Sogo Doma had every reason to suspect that this guy was using the excuse of snatching the Weekly Shonen Jump in his hands when, in reality, he wanted to sweep up every 18+ magazine in the store. And he had proof!
"Doma, what do you mean by that? Are you doubting me, the heir to the Hattori Clan...?" Hattori Hanzo naturally refused to admit it.
However...
"Hattori, before you say that, could you stop your nosebleed first? If it keeps flowing like that, you might go into shock..." Sogo Doma pointed at the blood continuously pouring from the other man's nose.
"What kind of joke is that? Do you think a ninja would go into shock over such a minor injury as a nosebleed? You're looking down on ninjas too much..." Ninjas lived by the blade. As one of the finest modern ninjas, Hattori Hanzo did not think he was weak enough to go into shock from losing a little blood through his nose. So he retorted—quietly, but passionately.
"Hattori, if a nosebleed is such a minor injury, then why are you tilting your head back right now?" Sogo Doma was just that blunt.
"I'm not tilting my head back to stop the nosebleed. As a ninja, I must observe my surroundings at all times. Blind spots in my vision, such as the ceiling, often conceal enemies. Oh, right, could you get me a bottle of ice water? Or take me to the washroom..."
"Sorry, but personally, I don't see any reason to help someone trying to steal my Weekly Shonen Jump..."
"Doma, think of our friendship! Would you really disregard all those wonderful times we had just for one copy of Weekly Shonen Jump?" Before Sogo Doma could finish, Hattori Hanzo, still tilting his head back, spoke with a