Seiya: "(▽｀) Kirito, we're good brothers, right?"
Kirito: "(ーー;) Barely... I guess."
"No, no, no. We grew up together as childhood friends, the kind who wore the same pair of pants growing up.
Now your brother is in financial trouble. Even his only source of food has been nearly ruined by you. You wouldn't just stand by and watch me die, would you?"
Kirito: "╮(￣▽￣"")╭ Don't tell me you're trying to borrow money?
Do I look like I have money to lend you? At least you still have instant noodles to eat. I can't even afford those damn things."
Seiya: "(｀へ) Damn it, you poor bastard! You don't have money to lend me, yet you ate so much of my instant noodles! Shut the hell up already!"
Watching Seiya change his tune without the slightest hesitation, Kirito slurped up the instant noodles in his bowl while mimicking Seiya's tone from earlier. "Come on, we're good brothers. The kind who grew up wearing the same pair of pants.
You wouldn't watch your brother suffer and refuse to help, would you?"
"Get lost! I'm having an even harder time than you right now!"
After a round of scuffling and wrestling, Lord Kirito finally dug out all the money he had on him—560 yen—and used it to cover his meal.
Seeing Kirito search himself from top to bottom and fail to find even a single extra coin, Seiya gave him a look of pure disdain.
"You call yourself the 'Black Swordsman'? I think you should rename yourself the 'Poor Swordsman.'
That pathetic amount wouldn't even buy two pineapple buns."
In response to Seiya's mockery, Kirito snapped back irritably, "Tch, you're not doing much better yourself, are you?
You're supposed to be the famous 'Golden Lion Cub' of the professional gaming scene, yet your