"What?? Ten thousand ryo for one lunch?? Why the fuck don't you just rob us?!" Ōnoki stared at the menu in front of him, at all those zeros, then at the waiter, the Black-Faced Buckle Ghost, and roared in fury.
Kakuzu paid him no mind and reached up to wipe the spit off his face.
"Today is the second anniversary of Lord Hokage publishing his paper on the Will of Fire. So the village is getting far more visitors than usual, and naturally, prices have gone up. Are you eating or not?" Kakuzu calmly spouted nonsense.
Following Dave's guiding principle of fleecing outsiders to within an inch of their lives—yes, Comrade Kakuzu had learned well.
"...Yes... we're eating..." Ōnoki stammered, his hands trembling...
"All right. Iwagakure brought a total of one hundred and forty-three people. Including you, that makes one hundred and forty-four. At ten thousand ryo a meal, that's one million four hundred and forty thousand. Oh, I forgot. A few of your people had the deluxe lunch, at one hundred thousand each. I did the math. It should be two million forty thousand," Kakuzu said slowly, taking out a calculator.
"???" Ōnoki was even more bewildered. Even I, the Tsuchikage, wouldn't dare order a deluxe lunch! Which bastards had the nerve?
"Sort your own problems out yourselves. They've already eaten those deluxe lunches, so there are no refunds," Kakuzu said slowly, having naturally noticed Ōnoki's expression.
"So. I'm Kakuzu. Pay up."
Ōnoki clutched the money in his hands for dear life... Smiling, Kakuzu gave it a hard yank, then turned and left.
It was time to find the Raikage.
After lunch...
A and Ōnoki stood together, both utterly silent...
"How much did you spend on lunch?" A suddenly asked.
"Two million forty thousand. What about you?" Ōnoki