Nobara was still trying to get the name of Takeru's mysterious shampoo.
Takeru simply sat there, casually running his fingers through his hair.
"I have supply crates of them."
Everyone paused.
Yuji slowly turned toward him.
"…Crates?"
Takeru nodded.
"Yep."
Nobara stared.
"How much shampoo do you have?"
Takeru thought for a moment.
"Enough."
"That doesn't answer the question."
"Several crates."
Yuji blinked.
"Why do you need several crates?"
Takeru shrugged.
"I like having a supply."
Nobara looked at his hair.
Then at him.
"So you're telling me…"
She gestured toward him.
"You have an entire stockpile of this stuff?"
"Yep."
"Just sitting somewhere?"
"Yep."
Yuji laughed.
"You prepared for the shampoo apocalypse?"
Takeru nodded seriously.
"Exactly."
Nobara shook her head.
"You have enough cursed energy to fight a god, multiple techniques, Six Eyes…"
She pointed at his hair.
"…and your greatest concern is apparently running out of shampoo."
Takeru smiled.
"Priorities."
One of the Shoko's laughed quietly.
"Where are these crates?"
Takeru looked toward her.
"Safe."
Nobara narrowed her eyes.
"That sounds suspicious."
"It's not."
"Where?"
Takeru smiled.
"I'm not telling."
Nobara groaned.
"Of course."
Takeru leaned back against the bed.
"But don't worry."
He ran his fingers through his hair.
"I've got plenty."
Yuji laughed.
"Good. The apocalypse can wait."