Hazō, who was in no way feeling jealous at watching Noburi flirt with Yamanaka, decided this was a good time to try talking to Yamamoto.
"Hey, Yamamoto, how are you finding Mist rations? Did you know we used to use the bread rolls to sharpen our kunai?"
Yamamoto looked up. "What do you want, Gōketsu? Going to try and buy my face from me again?"
Ouch.
"I really didn't mean that to come out as an insult," Hazō said. "We made the same offer to all the Leaf teams. And Team Thirteen thought it was perfectly reasonable once we paid them enough."
"The fact that Kunō and the others put a price on their dignity doesn't mean all clanless ninja do, Gōketsu," Yamamoto spat the name like an insult. "There are some things money can't buy. Not that I'd expect you to understand."
"I do understand," Hazō said quietly. "My mother left her clan for love."
Yamamoto frowned. "What do you mean?"
"She was clan heir," Hazō explained. "With all the wealth and power you'd expect. Then she fell in love with a clanless ninja and her family made her choose. She chose."
Yamamoto took several seconds to absorb this.
"What, so you grew up outside the clan?"
"Right. I'm not saying my situation was just like yours, but I didn't grow up as a clan kid, and that's why."
Yamamoto gave him a hostile look. "Don't pretend you understand anything about my 'situation', Gōketsu. Your mother gave you a Bloodline Limit good enough that the Hokage broke all the rules to get you. You had a clan heir training you all your life, which is more clan training than any of us will ever get.
"Do you know who my dad is? He's a cobbler. He used to make sandals for the Leaf military, and when they needed lots of sandals life was good, and when they didn't, we just had to tighten our belts and not buy anything we didn't need. And then a couple of months ago some Nara somewhere decides that a different cobbler does ninja sandals better, and wham, that's half of our income gone forever. Because that's how it works, right? Everything revolves around the clans, and if you're not in a clan, then all that matters is how you can serve the ninja who are."
Nara turned his head slightly, but wisely decided not to get involved.
Unexpectedly, it was Haruno who did.
"Can you not do the thing, Haru? I know Gōketsu is the embodiment of all that is evil et cetera—no offence, Gōketsu—but can't we just have one peaceful dinner without the ranting?"
"Didn't you hear him, Sakura? The Hokage's adopted son who tried to buy our faces trying to tell me he knows what it's like to be poor? How can it not make you mad?"
The look Haruno gave him started out exasperated, but ended up transitioning into... something else.
"Why does it matter?" she asked softly. "All you're doing is howling at the moon. It doesn't change anything, and it just makes the rest of us look crazy. I don't want to keep picking fights with people, at least unless they screw with me or make fun of my forehead or happen to be named Inuzuka Kiba. I just want to train hard, get promoted, and be the next Kurenai-sensei, or Kakashi-sensei, or Jiraiya of the Three, or any of the other clanless ninja who made it to the top because they spent their time on getting stronger instead of going on about how the world isn't fair. Try not being so selfish for a change, Haru."
She turned away, back to her dinner. Yamamoto looked at her as if she'd somehow betrayed him.
Hazō reluctantly abandoned his latest diplomatic attempt and went back to chatting with Akane. It was a tiny bubble of peace to immerse himself in until the next thing went wrong.