Locking onto the speaker's aura, Uchiha Gin flashed forward and appeared behind a furtive, short figure in the blink of an eye. With great interest, he watched her stick out her butt and peer around, then casually pulled a lollipop from his bag.
"Hey, ticket seller?"
"Ah!"
The tiny ticket attendant hiding halfway up the mountain pass shuddered at the sudden voice behind her. The brand-new shuriken clenched in her palm clattered onto the ground.
"Don't move. Tell me, how do you have the nerve to charge admission for this godforsaken dump?"
Uchiha Gin looked at the trembling little loli before him, pressing the lollipop against the back of her pink head as he threatened her in a menacing tone.
"O-One thousand ryo is the price set by the Great Elder. If you want to complain, go find him. I'm just the one selling tickets."
With the "weapon" of this elusive enemy pressed against her head, the little loli responsible for collecting admission fees at the entrance went pale with despair.
There had been no business for over half a month. Just when a curly-haired guy who looked like a customer finally showed up, he turned out to be some scenic-area inspector here to stir up trouble.
"Oh? You dare charge a thousand ryo? Do you know how many steamed buns a thousand ryo can buy?"
"One hundred!"
Hearing her excited instant reply, Uchiha Gin's mouth twitched. Was that what I meant?
Slurp~ Slurp~
No, he had only mentioned steamed buns. Did she really have to drool?
Taking half a step back in disgust, Uchiha Gin began questioning her.
"What's your name?"
"Slurp~ Xiao Meng."
Knowing she was at his mercy, the pink-haired little loli wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth. To stay alive—and, more importantly, to