Chapter 206. He's Still in the Hospital

Chapter 206. He's Still in the Hospital

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And as for the next matches…

Just as Yuto had imagined…

Crazy!

Completely insane!

Everyone has gone mad!

Someone used poison to confuse their opponent and ultimately won.

Someone used Lightning Release to paralyze their opponent, stalling for time.

Someone with a pair of Sharingan cast a genjutsu, making their opponent play exactly the tiles they wanted.

Someone used a family-secret technique to control their opponent—while the audience couldn't see it, their shadow had already connected to their opponent.

Someone even built a chakra wall to prevent interference. Among them… a meticulously crafted dog-headed earth wall received unanimous praise from the spectators.

Brilliant!

Ninjutsu was flying everywhere.

The First Mahjong God Cup of the Ninja World… was completely out of control.

The number of injured players carried out each day was countless. It was said that the hospital was packed to the brim.

Ordinary people who witnessed it were left trembling in fear.

What the hell is this?!

The only fortunate thing was that this wasn't a life-or-death battle, so most injuries weren't severe.

It was also lucky that the tournament was held at the Chunin Exam venue from the start—otherwise, an ordinary location wouldn't have been able to withstand this level of destruction!

At this point—

Even watching the matches had become a high-risk activity.

In just a single day, over ten thousand reports had been filed.

Yuto also felt they had a point, but… the tournament was already beyond his control!

He was just an ordinary rich man!

"Yuto, these ten thousand reports… they're demanding a refund of their 100 ryo registration fee!" Suzune said helplessly. "They claim it was their last bit of hard-earned money, and they have nothing left! If we don't refund them, someone will hang themselves again! Based on their account history… these [Little White Man] seem to be the same victims from the last pyramid scheme scam!"

"???"

Yuto was stunned.

These guys really aren't doing their job properly!

Instead of destroying the ninja world, collecting Tailed Beasts, or saving the Otsutsuki, they actually joined a mahjong tournament?!

What are they even trying to do?!

No wonder Madara didn't dare to make any reckless moves before finding a successor—he probably realized these guys were completely unreliable!

But still…

Why did Madara leave so suddenly this time?!

"Ah! They're all just poor people…" Yuto sighed sorrowfully, shaking his head. "Leave it to me! Don't worry, the Yuto Group is a company full of love—we absolutely do not exploit people's suffering for profit!"

With that, he immediately logged in and took over the [Little White Men]'s complaint.

[Hello, I'm Customer Support Agent 007. We have received your complaint and are processing it immediately!]

[How long will it take?! Hurry up! We have ten thousand brothers here!]

[Due to the high volume, your request is being processed. Please wait…]

[Hurry up!]

[You are currently in the queue…]

[…..]

[You are currently in the queue…]

Meanwhile…

Somewhere in an underground cave…

A group of [Little White Man] stared blankly at the message:

[You are currently in the queue…]

What the hell does this mean?

Queue for what?

Shouldn't they just refund the money and be done with it?

"…They're not trying to avoid paying us back, are they?"

One [Little White Man] voiced his suspicion.

"No way~ It says we're in the queue, right?"

Another [Little White Man] hesitated.

Immediately—

"That's right! That's right!"

"No way they would scam us!"

"Such a big company! No way they would lie to us!"

"Has anyone received the money yet?"

"Send a spore clone to check."

Then—

One day later.

Based on the gathered information… all the White Zetsu were still in the queue!

"I contacted customer service! They said there are too many people, and some have already been queued up for a hundred years."

"A hundred years?! Are they just refusing to pay us back?!"

A certain White Zetsu once again voiced his doubts.

Besides them, Black Zetsu, and Kaguya-sama, who else could even live that long?

"No, they said if we want it faster, we can choose the second option—applying for a refund using a discount voucher. For every 1,000 ryo, you get a 100 ryo discount~"

As soon as the words fell… All the White Zetsu fell silent.

"Dark! It's too damn dark!"

"So heartless!"

"That 100 ryo… was it easy for us to earn?!"

"This is the 100 ryo that everyone worked so hard to collect! I really thought that with so many of us playing against ourselves, we would surely win!"

"Yesterday, one of our brothers… he accidentally got hit by a ninjutsu! If I hadn't carried him and run, he would've been exposed!"

"How tragic!"

Miserable howls of White Zetsu echoed throughout the cave.

"Even darker than Black Zetsu!"

"I suspect we were scammed by them back then, and they refused to return our money!"

"That makes sense!"

"It has to be them! Damn that Uchiha Yuto… we must have been under a genjutsu when we got scammed!"

"Should we kill him?"

As soon as those words fell—

The White Zetsu stopped talking, as if they had all thought of something. Then, they exchanged glances. A moment later, their eyes narrowed simultaneously, and they let out an eerie, chilling laugh.

"Hehehe~"

The sinister laughter filled the entire cave…

Except for one White Zetsu, who was busy practicing drawing, and Black Zetsu.

Black Zetsu let out a helpless sigh, staring at the group of White Zetsu with a face full of speechless frustration.

A sense of sorrow welled up inside him.

To this day…

They still hadn't found a successor for Madara.

In his heart, he started to miss the days when Madara-sama was still around.

…

 "Achoo."

Yuto rubbed his nose, feeling as if someone was eyeing his money again.

But after a moment, he dismissed the thought.

Too many people were after his money. It was nothing new.

Sitting in the audience stands, he watched the clattering mahjong matches below. As for why he wasn't watching from up close?

It's too dangerous!

Ever since that Nine-Tails mahjong match, only the truly strong could remain on the competition floor.

Poison techniques, ninjutsu, and ninja tools were flying everywhere.

One wrong move, and you could end up on a stretcher.

And he was just an ordinary businessman. What business did he have being down there?

After these past few days of matches—

The tournament had now reached the Top 64 stage. Tomorrow, after the Top 16 matches, the Final 4 would be decided. And then… the Mahjong God would be crowned.

No choice.

Four people at a table—each round, only the last one standing was the winner.

After watching the matches for the past few days, Yuto's heart had already gone numb to the unrecognizable tournament.

And now—

He was watching Uchiha Obito's match.

"This is a battle of fate!" Beside him, Shiranui Genma took the senbon from his mouth and sighed. "I never thought that the unexpected Chunin Exam that year would continue in this form."

Since this was the Konoha Village spectator area, all the Konoha ninjas were seated here.

For example—Kabuto and the unexpectedly advancing Nono were seated nearby, along with Suzune, Kana, and Konan… all of whom had already made it to the next round.

Even Pakura had advanced!

But since she was the leader of the Sunagakure team, she wasn't sitting here.

This was the second round of the Top 64!

"If Obito doesn't advance, then only Kakashi will make it to the Top 16 from our team," Ebisu adjusted his glasses and shrugged. "Such a pity. I really thought someone from our side could win that 10 million ryo prize!"

As soon as he finished speaking—

Everyone else nodded regretfully.

If they got that 10 million ryo…

Each of them could afford to buy a Fire of Wastefulness (an expensive luxury item).

Suddenly—

Kurenai seemed to recall something. She furrowed her brows and asked, "By the way, where's Asuma? I thought he was participating too—why haven't we seen him these past few days?"

The moment she asked—

Shiranui Genma and the others fell silent, then laughed and looked up at the ceiling together.

This made Kurenai even more confused. "Did he go out on a mission?"

"No, no! He said he'll be here for the Top 16 matches tomorrow!"

"Then where is he? Why haven't we seen him these past few days?"

"Oh, him~" Shiranui Genma sighed, put the senbon back in his mouth, and shook his head with a deep sense of emotion. "…He's still in the hospital."

"???"

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