Can't you just waive my room fee?
Mirai imagined all sorts of poses in his head to deal with the innkeeper who wanted him to pay, but after thinking it over, he worried the innkeeper would mistake his methods for insanity and kindly send him off in a car to a mental hospital. Or he would be propped up by a psychiatrist as he shouted, "I'm Mirai! I'm so awesome I blow up the sky! I'm invincible!" while the doctor urged him on and warned, "You can't stop taking your medicine."
Just thinking about it was humiliating!
Hey, wait—were there psychiatrists in this world full of Hokage?
Of course, the most likely outcome was that he would be taken straight to some official place nearby, thrown into prison, and then meet a bunch of perverted inmates!
Mirai thought about it and genuinely scared himself. So he decided not to open the door. Even if they forced it open, he would play dumb and say he was an idiot. As for the person who had put him in this room yesterday, he knew nothing!
The more Mirai thought about it, the more reliable the idea seemed. As for losing face or whatever?
Heh, in this dangerous society, if you cared about saving face, you probably wouldn't even survive three episodes on TV!
"My lord, I'm afraid Mirai hasn't woken up yet. Don't worry about him. Let's go eat first!"
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from outside the door. It was Xiao Yi, the woman beside Naraku.
"Yes, my lord. I'm worried that Mirai lost so much blood. It's not just the curse. Let's not get too involved with him."
Another woman spoke. It was Xiao Er, another of Naraku's employees!
At that moment, Mirai finally understood that the uncle named