At that, Yuko broke into a cold sweat. "Why are you so disappointed?!"
"No! Forget that for now!" Isshin Kurosaki slapped the table twice. "Pay me back for my private savings!"
"It took me forever to save that money!"
"You were the one who broke the shelves, Yuko!"
"You should be grateful I didn't tell Masaki." Although Yuko said that, she still took out some money and slapped it down in front of Isshin Kurosaki.
Isshin Kurosaki's face lit up immediately. He hurriedly gathered up the bills. "Long live Sister Yuko!"
"...I'm begging you, old man. With that face of yours, stop calling me 'sis.'"
Yuko grumbled, then looked awkwardly at the two of them. "You two... why are you reacting so calmly?"
Yoruichi rolled her eyes. "What reaction did you want? Should we cling to this and refuse to let it go?"
"...No. I just find it strange that you believed me so easily."
Isshin Kurosaki gave her a thumbs-up. "That's only natural!"
"Get lost!"
Yuko's face flushed.
"Gladly~" Now that he had been paid, Isshin Kurosaki had no resentment left. He left with a foolish grin.
What a joke. If getting cursed at could make him money, he would rather be cursed at every day.
He had to admit, Sister Yuko was generous. Not only had his private savings escaped a loss, they had even doubled.
Yuko rubbed her temples with a headache. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have agreed to Lisa."
Knock, knock~
Just then, someone knocked on the door of the Coffee Shop.
Yuko and Yoruichi looked toward the sound. Isshin poked his head back in through the doorway.
"By the way, Yuko."
"Remember to lend it to me for two days after you finish reading it."
Yuko's eyelid twitched. "Get lost."
Isshin Kurosaki promptly disappeared.