Inumaki stands beside Panda, his uniform covering his mouth as usual. A bored expression painted Inumaki’s face as he stands still.

His gaze shifts from Panda then to the side as he hears the gravel crunch beneath someone’s feet, his bored expression changes into a slight surprised one as he sees you approach him and Panda.

“Salmon.” Inumaki spoke, raising his left hand and waving at you. It was usual for Inumaki to speak in rice-ball ingredients because of his cursed technique.