>>5795581>>5795584>>5795587>>5795592>>5795597>>5795598>>5795631What the fuck?
You look at the sniveling little boy. He's crying and looks scared.
You look at your teammates. Masami's hand is in front of her mouth, shocked. She's looking at you to do or say something.
Naoki is stern. He sets the little thief boy down on the ground gently, but holds him firmly by the shoulder so he can't run away or do anything. That being said, Naoki is still hesitant to just slash a kid in the face. His brow is furrowed while he thinks about it.
"Well?" Hikaru says, impatiently. "I'm waiting. Or are you telling me 'no'?"
You wrack your mind, wondering if this is some kind of test. A thought. "... Masami didn't say he stole any jewels. And you couldn't have seen what he stole from here, the stuff goods are already gone. Naoki must have returned them."
"I did." Naoki confirms. "I tossed the stuff back to the merchant as I ran here."
"And so what?" Responds Hikaru. "You don't know what my skillset is, boy. I could have any number of methods to have been keeping an eye on you. I'm a jonin, idiot. Cut the bastard. Now. Or tell me you won't, to my face, and see what happens."
None of this sat right with you. Something was wrong here.
>Do what he says>Refuse>Write in. 