After hearing the outrageous condition about serving plates in a little pink apron, Sasuke's ashen face instantly turned a purplish liver color. He was so furious his lungs felt ready to burst, his chest heaving as he spat a mouthful of bloody, muddy water onto a broken rock beside him. Gritting his back teeth, Sasuke glared at Sen Senju crouching in front of him and forced a ragged, breathy shout from his throat. "In your dreams! Even if I bleed to death in this filthy pool with my arm cut off and get eaten by turtles, I'm never wearing those disgusting rags to serve plates! Just take a knife and kill me now! Make it quick!"
Sen picked at his ear, which itched from the shouting, then casually slapped Sasuke's mud-covered face with his big palm. The sharp crack carried far through the night and left half of Sasuke's face numb. "Well, well. Quite a temper on this stubborn mule." Sen grinned, looking positively punchable. "Here I am, bringing aid and comfort out to the countryside, and this unlucky brat won't even appreciate it. Fine, no pink floral print. How about a little maid outfit with black lace trim instead? Guaranteed to double the customers you pull into the ramen shop at the village entrance. Old Teuchi would be grinning from ear to ear."
Lying in the mud pit, Naruto heard that and burst out laughing, popping the bloody bubble dangling beneath his nose. His severed arm stump was soaking in the yellow water, and he twitched with pain, but that didn't stop him from joining in. "Brother Sen, that's genius! Sasuke's got such delicate skin he looks like a girl already. Put him in a little skirt and he'll definitely look prettier than the women in the village!" Sasuke's