Old Man Yama cleared his throat lightly. "The bookshelf is a little dusty. Wipe it down."
The bookshelf?
Sasakibe followed his gaze and immediately understood. The Captain-General really did like this statue.
He maintained the bookshelf every day; there was no way it could be dusty.
It seemed the Captain-General wanted someone to clean the statue for him, but it had only been there for two days. How could there be any dust?
"I understand." Sasakibe found it rather amusing, but he did not expose Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto's lie and merely nodded.
How could Sasakibe have known this was a trap? He immediately fetched a cloth, walked up to the bookshelf, and began cleaning it.
When he reached the statue, he took the soft cloth and gently wiped its body...
Crack...
The statue's head fell uncontrollably due to his movements and hit the floor.
Cold sweat immediately broke out across Sasakibe's body.
Good, just like that. Sorry, Chōjirō. This old man simply could not bring himself to ask that girl to make another one, so I'll have to trouble you.
Old Man Yama leisurely sipped his tea as he secretly watched Sasakibe's expression.
Sasakibe had indeed panicked for a moment, but when he picked up the head by his feet, he suddenly noticed traces of clay fragments on another part of the floor.
If he had seen correctly, the head should not have struck that spot just now...
Thinking back to the Captain-General's strange behavior earlier, Sasakibe understood everything at once.
He turned around and looked speechlessly at Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto, who was holding his teacup and frantically drinking to hide the upward curl of his lips.
"Captain-General..." Sasakibe sighed, his eyes full of helplessness. "Did you break it yourself, then deliberately put it back so I would take the