"What a pity. Don't regret it later, Monkey."
Danzo shook his head regretfully and raised his hand to clap twice.
Clap, clap~
"Turn on the lights."
Several seconds passed, yet the bulb above Danzo's head continued flickering madly, casting his grim, livid face in especially gloomy shadows.
Clap, clap!
He glanced at Hiruzen below, who was holding back his laughter, and his face twitched hard. He clapped twice again with force.
"Saimon!"
"Huh?"
An angry roar startled Nohara Shinnosuke awake from his deep sleep in the corner. Wearing a Pig Head Mask, he scratched his head groggily, confusion written all over his childish round face.
Uh.
Who was Saimon?
"Slacking off again? Go turn on the lights already!"
Danzo's sharp gaze nearly bored holes through his worthless son.
"Oh~ So I'm Saimon!"
Under the lash of his father's stare, Nohara Shinnosuke gradually came to his senses. He slammed a fist into his palm, and the confusion vanished from his face.
Right, Saimon was his codename in Root.
Click!
As Shinnosuke blindly felt around and pressed the light switch hidden in the corner, the office instantly changed from something like a nightclub into an old-money business office.
"What? You do have lights here."
Hiruzen, who could finally stop spilling tea into his crotch, sighed in relief. If he got any wetter, he would have a hard time explaining it to Biwako when he got home.
"Root has always been frugal. It's only for you. For everyone else, I usually light candles."
"Huh? Don't you usually—"
"Dismissed, Saimon!"
Shinnosuke, who had been yawning, could not help wanting to expose his father's bragging. But Danzo was not about to be tripped up by his own son. He shot an unhappy glare at the boy who loafed around during the day and stayed up