Wasted trip...
Yato was somewhat frustrated and ready to leave. However, just as he brushed past the other person at the alley's exit, a slightly low yet distinctly clear voice came from behind:
"100,000 yen!"
"..."
"..."
"Wha-what..."
His steps halted, and Yato stood dazedly, almost frozen mid-step at the alley's entrance, not daring to believe what he just heard. His expression was equally frozen, while his mind was overwhelmed by a violent storm.
A six-digit number repeatedly reverberated in his thoughts, ceaselessly assaulting his rational mind with a stormy barrage.
100,000, 100,000, 100,000...
After several seconds passed in this manner, he then struggled to clench his fists, took a deep breath, and forcibly calmed himself to adhere to the principle of rational thinking. Although he appeared slightly discomposed, he still didn't turn around, instead responding in the calmest tone he could:
