"Uncle Ten, why are we all monkeys?"
Everyone turns to look at the youth hidden in a white monkey custom. Looking at the map in his hands, he plays with his tail for a while, before coming up with a lie.
"While we look for the Uncle who has your names, we're the Marauder Clan, a group of monkeys who go into a secret chamber to collect items for free."
Tsito turns over to look at the raising sun, leaving Shoji's sons nodding. However, the genius of the family can't help but blink, as she sways her head to the side.
"Marauder? Doesn't that mean a group of destroyers or thieves. From what you told me, all those are bad."
Tsito suppresses his laugh, and turns his unblinking brown monkey eyes toward Ten, who is cooking up a lie.
"We're the Marauders of Justice. We're here to collect the items that were plundered. Afterward, we give them to Xenix so that it can send them to their owners."
Tsito rolls his eyes, as he shakes his head.
