What did that mean?
Did he deliberately stop halfway to keep people in suspense?
Uesugi Tetsu pondered for a moment, but still couldn't figure it out from the clues he had.
So he opened the lid of the tea container filled with matcha, stuck the small tea scoop inside, and mercilessly dumped a heaping scoop of matcha into his tea bowl.
You like leaving things unsaid? Watch me drink your matcha like crazy!
Actually, Uesugi Tetsu only wanted to test whether the sensation of his Willpower attribute increasing slightly just now was because of this matcha, or because the person making the tea was "Ii Naomasa."
Sitting beside him, Shiraishi gaped.
He hadn't even finished his first bowl when he saw his boss silently prepare another bowl of foamy tea, then pour it into his mouth like a starving drunk.
With the attitude that there was no harm in drinking it for free, Shiraishi also gulped down the slightly scalding strong tea in one go, and his eyes involuntarily brightened for a moment.
For someone like him from the traditional wandering faction, who had spent years unable to eat anything with flavor and whose mouth could practically turn bland enough to sprout feathers after a whole year—
this delicious strong tea was a one-of-a-kind drink. It instantly restored a huge amount of his sanity!
Even after finishing it, Shiraishi warily scanned the surroundings, then hurriedly leaned close to Uesugi Tetsu's ear and whispered,
"Boss, she deliberately left the two of us here. Do you think she'll smash a cup as a signal, and then a whole swarm of samurai will rush out, chop off our hands and feet, and play with us as toys?"
Shiraishi shuddered in disgust. "I just feel like the way those samurai looked at me earlier