Jijibo and the others listened as Dave bragged about how much allowance he received each month, how little work he had to do, and how wonderful Konoha was. Jijibo was so fired up that he wanted to take his whole gang of brothers to Konoha right then and there.
Dave hurriedly stopped them. They needed to wash first. Covered in shit like that, they would probably get beaten up before they even reached the village gates.
Jijibo and the others had no objections. They would go back, wash up, and then head over.
They had lost ten men in total this time, all to suicide, but neither Jijibo nor the other Bandits said anything about it. As bandits, when did they ever not live in fear? If they could not even handle psychological pressure, what business did they have being bandits?
So they had been sprayed with shit. Big deal. Heh, Jijibo had accidentally licked some during the fight, and he had not complained. So that's what shit tastes like. A little astringent. Fuck, what am I thinking? On the road, Jijibo dropped to the ground and started vomiting violently.
Dave set off again with everyone.
"Kid, where did you get your Sharingan?" Kakuzu asked in confusion, standing beside Dave as he drove.
"Colored contacts. Want some? One thousand ryo apiece. The quality's good, and they sell pretty well in the village. The young guys there wear them to show off. Look, I've got Byakugan ones in my bag too. Want to try them?" Dave freed up one hand and took the colored contact off his eye.
Kakuzu shuddered... They actually sold these things in the village? How had he, the Finance Manager, not known about it? He shook his head and returned to his seat.
He could not stomach