Yui thought for a moment, then said quietly, "Let's follow him outside first!"
"This child seems to have something to tell us."
Nai Hyuga nodded, and the two let the little boy tug them out of the shop.
"Phew..."
Only after realizing they were outside did the little boy let out a long breath.
"Hey, is there something you need?" Nai Hyuga asked, looking down at the child.
"Uh!"
The little boy fell silent for a moment, then stammered, "Um, this place, this place..."
"We don't sell sword techniques here. Please leave!"
The little boy pushed at their backs, then closed his eyes and waved them away.
Nai Hyuga frowned slightly at his words. "Why? The sign above this shop clearly says Samurai Sword Technique Sales Pavilion."
Hearing that, the little boy's eyes darted about. He remained silent for a long while before opening his mouth to speak.
But the next second, tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice trembled. "Actually, actually, we did used to sell sword techniques here."
"But after my grandpa died, we stopped..." he said, choking up.
"The moment my grandpa died of illness, some people who'd been eyeing the shop robbed the whole place."
"Grandma suffered some mental trauma trying to protect those sword techniques, too."
The little boy let out a long sigh. "It's not that we don't want to sell them. We really don't have any sword techniques left to sell!"
As he spoke, he slowly backed away at an unhurried pace.
The next second, before Yui could react, he darted into the shop and shut the door tight.
"Yui, this..."
The two exchanged a glance, seeing the same confusion in each other's eyes.
"Yui, do you think that little boy was telling the truth?"
Nai Hyuga folded her arms in