Fortunately, the most worrying thing did not happen, but Shuimu still hoped that such a weird blood limit did not exist. Therefore, in Shuimu's opinion, the confirmation of such high-end combat power still has some meaning, at least we don't have to wait until an accident happens and be caught off guard.

…

It was already autumn, and it was quite cool after the sun went down. It was quite comfortable to go out for a walk at night. Shuimu put away his vest and forehead protector, hiding all the features that exposed his ninja identity. The chakra fluctuations were also covered by the breath-retaining technique. Then, like an ordinary person, he put on simple clothes and walked out in wooden clogs. Tonight seemed to be a good time. There seemed to be some kind of festival to celebrate the change of seasons and pray for a good harvest. People nearby came here to join in the fun.

Walking on the busy streets, people's laughter and joy can be heard, revealing infinite joy.

"It's a really nice place!"

This type of temple fair was something I seldom attended in my previous life. I was busy coping with various studies and exams since I was young, and when I grew up I was trapped in the tough job market. I had few opportunities to stop and take a breath. My memories of the limited temple fairs I attended gradually became blurred. Amid the bright lights and nightlife of the city, this kind of pastoral-style temple fair was the first time I had seen it.

"There are more and more people."

As night fell, people who had finished their day's work began to enjoy this rare happy time. It was inevitable that people would rub shoulders with each other, and the speed of progress became slower and slower. The originally spacious streets seemed to be congested. Shuimu had to end his cursory browsing and take this opportunity to take a good look at the folk customs of this world.

"Boss? You have a lot of masks here. Which one sells best?"

There was a mask shop that was doing pretty good business, and Mizuki took the opportunity to go up and start a conversation.

"Sir, would you like one too?" the boss greeted enthusiastically. "Look at this goddess of the rabbit. It's the best seller. It symbolizes the harvest and the protection of the gods. Many people like it."

"Harvest and shelter?" Harvest is understandable. When villagers worship gods, nine out of ten will have a good harvest. But what does shelter have to do with Kaguya Otsutsuki?

"Isn't the Goddess of Mao the deity of fertility and blessing?"

"This gentleman seems to be of a high status." The boss said with a smile, "I don't know much about this kind of troublesome matter. In the 'Shinzen-style' wedding, the Goddess of the Rabbit is indeed very popular, but most common people don't have so many particularities. Only important people and nobles of high status will use this custom. For ordinary people like us, harvest and protection are more practical, and this is the custom that has been passed down for so many years..."

"Is that so?" Shuimu had never expected that the same god would be worshipped for different reasons. The class division in this world seemed quite serious. There were still many differences between civilians and nobles, ordinary people and ninjas.

"Give me a mask of the goddess of Mao."

"Okay..."

After taking the mask which was fairly well made, Mizuki looked at it carefully. The face was exactly the same as Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, but the facial expression seemed much softer, not as serious as the ones Mizuki had seen before.

"Different people, different perspectives, the impressions that the goddess of Mao brings to people are actually quite different!"

The impact of this is of course not worth mentioning, but it also reminded Shuimu that some things may be very different from what he imagined.

Mizuki, wearing the mask sideways, did not feel out of place in the surroundings. Many children playing and fighting also wore masks, and teenagers and many adults were dressed like this. Except for the slightly different temperament, there was really nothing to attract attention. Mizuki would stop to appreciate interesting places, and would try some snacks that looked good, but unfortunately most of them were not to Mizuki's taste.

At this moment, Shuimu suddenly sensed that he was not far from Yugao's position, and there seemed to be signs of a crowd gathering ahead.

“So close?”

Since we've come across him, it might be a good idea to go up and take a look. Shuimu changed the direction of his mask, covering his face, leaving only a pair of observing eyes.

Shuimu walked quickly forward, calmly pushed through the crowd in front of him, and came to the front of the crowd. Curious Shuimu took a closer look and was immediately shocked.

"The Six-Tails Jinchūriki actually has to make a living as a juggler. This really makes the tailed beasts proud..."

From Shuimu's observation, this young man who was several years younger than him didn't have any major problems except that he was suffering from paranoia. He didn't look down on others by relying on his strong strength, and he also knew how to avoid others deliberately. His wanted status might bring trouble to others, so most of the time, unless it was necessary, he basically kept to himself.

Mizuki originally thought that Yugao was staying here to complete a few tasks in the underground black market and earn some money, but he didn't expect that this guy had this idea. He actually took a fancy to this temple fair and wanted to make some pocket money, which really surprised Mizuki. The praise in his heart was immediately wasted. No wonder he was so easily discovered by the Konoha ninja. This guy is in his twenties, but he still has such a naive heart. Of course, although he is not optimistic about this guy's future, Mizuki doesn't hate him that much.

After taking off his ninja outfit, Yugao was indeed a rare handsome man. He was wearing a light-colored robe, had a handsome face, and a slightly hesitant temperament. His voice was also quite attractive. The bubbles of various shapes not only pleased the children, but also many young women. It seemed that this guy was going to have a good harvest tonight.

However, Shuimu looked at the guy who was in a hurry calmly. After seeing Yu Gao's appearance, his expression changed and he left quickly.

"I've been discovered. Looks like I won't be home long."

Being so ostentatious, it was only a matter of time before he was discovered. I don't know whether he couldn't find a more covert way to make a living or he was too disdainful to rely on violence to make money. In any case, this guy's short period of leisurely days was coming to an end.

Shuimu waited until the performance was over and the crowd around him gradually dispersed, and he became the last person to leave. Looking at Yugao who was possessed and collecting the tips from the audience, Shuimu shook his head regretfully and turned away.

"There are still three years left, enjoy your life, I hope the next time we meet, it won't be on the battlefield!"