The inventory of their personal wealth goes exactly as expected: Itachi steps forward first, silently tossing a meager handful of spare coins onto the stone. His deep pockets are practically empty after weeks on the road. Deidara violently shakes his pouch, but only a single, lonely silver piece clinks onto the table. "That's all I've got left after buying premium explosive clay ingredients last town, un!" Konan counts out a small stack of bills from her own reserves. It's an organized pile, but it's barely enough to cover a single week's worth of basic flour and water. Kisame shrugs, turning his pouch completely inside out. A few stray copper coins roll across the ledger. "Don't look at me. Samehada's upkeep isn't cheap." Every eye in the room slowly turns back to Kakuzu, who remains entirely unmoved by the pathetic display of pocket change gathered on the table. "The collective total is pathetic," Kakuzu rumbles, closing his ledger with a heavy, definitive thud. "It will not cover the baseline security seals, let alone food. As I said before, my personal bounty hoard stays where it is. If the rest of you cannot manage your funds, you can learn to track targets on an empty stomach." "You cheap old bastard!" Hidan roars, gripping his scythe. "We're going to starve because you want to hoard coins like a dragon?!" "It is called financial discipline," Kakuzu retorts coldly, his green eyes flashing in the dim torchlight as the argument threatens to tear the roof off the hideout.