The Kind of Gear That Needs Grinding? Lao Yin Won't Touch It

Knock, knock, knock~

"Curly-haired Baboon, go answer the door!"

Hearing the crisp knocking, Senju Itama poked her head out from the kitchen, where she was washing dishes, and ordered Uchiha Gin, who was lying dead on the sofa, to answer the door.

"There are so many people in the house. Why do I have to be the one to go?"

Uchiha Gin, full and satisfied from the meal, shifted his head and swept his lifeless gaze over the two women beside him sipping after-dinner tea, his handsome face full of indignation.

"Tsukihime is a guest."

Uchiha Hikari took a light sip of the rich, sweet tea and replied flatly.

"And you're still being punished. Just do what you're told. Why so much nonsense?"

Without giving Uchiha Gin any chance to appeal, Uchiha Hikari narrowed her eyes. The fierce glint emanating from her beautiful eyes made cold sweat stream down his back.

"I'm going, I'm going~"

With the odds against him, Uchiha Gin struggled to his feet and staggered toward the front door.

Knock, knock, knock~

Creak!

"We don't subscribe to newspapers."

Pulling open the door, Uchiha Gin tossed out the line without even looking, then prepared to shut it again.

Seeing the door about to close, the figure who had been knocking outside for ages anxiously hopped in place, bouncing a few times to make her presence known.

"Gin-grandpa! Gin-grandpa! It's me~"

"Oh? So it's Little Mikoto. I thought it was a door-to-door salesman. Come on in!"

Following the familiar voice downward with his gaze, Uchiha Gin scratched his head without the slightest apology, opening the door wider to welcome in Uchiha Mikoto, whose small face was flushed pink.

"Sister Guang, Itama-sister, and this..."

The moment she entered, Mikoto obediently greeted the true decision-makers of the house. But when her