Yousuke grit his teeth and bit down the disparaging remarks that threatened to bubble past his lips in response to the man's flippant attitude. Like it or not, the corpulent bastard was a paying client of Soragakure and Yousuke was obligated to pay his respects, however begrudging. He plastered a smile onto his face but was summarily unable to stop the glare from reaching his eyes. He forced his gaze downward and chewed on his lips, lest he anger the merchant any further. He would not be able to build up his reputation in Soragakure if his first mission ended with a demerit for unprofessional conduct.

"Of course Mitsuyo-san, we will double up our efforts to protect you for the remainder of of the journey," he ground out in what he supposed was a respectful tone.

Again, avoiding Mitsuyo's eyes, Yousuke took point and continued toward home, ignoring the injuries in favor of completing the mission as soon as feasibly possible. "I would be in a better condition if that girl hadn't done something to me..." he thought bitterly. However, try as he might, he could not think ill of the girl who had lost her life on their nigh-disastrous mission. They had not gotten along but Yousuke had been taught better than to spit on the memory of the recently deceased.

She deserved that much at least.