"Kid, just sell me the darn thing; don't try to be clever about it. I'm not here to debate whether it should be called Magic Cigarette or not. You are not asking questions; you are here to sell."
Even though Aoto was a little upset, he didn't complain and pulled the first joint. He presented them and stated
"The house has this law. The first thing won't cost you anything. If you like it, you can return the next time and then pay to purchase the thing."
With no consideration for the possibility that this might be the policy, Arisu tightened his fists because he believed the young boy was indirectly telling him that he lacked money.
"Do you want to get hit, kid? Simply state the amount. If you fear I don't have the money, I'll pay in advance."
Aoto was startled. He simply repeated the rule that the first item was free, so why was this man acting so defensively when it came to the financial aspect?
"I'll give you the joint for free . But if you want to pay you may buy this bread. This cigarette has been sold alongside the bread ever since I opened the shop. Since this is a bakery, bread is always the main item on the menu."
Arisu was prepared to give this boy a lesson since he was becoming irrationally angry. The lady who had been holding his arm from the side lifted his sleeves at that point. She could clearly see that the boy was telling the truth when he said that the first cigarette was on the house.
When Arisu was about to throw a punch, he stopped and turned to face his lover. She gave a headshake. When given the cue, Arisu relaxed.
"Give me the Magic Cigarette and the Bread."
Aoto was grateful that she spared him because he had noticed this tiny movement. Aoto didn't mean himself when he said "him." He meant this Uchiha guy. The system had already said that he was invincible inside the shop and if this guy punched him, the shop would have retaliated.
And it would have been difficult to explain how this man was attacked by someone who was unable to produce chakra within his body. He was certain that the Anbu knew about his cigarette and had been keeping a check on him by this point since the Uchiha had learned about it, but it didn't matter to him in any case.
He was just concerned about the money and potential benefits from the system.
The only other unique incident that day was this one.
The Uchiha family was eventually permitted to leave the house and began doing their duties as the village policeman.
The following day.
The same Uchiha lad returned, along with the regular clients. After a brief verbal altercation with him the day before, Aoto didn't anticipate his return. However, he made the assumption that the man might have tried his joint and was now unable to shake the sensation.
"Kid, sell me 20."
Aoto gave him an open-mouthed stare. The average tip requested around here is 10 or 11 at most. This person requested twenty? Was he on some sort of high? Whatever the case, 20 joints would be expensive.
"Are you certain? If you purchase 20, you won't be able to purchase for the following 2.5 weeks."
"What? Why does that matter?"
"I only provide these in limited quantities. First of all, because these items are uncommon and I produce them myself, and secondly, because this item is addictive. I won't sell you again if you buy 20 right away."
"Are you for real? You manage a store. If someone wants more, you should give them more."
"Although I apologize, this is the policy."
"Who developed this policy?"
"I did!"
Arisu was astounded by the child's chutzpah. The gossip about them was already going around, and now this child was also "looking down" on him. He was about to strike the child when he realized that there were a lot of people around, and if he did, not even the police would be able to intervene.
"Sell me the 20 okay?"
As he wrote down his name in the register and made sure that he couldn't make the following transaction till the time had passed, Aoto nodded and sold him the remaining items.
Seven days later
In the evening, Arisu appeared at the store's entrance. When he arrived, he made sure no one was present.
"Sell me 10 more."
"Huh!!" When Aoto received the "order," he was busy checking the inventory and making notes in a notebook.
"You are .... You? Didn't I tell you to come after two and a half weeks? Ten days are still remaining." Despite the fact that a week had passed and he had seen several different faces recently, Some of them were actually Uchiha's as well. Aoto still didn't forget this guy.
Not all of them were haughty, but this particular type stood out since he was the first to treat him badly.
"I'm sorry, kid, but I'm out of time. We can part ways if you sell me an additional ten."
"There is no other direction I am heading. I have to keep up with this store." Aoto gave a sincere response.
Arisu was growing more and more upset and enraged with each passing second. After obtaining the joints, he wished to depart. He finished the entire set in a week since he couldn't resist the joints any longer. He desired more now.
"I'll say it one last time, kid. This is not going to end well, so sell me more." Arisu nearly yelled.
"I apologize. I can't. I don't renege on my promises."
"You are a piece of shit."
Arisu extended his hand in order to struck Aoto. It was there he realized how powerful the system was!!
It was because the time had slowed down. Everything around him came to almost a screeching halt.