Hayama Shirakumo had been leisurely watching Hikari and the others sell scrolls, holding a thermos of goji berry tea and taking small sips.
It couldn't be helped. Once a man reached middle age, some things were beyond his control. The one at home had said that after he finished proctoring the second exam, she would make him a grand feast when he got back.
He immediately understood everything. What kind of grand feast required going to the Nara Clan's pharmacy to buy ingredients?
Wasn't it obvious? He would eat dinner, and she would eat him. Time to hand in his marital dues again...
Ah... kurushii~
But Hikari's crisp, unconventional declaration of "one million ryo after a fifty-percent discount" made him spray out his tea.
"Pfft!!!"
He first looked doubtfully at the goji berry tea in his hand, his heart full of concern.
Could I be so weak that I'm hearing things now?
But after looking at everyone else's shocked expressions (ΩДΩ), he nodded in relief and continued leisurely sipping his goji berry tea.
Looks like it's not my problem = I'm not weak, so there's no problem at all! Drink tea! Eat melon seeds! Watch the show!
Kisame and Maruboshi Kosuke were briefly stunned, but they soon exchanged smiles and gave Hikari a thumbs-up.
Well done!
At that moment, a man from the other Hidden Sand team beside Gaara—broadly built, with medium-length gray-white hair and a knife scar on the right side of his jaw—silently raised his hand and voiced the question on everyone's mind.
"Wasn't it supposed to be fifty percent off? How did it become one million?"
"Shouldn't each scroll be two hundred thousand ryo?"
Looking at him, Kisame could vaguely feel his right hand throbbing with pain again. He bared his shark-like teeth and smiled.
"Shiro, isn't