Hero Jentaka
Chp.36 Arti painting

"Whoaww. You get lavender, lilac, iris, orchid as I recall all these flowers from the valley that the monster guards a thousand years." Old man Hoshi smiled widely when he saw the arrival of some participants who were carrying colorful flowers that he called.

Old man Hoshi explained the color difference in these flowers is very important to make a beautiful color gradation.

"But still painting a scene wouldn't require a purple color like this." A man shook his head, he could not even discern the color before his eyes.

"What's the difference between all these colors?"

"Hey, I don't even know the difference between blue and green." A man who is color blind takes issue.

They all felt that the color they needed the most was green, not purple like all this.

Old man Hoshi smiled wryly. "You're all gonna make it hard for me, fuck this." Old man Hoshi muttered furiously, clenching his hands. The old man's face remained handsome despite being angry like this, but resentment had clearly lodged in his heart.

Angelo did not want to linger any longer, knowing that whatever the examinee was doing at this time was not liked by his teacher.

The remaining examinees were less than a hundred people, some died in the swallow of the magical forest and the rest were eliminated for returning to the art gallery without bringing flowers, she said, blood or leaves to be the base material to make paint color.

The magical forest they came to was truly a forest of death.

"Alright, follow me." Angelo demonstrates how to extract color from flowers or leaves.

The examinees followed Angelo's method, mixing transparent liquid with the results of squeezing the leaves or flowers. The result is a beautiful color.

"Whaa.." Theodore's sparkling eyes made this kind of paint the first experience in the arts after years of only studying books and exercising his physical strength. Even in the hometown in the cold region, rarely buildings that are colored other than the color of ice and the color of the wooden house.

Color is available. The canvas before their eyes should have been able to doodle but all the examinees did not have much of an image of the scene painting on their heads.

A few minutes passed, the paintings they showed the two stage two examiners were pictures of mountains and rice fields.

"How do you like it?" A burly man named Taiho who had a chest number of five nine and eight showed the results of his painting.

Angelo. "You're painting a scene from what region, which country, huh?" Angelo was upset, seeing the scene that Taiho painted, the mountain in purple and the sky only in white.

Even old man Hoshi was unwilling to glance towards the painting of that person. Taiho really made the old man annoyed.

Angelo folded his hands and glanced at his feet while shaking. "No, this looks like a picture made by a kid." The second person colored the mountain in blue and the sky spotting a white color that looked like a cloud.

"This is if the mountain is seen from my house, the color of the mountain is blue if seen from a distance." Sanji explained with great regret. He felt not the same as the others who could not distinguish the colors. Sanji did indeed see a blue-colored mountain from his home.

"Well, isn't he just a kid why bang Angelo said that, can't he see?" Theodorus whispered with Mitsuya and Xernathan commented on the man in front of them.

Sanji walked back towards the children painting on the canvas. "That's weird Angelo. Mountains and rice fields are indeed a picture of a scene, what does he consider a landscape painting?" Sanji held onto the brush after picking up the new canvas and stared at the two examiners in front there furiously.

Xernathan seemed to think hard at what he remembered first. As he remembered at this time he and his sister were just busy doodling the canvas of paint color that he got from the gift of Mitsuya and Theodorus.

Xernathan's memory is at least over a hundred years old. It's hard to remember every single event in his life.

Especially considering something that he thought was very painful.

Only vengeance was a very painful thing but he still remembered it until now.

Old man Hoshi grew furious, after dozens of people had already come forward to show their paintings, but none of them could make this black-bearded man pay attention to the results of their paintings.

"Cihh not even the old man glanced at the painting we showed him"

"If everything continues this way, it could be that these two examiners did intend to not pass all the participants from the second stage examination"

They growled. Their paintings are rated only by Angelo. Old man Hoshi continued to throw his face the other way and did not give any judgment. As a result none of the participants who were less than a hundred of these passed earned his assessment.

"I don't want to fail to become a military elite just because I can't draw what they think." Mitsuya was furious.

To Mitsuya the difficult things were the ones he was happy with. Knowing he failed to become a military elite just because he could not paint was already out of the bounds of reason.

For the first time Xernathan came forward. Unlike the people who rolled up the canvas or held with one hand when advancing there, Xernathan brought with him a tripod of canvas in front of two men who were in this eccentric style.

Old man Hoshi stared at Xernathan, this child being the first examinee to be given face by the black-bearded examiner. "What does this painting mean?" Old man Hoshi asked the meaning and maxut of the painting that Xernathan showed them.

Xernathan raised his eyebrows next to feeling confused. "What does that mean? I'm just painting a little bit differently from everyone who's come forward to show their paintings." Xernathan didn't even know what he was painting, just a beach painting on the edge of a steep cliff that saw people pointing towards the setting sun.

Old man Hoshi clenched his teeth. "All right, you fuckers. All of you fail and return to take the entrance exam of the military elite next year. Good luck to you" Old man Hoshi did not lose control of himself. But his face turned crimson from screaming with overflowing anger on the dozens before him.

"And you all come out of this art gallery, you bastards."

Xernathan was aghast in shock at the scream and immediately walked quickly towards his companions.

Angelo smiled wryly. According to him this situation was already out of his control as a disciple regardless of him also being a examiner who should have deserved to take an action in this place.