"Thank you for your patronage. Please come again."
At a meat shop that had operated in Konoha for over a hundred years, the owner looked at the white-haired young man before him and gave a slight, heartfelt bow—the kind of grateful bow he had not made in a long time—as he sincerely spoke.
"Boss..."
However, faced with the meat shop owner's sincere thanks, the white-haired young man slowly furrowed his brow. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before ultimately choosing to speak.
"What is it? Is there something wrong with the meat, Lord Chiba?"
A trace of gravity flashed across the meat shop owner's face. He stepped out from behind the counter and stopped beside the white-haired young man, inspecting the cuts from roughly half a pig laid out on the stall beside him, as well as the few remaining pieces of venison in the shop. After checking them thoroughly, he looked at the young man and asked.
"No."
Chiba shook his head.
It was Chiba.
"Then what seems to be the problem?"
Hearing this, the meat shop owner asked again. By now, his brows were tightly knotted, clearly unable to think of what could be wrong.
"The price."
At that moment, Chiba's gaze had fallen on the price tags for the various cuts hanging above the doorway.
That was where the problem lay. The prices were wrong.
By Chiba's estimate, the owner had undercharged him by at least fifty percent.
"Hahaha! That? It's a discount for you. Half-price!"
The meat shop owner suddenly burst out laughing.
Is that so...
So it was a pricing issue! Not a problem with the meat!
Honestly... Lord Chiba takes things too seriously.
The unease in his heart finally settled, and that thought passed through his mind.
He had originally thought there was