"But it's only three million. That hardly qualifies as being a kept man..."
Miki Yūya spoke offhandedly as he walked.
Tsunade had actually intended to give him thirty million, but then she thought about it. This was all her own money, after all. Besides, even Asuma, a jonin, was only worth thirty million.
Miki Yūya wasn't even a ninja. Forget commissioning him for a mission-even keeping a civilian like him as a lover, three million was more than enough.
But Miki Yūya didn't know any of that. He just thought the money wasn't enough.
"Konohamaru."
"Hm?"
"Do you know how much the bounty on Asuma's head is on the Black Market?"
Konohamaru froze for a moment, then shook his head.
"Thirty million ryo."
Miki Yūya held up three fingers, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the fine weather.
"Thirty million ryo for the life of an elite jonin, the Hokage's son."
Konohamaru's steps faltered slightly.
Miki Yūya glanced sideways at him.
"So how much do you think you'll be worth someday?"
Konohamaru fell silent for a few seconds. Asuma was so strong, yet he was only worth thirty million. That meant he would have to become much, much stronger.
Then he raised his head, his eyes suddenly filled with the earnest, reckless confidence only a boy could possess.
"At least three hundred million. I'll make the Black Market put a three-hundred-million bounty on me!"
Miki Yūya raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"I'll definitely become strong."
Seeing Miki Yūya's disdain, Konohamaru clenched his fists.
"Stronger than Grandpa, stronger than Asuma.
Three hundred million is just the starting price."
Miki Yūya looked down at the card tucked against his chest.
"Then it looks like the three million Tsunade gave me really wasn't enough."
Cold sweat immediately broke out on Konohamaru's