Although the caravan boss had already yielded, Yugito also felt that ten million was no small sum.
But this concerned maritime trade, and Yugito had no room to compromise:
"The Cloud Village's terms remain unchanged. Only after paying for half the goods can you leave."
Yoya's tone sounded helpless on the surface, but he was actually excited:
"So there's no room for negotiation?"
Yugito shook her head.
"There's nothing I can do. Who told your fleet to come here at a time like this?"
"If it were any other time, we could still talk. But not today."
Yoya placed one hand on his sword hilt, the smile at the corner of his mouth harder to suppress than an AK's recoil. "I really don't want to fight you."
Yugito was thoroughly enraged. Was that expression on his face really supposed to mean what he said? Wasn't he stealing her line?
They had said they would not fight this time, but now that things had been pushed this far, the two of them had no choice but to clash.
Yugito snorted.
"Every time I see you, I feel like beating you to death!"
Then she flipped over the side of the ship.
Neither of them chose to fight aboard the ships. No matter whose vessel got damaged, this mission would become more trouble than it was worth.
Yoya stood a full 1.88 meters tall and weighed one hundred kilograms. He was exceptionally muscular.
His jump into the sea was far from graceful, more like a weight smashing straight into the water.
A huge spray erupted.
The two quickly collided.
Yoya's sword crashed directly against Yugito's claws.
They bounced apart for an instant, then slammed into each other again with savage force.
As they fought, both of them tacitly moved away from the