"The reason I can sell it at this price is because my 'Suzuka Tavern' is a century-old establishment. How can your wholesale price be the same?" The young owner's voice became a bit sharper. "Go look elsewhere and see if anyone will buy your wine of unknown origin."
Sajin Komamura was silent for a moment, then said, "I can work in your shop. Just for a little something to eat..."
The young man seemed to think of something, and his expression softened. "If you can provide me with a long-term supply of orange wine, then the price can be negotiated... the purchase price can be increased a little..."
Komamura shook his head. "I will not be returning to Inuyama."
The young man sneered. "Then there's nothing to talk about. I don't need any help here. Besides, with your appearance, I'm afraid you'll scare away all my customers!"
He waved his hand impatiently. "Don't block the way, you're bad for business!"
Just as Sora was about to take the opportunity to speak with Komamura, the tip of Komamura's nose, hidden beneath the bamboo helmet, twitched.
His keen canine nose caught a scent from the distance. His expression immediately changed. Without another word to the young man, he hurried away.
Not long after he left, four figures wearing bamboo helmets appeared from the other end of the street.
They stopped when they passed the 'Suzuka Tavern.'
"Sajin Komamura stopped here for a while," one of them said.
"I smell orange wine..." said another.
"It must be the wine that Komamura brought out."
"Never mind that. He didn't leave long ago. After him!"
The four strange figures in bamboo helmets chased off in the direction Komamura had gone.
Kyōraku Shunsui retracted his gaze from the window. "Those strange people with the bamboo helmets, they must be the Warewolf Clan, right?"
Sora and the others had keen hearing and had heard the entire conversation outside clearly.
"It should be them," Yamamoto nodded lightly. "This old man visited them when I founded the Gotei 13. I designated Inuyama and the surrounding area as their territory, and they made an agreement with me not to actively harm Shinigami or the residents of the Rukongai."
Sora asked curiously, "I haven't heard much news about the Warewolf Clan over the years. It seems they rarely leave Inuyama, don't they?"
Yamamoto replied, "Indeed. This clan lives in seclusion in Inuyama and almost never leaves. To see them here today is a rare sight."
Those few warewolves seemed to be in a hurry and must have had urgent business, but Yamamoto had no interest in prying.
After the four finished their meal, they left the 'Suzuka Tavern.'
At the same time, in the river outside the Suzuka district, slowly rising bubbles broke the calm of the water's surface.
The bubbles gradually approached the riverbank. With a splash, a figure wearing a bamboo helmet crawled out of the water.
Sajin Komamura had escaped the district by diving into the water.
He had left in such a hurry to evade the pursuit of his clansmen.
He had gotten into some trouble a while ago, and the matter had been reported back to the clan. As a result, they had sent people to capture him and bring him back.
But if he were caught and taken back like this, he would probably be locked up, and it would be very difficult to get out again.
Komamura didn't want to go back just like that. He couldn't stand the life of hiding in the mountains and wanted to make his own way in the world. If possible, he even wanted to become a Shinigami.
"Thankfully, there's a river. The current can wash away my scent. They shouldn't be able to catch up with me for now," Komamura thought to himself.
He took off his bamboo helmet, revealing a head that resembled an Akita Inu.
In his left hand, he was still holding a large, struggling fish. The fish was plump and weighed at least ten pounds.
He had caught it while swimming in the river.
Komamura looked around the riverbank and decided to walk downstream. He needed to find a suitable place to hide, rest, and build a fire to roast the fish.
...
At night, Komamura found a suitable spot on a barren mountain.
He had discovered an abandoned shrine there.
The shrine was quite dilapidated. Part of the roof had collapsed, and broken tiles and wood were scattered on the ground. It was clear no one had taken care of it for a long time.
The statue of the deity inside had fallen over and was also in a state of disrepair. It was impossible to even tell what god it depicted; its shape was just strange, not human-like.
Komamura left the main building and found an overgrown graveyard behind it.
There were old and new grave mounds and tombstones, but even the newest grave was covered in weeds.
The banyan tree by the graveyard had withered, leaving only dry branches. A few rows of crows stood on the branches, staring intently at the intruder.
Caw, caw, caw—
The piercing cries of the crows occasionally rang out from the dead branches.
"No one should come to a place like this at night," Komamura thought.
After confirming the area was deserted, he found some firewood and started a fire.
However, as he was roasting the fish, he heard human voices and smelled human scents.
"Oh my, oh my. I told you there was a fire here. Can you smell that? It should be roasting fish. This really is a good place to rest. Let's spend the night in this shrine."
"Your nose is sharper than a dog's."
Komamura heard the conversation from the front of the shrine and quickly grabbed the bamboo helmet beside him and put it on.
"Why would anyone come here at night..." he sighed inwardly.
He had wanted to find a deserted place to rest, but he hadn't expected that making a fire here would be seen by passersby at the foot of the mountain, attracting them over.
Komamura looked at the fish he was roasting, somewhat reluctant to part with it. But since the people outside were not his clansmen, he didn't leave immediately, deciding to finish cooking the fish first.
His ears, hidden under the helmet, twitched. He sensed someone approaching the graveyard.
"Smells great! Is someone roasting something back here?" Kyōraku Shunsui said, walking past the shrine and into the back.
"Tsk, tsk, roasting fish in a graveyard?" He saw the fish on the fire and the figure in the bamboo helmet, and he marveled at the sight.
Sora followed behind him and also saw Sajin Komamura roasting the fish.
He couldn't help but feel a bit surprised. He hadn't expected to run into him again so soon.
Sora recalled that Komamura seemed to have received a great favor from Yamamoto in the past, and from then on, he had been fiercely loyal to him.
It now seemed very likely that this event would happen during this 'study tour.'
"That's a big fish! It looks good. Can you share half with us?" Kyōraku, ever shameless, directly struck up a conversation. "I can pay for it."
Komamura acted very aloof, saying only two words: "Help yourself."
He had been hungry for most of the day and didn't really want to share, but to avoid conflict, he agreed to the request.
As a member of the disliked Warewolf Clan, Komamura lived a somewhat restrained life.
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