[h2][color=fff79a]Iwao - Eastern District[/color][/h2]

Should have seen that coming.

A frenzy had well and truly started now, the going offers ratcheting higher and higher...

[i]4200!

4300!

4500!

4800![/i]

Aaaaaand careening right out of Iwao's workable range. As the singular, lone minnow amongst a swarm of sharks with fresh chum in the water, he knew his hard ceiling of 5000 yen wasn't going to cut it— Not with the multitude of established housewives joining the fray. Oh well. Was a bit of a long shot anyway. With the usaual window of opportunity fast drawing to a close, when there was a crowd like this they'd fight tooth and nail for anything they could get their hands on. Iwao was outgunned, simple as that. No point in fighting it.

Plainly, amidst the cascade of numbers that sailed in towards one of Tenoroshi's most experienced auction ears ([color=fff79a][i]heh[/i][/color]), young Arizawa unfurled the note, contemplating the perfectly legible, eminently reasonable price. Even in his haste, while distracted by this impromptu bout of multitasking, Captain Belo's penmanship and folding skills were impeccable. While weighing options, the blonde idly compared it to his own undisciplined scrawl in the back of his head.

[color=fff79a][i]Guess that tracks. He [b]did[/b] have to issue orders through origami cranes while under heavy enemy surveillance...[/i][/color]

1200 a pound worked, especially with such a frenzy surrounding the unagi. Snapper wasn't quite the storied delicacy compared to the eels, and he'd not really heard of its myriad health benefits, but a catch was a catch. Fish oil was good for midterm time, right? So long as they got it, Belo's fresh catches weren't stinkers.

He pocketed the note, trading it for his wallet. When the good Captain's eyes passed over him next, he nodded and held up three fingers.

It ought to be enough for everyone.