Chapter 122: The Shuriken from Eight Hundred Meters Away

Haruki sized up the casino.

As one of the liveliest places at night, it was no less bustling than a water teahouse (which was actually a brothel).

For different people, these two places each had their own appeal.

After looking around, there wasn't much difference between this casino and the ones Haruki had been to before.

Tsunade was already sitting in front of the gambling table. After hesitating for a few seconds between odd and even, she placed her bet on even.

The dealer was a middle - aged man with a bald head, showing his upper body, and there were blue tigers embroidered on his left and right shoulders.

He held the dice cup and shook it from side to side.

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

Three, an odd number.

Haruki was standing behind Tsunade. Seeing this result, he wasn't the least bit surprised.

In a way, Tsunade's luck was incredibly bad.

It was hard to always win, but it was also not easy to always lose.

Haruki watched for a while, then shook his head, unable to bear to look anymore. She's incredibly bad at gambling.

He turned around, picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and frowned. As expected of a casino, the tea was of extremely poor quality.

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

The gamblers at the table saw him and Tsunade like tigers seeing sheep, their eyes filled with excitement.

They were rich, and their gambling luck was terrible. They had already lost more than ten million ryo.

"Sir, why don't you play by yourself?"

A graceful figure slowly appeared in front of Haruki.

Along with it came a strong fragrance, as if it were from roses.

Haruki turned his head to look at this beautiful female dealer.

Her red cheongsam with a high slit perfectly outlined her voluptuous curves.

He heard many people around swallowing their saliva.

"I don't know how to play."

Haruki shook his head with a calm look on his face.

"Sir, you're joking. It's just guessing odd or even."

The dealer covered her mouth and smiled modestly. With her movement, a wave of charm rippled.

"As long as someone plays."

Haruki pointed at Tsunade, then asked, "Are you the dealer here? Why aren't you up there?"

"I just started working here. I'm filling in for someone. If I shake the dice, will you come and play, sir?"

The dealer stretched out her fair right hand and made a grasping motion in the air, with a seductive look on her face.

"Maybe."

A smile appeared on Haruki's lips.

The dealer immediately replaced the bald man. Amid the cheers of the crowd, she tore open her right sleeve.

Only Tsunade remained unmoved.

She was already fuming.

Her face was flushed red due to the rush of blood.

Haruki watched the performance of this beautiful female dealer with great interest.

In the past, Tsunade's fist would have landed on him.

But at this moment, she was nervously staring at the dice cup.

Another hour passed.

Tsunade lost the equivalent of an Asuma's worth, 35 million ryo.

Haruki pulled her and walked through the crowd, leaving the casino.

"I'm so angry!"

Tsunade cursed and stamped her feet.

"Come on."

Haruki stretched out his hands and held her blushing and warm cheeks.

He could understand this feeling.

It's like when you're on a rampage in a game, but your teammates keep getting wiped out.

Tsunade's mood gradually calmed down.

She tiptoed and licked the corner of Haruki's lips, then smiled and said, "Consider this as repaying your 35 million ryo."

"Is it that easy?"

Apparently, Haruki wasn't the kind of person who could be placated by just a little kiss.

"I haven't even held you accountable for that beautiful dealer yet."

Tsunade curled her lips. Although she was addicted to gambling, she still cared about Haruki.

"Not bad," Haruki said in surprise, then smiled. "Who said she was beautiful?"

"Huh?"

"It's the [Transformation Jutsu]."

Haruki's voice took on a slightly cold tone. He thought the dealer looked familiar.

It was clearly their first meeting, yet he shouldn't have had such a feeling.

He finally realized that the dealer's [Transformation Jutsu] seemed to be imitating Tsunade.

She had a similar figure and charm.

But she was even more alluring.

Tsunade couldn't help frowning. "Maybe she's a shill from the casino."

Haruki didn't spill the beans.

Since someone had brought them some fun, he was of course happy to accept it.

"No wonder I lost so much!"

Tsunade's next words left Haruki not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

You really don't need a shill.

Seeing Tsunade's lips pouted in indignation, he leaned down and gave them a gentle nip.

"Getting angry makes you age faster, you know."

"We're Medical Ninjas," Tsunade gave him a disdainful look.

Haruki remembered that the [Yin Seal] indeed had the function of preventing aging.

The two walked side by side onto an empty street.

The moonlight was bright.

It should have been a wonderful night, but unfortunately, an unexpected third party had intruded.

After turning into a secluded alley, five people dropped down from the sky and blocked their way.

Haruki took a quick look.

They were all Rogue Ninjas.

Two Jonin and three Chunin.

They were from the Kiri Village.

"Let me handle this," Tsunade rushed to stand in front of Haruki.

She was already in a bad mood because of losing money, and now that she had a chance to vent, she naturally wouldn't miss it.

"Hand over all the money on you."

The middle - aged man leading them didn't pay any attention to Tsunade's actions. He had great confidence in himself.

Apart from a few Ninjas, there was no one who could make him afraid.

Moreover, there were two reasons for his coming. First, Haruki had been flinging money around in the casino. Second, he was acting on someone's orders, and this person was scarier than the devil.

"Do you only want money?" Haruki thought for a moment and asked.

"Of course."

The middle - aged man frowned. This guy was too calm, which made him uneasy.

Oh!

Without waiting for Haruki to ask further, he immediately formed hand seals with both hands.

Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Jutsu!

Countless water droplets rose up.

The reason he chose to make a move here was because of the river nearby.

Guided by chakra, the calm water droplets transformed into a raging torrent. After a roar, a huge water dragon spun and rushed towards Haruki and Tsunade.

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

The figures of the five people disappeared.

This was the classic tactic of the Kiri Village.

Haruki stood still.

And Tsunade's body was like a galloping wild horse.

While dodging the water dragon jutsu, she clenched her right fist and punched obliquely upwards.

The next moment, a shrill scream echoed in the mist.

The body of a Chunin completely disintegrated and was blown away by the terrifying Force. He was like a firework, scattering into the sky.

The middle-aged man's pupils contracted violently, and his body trembled slightly.

He had never seen such a ferocious punch.

But he was a battle-hardened veteran. He quickly regained his composure and suppressed his unease. His hands moved rapidly, crossing each other as he channeled his Chakra into his throat.

In the thick white mist, a colossal mass made of transparent river water rapidly expanded and emerged.

Like a waterfall crashing down from the highest peaks, it rushed forward spinning, filling Haruki and Tsunade's view.

Tsunade showed no sign of fear. She lifted her foot.

All of her Chakra was concentrated on her fair, bare foot.

With a thunderous boom.

The waterfall stopped flowing.

The gigantic, elongated water ball was actually kicked apart by her single foot.

Haruki took a sharp intake of breath.

It seemed that he was lost in thought.

He couldn't help but shake his head. Sure enough, his Tsunade at home was much cuter.

The water droplets in the sky formed a curtain of rain, mingling with the white mist. The entire street was enveloped in a hazy gloom.

Just then, a Shuriken was thrown from eight hundred meters' distance.