Shenre Kabe, Konoha Blacksmith
"Kabe's Hammer", Interior
Further confused and intimidated by the suddenly raging jonin woman, the blacksmith closed his eyes and turned away as she banged her hand on his table - nearly splitting the old, weak wood down the middle - demanding and threatening Kabe with what seemed to him to be reckless abandon.
"I-I don't know!" He pleaded, desperate, "S-she came to me. Ami! Ami came to me. She said she was working for the Leaf!"
His words sounded as true as they did pained and despairing. He squirmed in his seat, gritting his teeth.
"Please," Kabe continued, "I-I-it's only been a week! I didn't learn anything. T-those people are w-weird but they seem normal! I ain't no shinobi! C'mon, Miss, please! I got six kids! T-they lost their mother last year, when the Nine-Tails attacked! A-a-and I lost my s-shop, I just re-opened last month!
Please!"
Din Haobei, Traveling Merchant
Konoha Market District, Exterior
"Ah, quite kind of you, Mr. Shinobi!" Din said with warm, kind eyes as he accepted the generous tip, waving back to Niko as the jonin made his exit, "May you enjoy this fine and lovely day as well, may I add!"
With his business concluded, the merchant set about humming to himself once more, immediately moving to fix the vegetable displays he'd somewhat dislodged during his transaction with Niko. One-by-one, the merchant began pulling cabbages and radishes alike, cleaning them again and re-arranging them. Every so often, another customer or two would wander over, buy what they needed, and Din Haobei would set about the whole process again.
Niko's Handycam found itself mixed in with some...older honeydew; though the fruit itself seemed as though it'd been cleaned recently - as Din had hand-washed the cabbage and radish and other products earlier as well - a morning wash couldn't quite hide the age behind the unpurchased product.
Every so often as Din went about his day, bagging product for customers, re-arranging displays and cleaning his wares with a particular passion, the round man would pause - one hand held over the honeydew - and he'd stop to think.
"Oh I should fix this this display is terribly out of order," He'd mutter, concerned, "And I can see dirt beginning to collect overtop the fruit as well...oh isn't this just horrible. Just horrible. But when did I last sell honeydew? Even when I displayed it right up front. Maybe I should just fix up the lemons and leeks again, those are doing well today..."