Chapter 3

Nevertheless, there was a need to focus upon the current reality, resulting in the expected look of surprise which blossomed on Mikoto's unassuming face.

The one who called himself Nagatha was prepared to succeed. In a moment this sorry fellow would prostrate themselves in revelation of the wondrous prospects of his proposal. What happened next far exceeded his expectations, however.

"Can it make money?"

Sputtering, the now flustered Nagatha was startled by the outrageous fixation on worldly desires. What he offered was far more profound. How could a student rely on such paltry sums?

Gradually regaining his composure, thought to himself, "Until now he was forced to struggle to survive, I can't expect Noble origins like the heroes of old."

Nodding with this conclusion, he then prompted to return Mikoto's question,

"Of course you can make money with martial arts. Lazy asses with no background? Ha! Even my weaker peers could make mountains with a pick of the nose, how could my disciple be called a beggar?