Seeing the Town Chief about to enter the inn, Kurenai was frantic. Then she saw Raiton charging into the inn in a blaze of urgency, utterly unrestrained.
"Town Chief! Town Chief..."
The childish yet energetic shout forced the Town Chief to stop in his tracks.
The middle-aged Town Chief had originally had no intention of paying attention to a child who had suddenly appeared. But thinking of how some bratty kids would shout at the worst possible moment, he did not dare guarantee the child would not kick down a door or something, even knowing the inn's soundproofing was decent.
So he hurried outside and finally found the infuriating little brat around a corner in the inn.
Taking a closer look, he suddenly found the child strangely familiar. Then he noticed the Black Blade in the child's arms. Wasn't that the special prize for this Sword-Grabbing Tournament?
Remembering that this little kid was a fierce monster who had defeated more than ten swordsmanship experts, the Town Chief held his breath and did not dare make a sound.
"Oh~ I finally found you. You're the Town Chief, right~"
At that moment, Namiashi Raidō used an innocent tone that even he found disgusting, doing his best to look as naïve as possible.
Genma had demanded it. Though he really did not want to, such a minor sacrifice was nothing for the mission.
Under Raiton's eager gaze, the Town Chief felt utterly miserable.
Could he say he was not the Town Chief? How had being a town chief attracted a brat like this!?
Honestly, he liked this remote little place very much. Not only could the Land of Fire Daimyo not control him, but everyone passing through had to curry favor with him.
Just now, for instance, there had been a woman who