Kisame helplessly glanced at his right hand. Who would have thought? Even after that watermelon-headed guy took off his weights, he still had some left on his right leg!
That sweeping kick had snapped Kisame's right hand.
"All right, take out your scrolls and let's have a look."
"Kisame, go find a Medical Ninja and get yourself healed first."
"Otherwise, when you get old, you'll easily end up with rheumatism, bone problems, arthritis, and the like."
Maruboshi Kosuke spoke of an old man's sorrow from the side, wanting to remind Kisame not to wait until he was old to start regretting it.
The three of them took every scroll out of their ninja tool pouches and dumped them all onto the ground.
The random jonin responsible for exchanging Man Scrolls here was utterly dumbfounded. ⊙▃⊙
Holy shit? What was up with this team? Were they here to wholesale scrolls? Were they stocking up? Were they even planning to set up a stall?
Hikari quickly counted the scrolls.
"Thirty Earth Scrolls and thirty-four Heaven Scrolls."
"Sixty-four in total. Aside from a few lucky people, as well as the ninja killed by wild beasts or eliminated for special reasons, all the remaining scrolls should be here."
"It's time to set up our stall. Do you have any thoughts on pricing? I'm not very familiar with it."
Hikari had only been in the Shinobi World for a short time and had lived in Konoha for less than ten days. She had no real understanding of the current currency, so she turned directly to Maruboshi Kosuke.
As the saying went, having an elder at home was like having a treasure. She believed that Maruboshi Kosuke, an experienced senior who had lived in Konoha for decades, would surely be able to set the most appropriate