"Lord Qin Yu, how much are these clay jars? I'll take them all."
Hearing Asuma's bold declaration, Qin Yu helplessly rubbed the tip of his nose.
If Asuma found out that he planned to sell these three clay jars for the astronomical price of ten million ryo—
Who knew what kind of expression he would make.
Still, Asuma had helped Qin Yu find a suitable location for his shop this time, so Qin Yu decided to be a little indirect and leave him some dignity.
"Ahem, Asuma, forget it. These clay jars are very expensive, and you don't need to support my business like this. I'm not used to it..." Qin Yu said with a dry cough.
Asuma froze.
Not used to it?
Uchiha Qin Yu, who feared neither heaven nor earth, was not used to it?
Asuma instantly felt the satisfaction of having won.
At the very least, all the frustration and grievances he had suffered back then made him feel as though he had finally vented his anger.
Thinking of that, Asuma could no longer stay calm. He hurriedly put on a serious face and said, "Lord Qin Yu, you're being too distant. We haven't seen each other in so long, and it's the opening day of your new shop. As old acquaintances, we must support you with all our strength—those with money contribute money, those with strength contribute strength."
"Besides, we've saved up a little over the years. Kurenai and I are both Elite Jonin, after all. We may not compare to you, Lord Qin Yu, but our pockets are still fairly full. Just name your price."
"I can buy them as small gifts for Kurenai and Mirai."
As an Elite Jonin of Konoha and the grandson of Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Third Hokage, Asuma naturally knew just