On the street.
Dave walked in front, with Kakuzu, Kimima, and Sakumo following behind him.
"Kakuzu, you're not getting your share of the profits this month," Dave suddenly said from up ahead.
"Huh?" Kakuzu froze, then veins bulged on his forehead.
"You little brat! You!"
"Do you have a problem with that?"
"No..."
Watching his old father's retreating back as he stormed off, then looking at the Cob Cannon standing on the ground... Kimima slowly swallowed...
"And you. Hand over all your money when we get back," Dave said flatly, folding his arms and looking at Kimima.
Feeling that powerful aura... Kimima didn't dare make a sound. Just wait... I'll wait... I'll wait a few decades... Once Dave gets old... I'll pull out every oxygen tube he's got in the hospital...
Dave now bore a ninety-percent resemblance to Tobirama, with two streaks of red paint beneath his eyes. He wore the same blue armor Tobirama had given him for his birthday last year, and his short white hair fluttered in the breeze. His lean frame and icy gaze made people distinctly uncomfortable, though he still usually wore a smile.
The only way to tell the two apart was that Dave still looked a little immature, but that would probably change once he grew up in a few more years.
"Are you going home, or are you going to help at Teuchi's stall?" Dave asked Sakumo.
"Hmm... Kimima and I will go help at Teuchi's stall first. Teuchi sent a message saying he's got so many customers today that he can barely keep up," Sakumo said after thinking it over.
"Yeah, all right. You two go ahead. I'll go to the Internet Cafe and play with Kagami and the others for a bit. Message me or Tsukimi on Penguin if anything