Chapter 122

Haruki surveyed the casino.

As one of the most bustling places at night, it was as lively as the tea houses, also known as brothels.

For different people, each had its own charm.

After looking around, Haruki found nothing significantly different from the other casinos he had visited.

Tsunade was already seated at a gambling table, hesitating for a few seconds between betting on even or odd before placing her bet on even.

The dealer, a middle-aged man with a bald head, bared his upper body, revealing green tiger tattoos on both shoulders.

He shook the dice cup vigorously.

After everyone placed their bets, he slammed the cup onto the table. Under the tense gazes, he lifted the cup.

Three, odd.

Standing behind Tsunade, Haruki was not at all surprised by the outcome.

In some sense, Tsunade's luck was extraordinarily inverse.

Winning constantly was hard, but losing continuously was equally difficult.

Haruki watched for a while, then shook his head, unable to bear watching any longer.

She was ridiculously bad.

He turned around, took a sip of tea, and frowned. True to being a casino, the tea was of poor quality.

An hour later, Haruki calmly took out 100,000 ryo.

The gamblers at the table, seeing him and Tsunade, looked at them as if they were tigers seeing sheep, their eyes full of excitement.

Rich and with terrible luck, she had already lost over ten million.

"Customer, why not try your luck personally?"

A graceful figure slowly appeared before Haruki.

Along with her came a strong scent, seemingly of roses.

Haruki turned to look at the beautiful dealer.

Wearing a high-slit red cheongsam, her curves were perfectly outlined.

He heard quite a few gulping sounds around him.

"I don't know how to play."

Haruki remained calm, shaking his head.

"You must be joking, it's just betting on even or odd."

The dealer covered her mouth, laughing demurely. With her movement, waves seemed to ripple.

"As long as someone is playing."

Haruki pointed to Tsunade and asked, "Are you a dealer here? Why aren't you up there?"

"I'm new, filling in for someone. If I were dealing, would you join?"

The dealer extended her white right hand, making a grasping motion in the air, her expression alluring.

"Maybe."

Haruki smiled.

The dealer immediately replaced the bald man, and amidst the cheers of the crowd, tore off her right sleeve.

Only Tsunade remained unfazed.

She was already too invested, her face flushed red with anger.

Haruki watched the beautiful dealer's performance with great interest.

Normally, Tsunade's fists would have landed on him by now.

But at this moment, she was intently watching the dice cup.

Another hour passed.

Tsunade had lost an Asuma's worth, thirty-five million ryo.

Haruki took her hand and led her through the crowd, out of the casino.

"So infuriating!"

Tsunade cursed and stomped her foot.

"It's alright."

Haruki cupped her flushed cheeks with his hands.

He could understand the feeling.

It's like playing a game, where you perform exceptionally, but your teammates keep messing up.

Tsunade gradually calmed down.

She stood on tiptoe, kiss the corner of Haruki's mouth, and smiled, "Consider this as repaying your thirty-five million ryo."

"That's not enough!"

Haruki clearly wasn't satisfied with just a small kiss.

"I haven't even questioned you about that beautiful dealer yet!"

Tsunade pouted, though she was deeply into gambling, she still cared about Haruki.

"Not bad." Haruki was a bit surprised, then smiled, "Who said she was beautiful?"

"Huh?"

"It was a transformation jutsu."

Haruki's voice turned cold. He found the dealer somewhat familiar.

Though it was the first time they met, he shouldn't have felt this way.

He realized the dealer's transformation was mimicking Tsunade.

The figure and demeanor were quite similar.

But even more seductive.

Tsunade couldn't help but frown, "Maybe she was a shill by the casino."

Haruki didn't reveal the truth.

Since someone brought fun, he would gladly accept it.

"No wonder I lost so much!"

Tsunade's next words made Haruki laugh and cry.

You don't need a shill to lose.

Seeing her pouting in anger, Haruki leaned down and kiss her lips lightly.

"Being angry makes you age faster."

"We are medical ninjas." Tsunade rolled her eyes at him.

Haruki recalled that Yin Seal indeed had anti-aging properties.

They walked side by side to a deserted street.

Moonlight was shining softly.

It should have been a beautiful night, but unfortunately, they were interrupted by a third party.

Turning into a secluded alley, five people descended from above, blocking their path.

Haruki glanced at them.

All rogue ninjas.

Two jonin, three chunin.

From the Hidden Mist Village.

"Let me handle this."

Tsunade eagerly stepped in front of Haruki.

Still angry from losing money, she wouldn't miss the chance to vent.

"Hand over your money."

The middle-aged leader didn't care about Tsunade's actions, confident in his own abilities.

Other than a few ninjas, nothing scared him.

Besides, he was here not only because of Haruki's display of wealth at the casino but also under someone's orders, someone more terrifying than a demon.

"You only want money?" Haruki asked, considering.

"Of course."

The middle-aged man frowned, slightly uneasy at Haruki's calmness.

Before Haruki could ask further, he quickly formed hand seals.

Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet!

Countless water droplets rose.

He chose this place because of the nearby river.

Under the guidance of chakra, the peaceful water droplets turned violent, forming a huge water dragon that roared and charged at Haruki and Tsunade.

At the same time, the jonin behind the middle-aged man formed hand seals, and a thick white mist descended.

The five figures disappeared.

Classic Hidden Mist Village tactics.

Haruki remained still.

Tsunade, like a wild horse, dashed forward.

Dodging the Water Dragon Bullet, she clenched her right fist and punched upwards.

A scream echoed from the mist.

A chunin's body disintegrated, shattered by the terrifying force, scattering like fireworks into the sky.

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, his body trembling slightly.

He had never seen such a ferocious punch.

But he was a battle-hardened ninja, quickly regaining his composure, suppressing his unease, and swiftly formed cross hand seals, channeling chakra to his throat.

Within the white mist, a massive transparent water construct appeared.

Like a waterfall crashing from a high mountain, it spun and filled Haruki and Tsunade's vision.

Tsunade faced it without fear, raising her foot.

All her chakra concentrated on her white bare foot.

With a loud bang, the waterfall split.

The massive water bullet shattered with one kick.

Haruki took a deep breath, thinking of something.

He shook his head, indeed, Tsunade at home was more lovable.

Raindrops formed from the dispersed water, creating a rainy scene with the mist, dimming the entire street.

At that moment, a shuriken was thrown from eight hundred meters away.