After the shopkeeper wrapped up the clothes, Mirai opened the envelope directly. Inside was a stack of banknotes.
After taking out a 1,000-ryo note, he tossed the envelope to the shopkeeper. "That makes exactly 4,000. Take it!"
"Ah, very good." The shopkeeper accepted it and counted the notes. The smile on his face grew even wider.
"Stop!"
A furious shout suddenly rang out.
"W-What?" The shopkeeper staggered in fright.
However, Murakami's eyes were wide open as he stared at the envelope in the shopkeeper's hands. His conviction only grew stronger.
Yes, yes! So that was it, Mirai! No wonder you were being so generous—you were even using the funds Hokage-sama allocated for our mission!
Murakami pointed at the envelope, then glared at Mirai while panting heavily. "That's our mission funding! How dare you spend it all by yourself?!"
Rock Lee's expression darkened. He had originally thought Mirai was some hidden local tyrant, but it turned out he had been living large on their money.
"Oh, money is meant to be spent." Mirai replied indifferently. Then he picked up the wrapped clothes and walked out without looking back.
"Damn it!" Murakami cursed before chasing after him.
Rock Lee sighed softly. This time, he was disappointed in Mirai.
He had thought someone with such a crane's tail would give him a surprise, but he was still just mud that couldn't be plastered onto a wall.
After catching up, he saw Murakami talking beside Mirai, while Mirai simply turned a deaf ear, acting as though he could not be bothered to respond.
"No real ability, but he sure knows how to put on airs!" Rock Lee reached his final conclusion about Mirai.
Konoha itself was not large, and before long, they had left the village.
After leaving the village, Mirai remained silent as