"Those! Where did those underpants come from?!!"
The gambler roared in choked terror, as though he had seen something utterly horrifying.
"Sir, that was the little gift included with the food delivery you just ordered," Ōtsutsuki Moon hurriedly explained.
"Quick! Throw them away!"
"Huh? Why would you throw them away?" Ōtsutsuki Moon asked, heartbroken.
But they were a token of my sincerity! I wore those underpants for a full two hundred years. Why would the customer throw them away... boohoo... this hurts so much...
"You... urgh... urgh... BLEURGH!" The gambler lay on the floor, wailing in agony and vomiting up heaps of unidentified matter...
"Mr. Ishigami! I had another serving of your food made. This time, I specifically asked the shop owner to include the little gift you wanted. I hope you'll be satisfied, and I hope you'll leave me a positive review." Just then, a yellow light flashed, and Minato walked into the casino with the food delivery in his hand completely unscathed, calling out.
I hope Kushina won't blame me for coming into a casino... a positive review... boohoo... Minato took in the casino around him, his feelings a complicated mess...
"Over here, over here!" Hearing Minato call out, Ōtsutsuki Moon hurriedly shouted back without stopping to think.
Minato's eyes lit up when he spotted Ōtsutsuki Moon, and he hurried over to him.
"Sir, where's the customer?"
"This one on the floor."
"Huh?"
"What kind of little gift is this?! Urgh! All three of you are responsible! I'm filing a complaint! Urgh! I'm leaving you negative reviews! Urgh!" The gambler shouted, vomiting between every few words.
"Please don't leave me a negative review, sir! Wait, a little gift? There wasn't a little gift in that last order. I even asked this gentleman to tell you that. When