Jiraiya frowned when he saw what she looked like.
An Evil Ghost Mask? So she was wearing a mask. When I spotted her from a distance earlier, I thought her face was black!
"You vanished without a trace after running into us on the street. How is that not running away?" Jiraiya countered.
Yui chuckled softly at his words.
"Tch, who cares about you guys? I only came back here to buy something. If you don't believe me, ask the shopkeeper!"
Jiraiya turned his gaze toward the shopkeeper in front of him.
"Shopkeeper..." he began to ask.
Before he could finish, the shopkeeper had already answered.
"Yes..." The shopkeeper nodded slightly.
"Then why were you hiding from us at the shop entrance just now?" Jiraiya asked again.
Yui froze at his words.
"Hmph, can't answer that, can you? You were definitely hiding from us!"
Yui faltered, then swept her gaze over the shelves in front of her.
She grabbed an item at random and waved it at the three outside.
"When I was outside, I suddenly remembered something I needed to buy. That's why I came in!"
"Shopkeeper, how much is this?" Holding a thick piece of fabric, she asked the shopkeeper near the entrance.
"You..." Jiraiya was left rather speechless by her shameless behavior.
"Are you... sure you want to buy that? It's very expensive!" the shopkeeper reminded her quietly.
Yui frowned at his words.
"How expensive?"
"Eight hundred ryō!" The shopkeeper held up eight fingers in front of Yui.
"Eight hundred ryō?" Yui stared blankly at the thick black fabric in her hands.
This thing was worth eight hundred ryō?
If I'd known, I would've picked something cheaper.
She felt like crying, but no tears came.
There was nothing she could do. She had already picked it, so