What a wasted trip...
Yato was feeling somewhat annoyed as he prepared to leave. But just as he brushed past the other person and reached the mouth of the alley, a slightly low yet clearly articulated voice came from behind him:
"One hundred thousand yen!"
"..."
"..."
"W-what...?"
His steps halted. Yato stood blankly at the alley entrance, frozen in the posture of someone about to take a step but rigidly fixed in place, utterly motionless. He could hardly believe what he had heard, his expression stiff, while a violent storm raged through his mind.
A six-digit number echoed over and over in the sea of his thoughts, crashing against his reason again and again amid a tempest of emotions.
100,000, 100,000, 100,000...
Several seconds passed before he finally clenched his fists with difficulty, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down, adhering to his principle of thinking rationally. Though his expression had already become somewhat strained, he did not turn around. Instead, he answered as evenly as he could:
"I don't know what you mean, but I'm very busy. Please excuse me..."
Well, of course he knew what the other person meant.
Throwing out a price like that was obviously an offer... If the commission had not been to hire someone for murder, Yato would have wanted nothing more than to hug the man's leg and agree on the spot.
One hundred thousand yen! One hundred thousand yen! How much was one hundred thousand yen again... Wait, wait, he only charged Five Yen Coin per commission. One hundred thousand meant he had completed twenty thousand commissions in one go! Twenty thousand commissions! How long would it take him to reach that milestone?!
Even under ideal circumstances, if he could smoothly complete one commission a day, it would