Kakuzu had been in a terrible mood lately. He had discovered that a powerful new competitor had appeared in the Black Market he frequented, taking every job he had his eye on.
His heart was bleeding... Was that person stealing his money?
That person was stealing his life!
Kakuzu quietly memorized the name: Silver-Faced Asura, a man with a thirty-million-ryo bounty.
Turning in other people's heads for bounties while searching for the other man's whereabouts had become his routine these past few days.
"Mist Village rogue ninja Shuiluo, bounty of five million ryo. A cheap head..."
After comparing the fallen man before him with the bounty notice in his hand, Kakuzu spoke calmly.
He skillfully cut off the man's head and disposed of the body.
Kakuzu seemed to hear a familiar electronic voice by his ear.
"Alipay payment received: five... million... ryo."
This job was complete. Time to head for the next head—no, the next job.
Such was the life of a working man: plain, unremarkable, and dull...
"Shamen, a noble of the Grass Country. Someone has paid ten million ryo for your head. Do you have anything to say?"
With his arms folded across his chest, Kakuzu coldly watched the terrified noble piss himself.
"Y-you're the immortal ninja from the legends of the Underground Black Market? I'm willing to pay twenty million for my own head."
"Hmph! I, Kakuzu, am a man who keeps his promises. You think a mere twenty million ryo can buy me off?"
"If my Black Market colleagues found out, how would I, Kakuzu, ever show my face again?"
The noble gritted his teeth. "Thirty million ryo."
"Deal!"
The noble, who had already resigned himself to death, froze when he saw Kakuzu agree so readily. He wondered if he had misheard.
Kakuzu snorted.
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