"What? Five thousand taels? Why don't you just rob me?" the shopkeeper growled as soon as he heard Naruto.
"Fine. Just you wait. I'll see you at the Konoha Military Police Force. You're finished..." Naruto pretended to leave, looking furious.
Seeing how impulsive the man was, the shopkeeper lost his temper.
"Come back! I agree! I'll take the loss, all right?"
Only then did Naruto reluctantly turn around. "But now I'm wondering if I'd get more compensation by making this public."
The shopkeeper was practically fucking crying at that. He regretted everything.
"No, no, no, buddy! I was wrong! I can't let this shop close! How about this... I'll pay you 5,000 taels and throw in a custom alarm clock worth 3,000. Would that work?"
"Really?" Naruto asked hesitantly.
"Yes, damn it! Absolutely!"
"All right, then. You're getting on in years, and I know life isn't easy. Consider this a lesson. Be fair when you do business next time."
"Ugh... That's three days of work down the drain."
The shopkeeper took out an exquisite, handcrafted brown box. With a pained look, he handed it over and asked, "By the way, you're that little girl's father, right?"
At this point, Naruto answered without even thinking. "Yes, the seven- or eight-year-old in a black dress with a long ponytail. That's right. I'm her father."
"Fine. Just my rotten luck."
With the five thousand taels safely in hand, Naruto tucked the exquisite wooden box into his arms.
As he left, Naruto even smiled at the shopkeeper. "I'll be back next time."
The middle-aged shopkeeper: I'm fucking losing it.
Naruto left the supermarket area, met up with Sasuke, and released his Transformation Technique.
"Here. Under my fierce moral condemnation, the shopkeeper confessed that he'd given you the wrong product. He felt so guilty that