spell, there was no puppeteer in the ninja world who could match the scorpion's bearing.

In Uehara's world, there have been such worrying ethical issues, when robots generate thoughts and emotions, can they still be treated as tools?

It seems a bit silly to rely solely on the variables generated by mechanical touch to control counterattack behavior.

The scorpion frowned and picked up the doll, what was the better way to use it?

What is the biggest difference between a ninja and other objects?

The scorpion is caught in an unsolvable puzzle.

……

"Temperature."

Halfway through the scorpion's problem, Uehara gave a solution.

This is a bit shocking, but it is precisely caused by the difference between the two worlds.

The scorpion wants the puppet to be able to use the ninja chakra in the air that escapes after the release of the ninjutsu as an indication for the puppet to fight back, but to combine the puppet and ninjutsu, it needs to be able to perceive at least the high-end ninjutsu of the chakra, and a lot of modifications to the puppet doll.

"Temperature?" The scorpion raised his voice and asked Uehara again.

"That's right," Uehara patiently explained to the scorpion, "one of the differences between living life and dead things is temperature. ”

"Objects with temperature will have infrared radiation, even if you use stealth to hide yourself."

"Also, the amount of chakra between the clone and the main body can be perceived differently by the sentient ninja, and the temperature is also different."

"Instead of thinking about using a very high ninjutsu to implement a defensive counterattack system, why not try an easier way?"

"Or combine perceptual ninjutsu with another method?"

Uehara is not smart, and the miscellaneous information he sees and hears in the other world is a treasure.

In the previous life where Uehara was located, the people there did not have chakra and perception ninjutsu, but they relied on scientific power to develop equipment that did not belong to perception ninjutsu at all, ultrasound, sonar, infrared detectors, and fighter jets could also rely on electromagnetic waves to lock on to the opponent's fighters.

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Repeat below. Sleep first, and correct it tomorrow morning. Sleepy.

The classic chase battle between the cat and the mouse is vividly and perfectly interpreted in the hands of two dolls.

With a clang, the ninja equipment in the hands of the mouse and the cat began to collide.

A cunning little mouse, he always hides behind the legs of the stool to sneak up on the old cat. To its tiny physique, the legs of the stool were as huge as pillars.

"Click." The little mouse was so bad that he deliberately slashed the stool leg a few times.

The old cat grinned and clicked......

The leg of the stool broke, and the scorpion, who was concentrating on the story, screamed and lost its balance and fell straight to the ground.

With the embarrassed appearance of the scorpion, Chiyo's mother-in-law couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile. Really, don't you know how to help it?

The scorpion lay on the ground with a blank face, he was in a daze against the ceiling, and it was a long time before he rubbed his head and got up.

"Scorpion, there was a mistake, is the skill of controlling the puppet unfamiliar?"

"Nope." The scorpion picked up the two stopped mouse dolls and twisted the rat's tail a few times to wind it, "I think it's the puppet trying to get out of my control, it's about to have a mind of its own." ”

The scorpion put down the doll mouse, and the little mouse swirled like a spinning top with a short knife.

The scorpion threw a small ball of paper and smashed it on, the speed of the spinning doll was noticeably full, and then, with a squeaky like a mouse, suddenly bounced up and smashed in the direction from which the paper ball was flying.

The scorpion had already withdrawn its hand, and the puppet's passive defensive counterattack failed to find its target, it squeaked twice, and spun back to its original form.

Does a puppet generate a mind of its own and want to escape the fate of being controlled?

The scorpion was thinking about something strange, and Granny Chiyo shook her head and left.

When the scorpion began to think about the possible opposition and bond between the controlled puppet and the puppeteer who cast the spell, there was no puppeteer in the ninja world who could match the scorpion's bearing.

In Uehara's world, there have been such worrying ethical issues, when robots generate thoughts and emotions, can they still be treated as tools?

The classic chase battle between the cat and the mouse is vividly and perfectly interpreted in the hands of two dolls.

With a clang, the ninja equipment in the hands of the mouse and the cat began to collide.

A cunning little mouse, he always hides behind the legs of the stool to sneak up on the old cat. To its tiny physique, the legs of the stool were as huge as pillars.

"Click." The little mouse was so bad that he deliberately slashed the stool leg a few times.

The old cat grinned and clicked......

The leg of the stool broke, and the scorpion, who was concentrating on the story, screamed and lost its balance and fell straight to the ground.

With the embarrassed appearance of the scorpion, Chiyo's mother-in-law couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile. Really, don't you know how to help it?

The scorpion lay on the ground with a blank face, he was in a daze against the ceiling, and it was a long time before he rubbed his head and got up.

"Scorpion, there was a mistake, is the skill of controlling the puppet unfamiliar?"

"Nope." The scorpion picked up the two stopped mouse dolls and twisted the rat's tail a few times to wind it, "I think it's the puppet trying to get out of my control, it's about to have a mind of its own." ”

The scorpion put down the doll mouse, and the little mouse swirled like a spinning top with a short knife.

The scorpion threw a small ball of paper and smashed it on, the speed of the spinning doll was noticeably full, and then, with a squeaky like a mouse, suddenly bounced up and smashed in the direction from which the paper ball was flying.

The scorpion had already withdrawn its hand, and the puppet's passive defensive counterattack failed to find its target, it squeaked twice, and spun back to its original form.

Does a puppet generate a mind of its own and want to escape the fate of being controlled?

The scorpion was thinking about something strange, and Granny Chiyo shook her head and left.

When the scorpion began to think about the possible opposition and bond between the controlled puppet and the puppeteer who cast the spell, there was no puppeteer in the ninja world who could match the scorpion's bearing.