"You actually did all that behind my back, konoyaro!"
Killer B covered his face, tears in his eyes.
"We weren't hiding it, though you didn't notice."
"If I didn't notice, doesn't that mean you were hiding it? Hmph."
Han and Roshi were still bickering. Their eyes met before both looked away, neither intending to argue here, especially now that each had somewhere to go.
"Anyway, I'm the only one left here now. I'll miss you, even if we're from different villages and haven't spent that much time together. Salute!"
Killer B raised his hand and stood at attention, then burst out the door. With a bang, he vanished in a flash.
What a joke!
He was the great Killer B!
Now he was actually a step behind everyone else. Unacceptable!
He was going to make money too, and build a world-shaking enterprise here in this vast Kusagakure. Then they'd all have to beg him for help.
Hahahahahahaha!
Killer B searched back and forth along the busy streets. He had actually found quite a few places hiring earlier, but they were all odd jobs. He was one of the Shinobi World's top fighters, part of Kumogakure's A-B Combo!
How could he do such low-value work?
He had to do something respectable, something people would envy...
Yet after making almost a full circuit of the City of Divine Descent, he found no company willing to hire him at a high salary. It wasn't that Killer B lacked ability, but that he looked far too strange.
His nonstop rapping, dark skin, strange clothes, and occasional bizarre poses and movements frightened people.
Never mind getting work done-an employee like that would be doing well just not to scare away the customers.
"Uh, so finding a job is this hard, bakayaro..."
Killer B looked