Unlike the fancy and cheap-looking pottery inside the Land of Pottery, all the pottery made by Han'nyu was white.
"Why did you break them all?".
"Well, even though I really like the feeling of destruction! It feels very artistic, yeah!".
Deidara curiously stuck his head out to take a look.
Sasori wordlessly glanced at him from the side, stopping himself from saying something.
Not everyone likes that smashing feeling as much as you do.
And clearly, Han'nyu didn't seem to be in a good mood.
"Ah, sorry, did I scare you?".
"What art...this is obviously just a failure."
Han'nyu obviously couldn't understand Deidara's so-called art, and just shook her head blankly.
Hatake Satoru glanced at the pottery that hadn't been broken yet, and some unfired pottery was placed to the side.
Even though they were all white, these pottery pieces looked somewhat different from the pendant Han'nyu was wearing on her neck.
This was pure white, and it didn't have those crack-like patterns that seemed to be made by firing.
But according to ordinary people's standards, this pottery looked pretty clean and beautiful, even if it wasn't especially great.
He didn't know much about clay, since Hatake Satoru didn't really need that sort of thing.
Even if with his artistic sense, he could make a lot of impressive things with clay.
But, well, that's just how it is.
Hatake Satoru looked around. Since they were here to find suitable clay, he'd let the people who could tell the difference judge the clay's quality.
Not far from the kiln was a basin with some leftover clay in it. It was a little dry and hard, but not unusable.
Hatake Satoru casually tore off a piece of clay and threw it to Deidara.
"Huh?".
Deidara was caught off guard and scrambled to catch it.
What's with this guy, just throwing clay over without a word.
Even though he complained silently in his heart, Deidara understood and put the clay into the mouth in his palm to chew on it.
"You want to make it the same texture as that pendant?".
"So these failed?".
Hatake Satoru stood to the side with his arms crossed, looking down at the pendant Han'nyu was wearing around her neck.
"Yes... but I can't fire it to make it bloom."
"Ah, blooming is this pattern!".
"It's beautiful, right? But I can't seem to fire it like this. My master is very good at it!".
Han'nyu didn't expect Hatake Satoru to look at her so carefully, and she took a slight step back, feeling a little embarrassed.
Normally, boys wouldn't look at other people's accessories so closely, right!
Han'nyu thought absentmindedly, then picked up the pendant around her neck and pointed it at Hatake Satoru.
Hatake Satoru lowered his head and carefully looked at the pendant Han'nyu was holding up.
Her slender, fair fingers pressed on the pendant, feeling its texture, but always keeping a certain distance from Han'nyu's hand.
A faint fragrance wafted over from him. Being so close, Han'nyu could almost see the silver, slightly curled eyelashes behind Hatake Satoru's sunglasses.
This person is too charming!
Han'nyu's mind was a mess. She thought her willpower was good, but this person was simply irresistible.
He always kept this ambiguous distance, like feathers brushing her heart, creating a ticklish feeling.
Making her want to get close to him and touch him.
"Hey, that person is almost steaming. Isn't she going to explode soon?"
"The clay isn't anything special. It's just ordinary, yeah."
Deidara frowned. This clay was decent, but it was no different from what he was currently using.
It didn't seem like good clay at all. He wanted to signal Hatake Satoru, but he was startled by Han'nyu's blushing face.
Even though everyone thought Hatake Satoru was quite handsome.
But they weren't gay, and didn't care too much about whether Hatake Satoru was handsome or not.
But the effect was different on women. That face, the sense of distance, the way he talked, it was practically a guaranteed kill.
Sasori could basically be called someone without worldly desires.
After all, with his fifteen-year-old face from the past, he could've achieved the same thing.
But someone who spends their life trying to turn themselves into a puppet probably doesn't care about that kind of thing.
But he was more concerned about something else Han'nyu said.
"It seems like you're the only one here. Where is your master?"
Han'nyu had almost raised her finger to touch Hatake Satoru's hand, when she was startled back to her senses by Sasori's words.
She looked around a little lost, and quickly let go of her hand, dropping it to her side.
"Well... my master is called Moshao, and he was the former village chief here."
"But my master and all the other technicians who could make the pottery bloom left the Land of Pottery together a few years ago."
"I don't really understand, but everyone says they went to find a new world."
"The Land of Pottery used to sell all kinds of patterned pottery, but now, you've probably seen..."
"No one can make it bloom anymore."
Han'nyu sighed softly because all the technicians had left.
The pottery blooming technique, which had been prosperous for many years, quickly withered within a few years.
To the point that now, no one can do it at all.
They didn't have other options. The people here had been making pottery for generations.
So it turned into what it is now.
But that plain white pottery from back then definitely couldn't achieve the commercial success of today.
Sasori's expression was thoughtful. He didn't respond, and was thinking.
"Where is the current village chief's house?"
Hatake Satoru let go of his hand, and the pendant fell back onto Han'nyu's neck.
He raised his eyes and looked at Han'nyu. Even though she couldn't see his eyes through the sunglasses, she could still feel the ice-like gaze.
Sincere and gentle, and also carrying a heart-healing smile.
"It's in the center of the Land of Pottery. It is a very noticeable building, you can see it as long as you go there!".
"And the current village chief is Haoshao, my master's son."
After Han'nyu finished speaking, she suddenly took a step back, putting some distance between herself and Hatake Satoru.
If she stayed this close to this person, her heart would beat too fast and she would die.
"Thanks, you gave us a lot of useful information."
"By the way, if you want to fire the pottery with cracks, you might as well turn the heat up to the maximum when you're firing it."
"Maybe you'll get a surprise~".
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