She said urgently, "Let's prioritize completing the mission. It doesn't matter who the captain is. The mission is what matters!"
"Hmph!" Haruki Murakami snorted coldly. Now that things had come to this, he could only let it go.
Mirai had originally wanted to teach Haruki Murakami a lesson and make him understand what seriousness meant, but when he saw this, he could only shrug and keep moving.
When Mirai reached the streets of the city center, he looked around, intending to buy a set of clothes. The outfit he was wearing was already tattered beyond repair, and everyone else looked at him strangely.
"Hey, what are you doing? If you want to buy rations faster, who's responsible for the delay?" Haruki Murakami's expression was imposing.
"I'm in charge," Mirai said bluntly, then continued on until he finally found a decent shop.
"Ah, isn't this Mirai? You should have changed your clothes ages ago. I just brought in a batch of new goods. Let's see if you like them."
The moment Mirai entered the clothing store, the shopkeeper uncle rushed over to greet him.
Mirai nodded, casually picked one out, and went inside to change.
Haruki Murakami snorted coldly outside, then looked at Rock Lee and said, "Why aren't you taking my side? Do you really want to be commanded by trash like him?"
"Hehe, just endure it. When we return to report the mission, you can slander him in front of Lord Huo Ying." Rock Lee was helpless. His and Haruki Murakami's original captain had died during a mission. Recently, he and Haruki Murakami had been carrying out missions together. This time, Lord Huo Ying had assigned them a captain. Mirai was the last person they could tolerate.
It wasn't just Haruki Murakami who was dissatisfied; even she had some