"By the way… do you have anything fun here?" Isamu paused mid-step, turning back with a faint smirk as he looked at the receptionist.
"Fun?" she blinked, caught off guard. "What kind of… fun are you referring to?"
Isamu raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me a place like this has nothing going on. I don't buy that."
"…Oh." She froze for a second, then quickly understood. "I see. What exactly are you looking for, sir?"
Her tone stayed polite, but there was a subtle shift in her expression.
Isamu caught it immediately.
"I'm just here to gamble," he said flatly. "Nothing else."
The receptionist's smile remained, but the look in her eyes turned colder.
"I'm sorry, sir. We're a legitimate business. We don't offer those kinds of services."
Isamu let out a quiet chuckle.
"Really? A place this big survives on room bookings alone?" He leaned slightly on the counter. "I've got money. A lot of it. If your boss finds out you turned away a customer like me… you think you'll still have this job?"
He turned as if to leave.
"…Wait."
She hesitated for a moment—then made her decision.
"I'll have someone guide you."
Isamu turned back, amused.
"Didn't you just say this place is 'legitimate'?"
Her expression tightened slightly.
"We don't allow those activities openly."
"…Right." He smirked. "So you're worried I might be here undercover?"
"Undercover?" she frowned.
"To investigate you," Isamu clarified.
"…I see." She studied him for a moment, then shook her head slightly. "No. I don't think so."
The disdain in her eyes became more obvious this time.
Isamu sighed.
"Forget it. Just get someone to take me there."
"Tch… fine." She waved a hand. "Someone—take him to the VIP section."
A staff member stepped forward immediately.
"This way, sir."
As Isamu followed, he paused briefly and glanced back.
"One last thing," he said calmly. "I'm not the kind of person you think I am."
"I wasn't before. I'm not now. And I won't be."
Without waiting for a reply, he walked off.
The receptionist stood there for a moment, frowning.
"…What a strange guy."
Then she shook her head.
Anyone who comes here to gamble can't be that decent.
---
Isamu followed the staff member down a hidden passage.
"So it's underground…" he muttered. "No wonder I couldn't find anything outside."
"Of course," the guide replied. "Gambling isn't permitted here, so everything's kept out of sight."
"Then why ban it at all?" Isamu asked casually. "Other places don't seem to care."
The man hesitated, then answered.
"Too many people lost everything. Some even sold their families trying to recover their losses."
"The town mayor stepped in and banned it."
"…Figures."
Isamu narrowed his eyes slightly.
"So many losers… you're not rigging the games, are you?"
The guide stiffened.
"Of course not! Everything here is fair. Win or lose—it's all luck."
"…Sure."
Isamu didn't bother arguing.
A casino that doesn't cheat? Yeah, right.
---
They reached the third underground level.
The moment he stepped in—
He stopped.
"…Now this looks more like it."
Bright lights, lavish decor, rows of tables, dealers, and attendants—everything screamed money.
"Guest, we only accept cash," the guide said, glancing at him. "You…"
"Who are you looking down on?"
Isamu casually pulled out a thick stack of bills—one hundred thousand—seemingly from nowhere and waved it in front of him.
The guide's attitude changed instantly.
"My apologies. Please enjoy your time."
He quickly stepped away.
---
Isamu wandered into a crowded area first.
"Big! Big! Big!"
"Small! Small!"
He pushed through the crowd and glanced at the table.
"…Dice."
"Guess big or small."
He clicked his tongue.
"If a Hyūga were here, they'd clean this place out with the Byakugan."
"…Though they'd never lower themselves to it."
He paused.
"…Wait."
"The Sharingan tracks chakra flow. Can it see through this?"
Curious, he activated his three-tomoe Sharingan and focused on the dice cup.
A moment later—
"…Nope."
He sighed.
"Yeah, that's where the Byakugan wins."
He moved on.
Blackjack tables.
Cards.
More luck-based games.
"Not worth it," he muttered. "Too many variables."
If the house interfered even slightly, you could lose everything.
And he wasn't here to donate money.
After a full round of observation, he finally stopped.
Two games caught his attention.
"Roulette… and Fan-Tan."
Roulette—simple.
Pick a number, land the ball.
With his vision and control, hitting a target wasn't impossible.
Fan-Tan—counting covered pieces.
With the Sharingan's dynamic vision, reading subtle movements and positioning was more than enough.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"…Yeah."
"Now this is how you make money."
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