"What may I do for yo—Mr. Gōketsu! Sir, a pleasure! I'm honored to have you in my shop! Please forgive my rudeness a moment ago, I didn't recognize you. Feel free to stand in the door for as long as you want!"
Lovely, the shopkeeper was panicking. "It's fine," Hazō said. "You were entirely reasonable. I'm just looking for something to read."
"Well, you've come to the right place, sir! Anything you want, I've got it! Deep discounts for Lord Hokage's family, of course!"
"Great! I'd like a copy of Akatsuki's book, please."
The shopkeeper froze and became, if possible, even paler. "Akatsuki's book, sir?"
"Yes, please. I'm curious what someone would write about a group of S-rank ninja. Is it stories, history, or what?"
"Um...sir...I don't have that, I'm afraid. I know I said anything, but I didn't think...um...I've very sorry sir, please don't be angry, I didn't mean to deceive you or—"
Hazō sighed. "It's fine, don't worry about it. How about something else...maybe some math or philosophy?"