"Hand it over to Konoha? Takahashi… you really don't get it."
The moment Takahashi mentioned giving the money to the village, Isamu's expression turned cold. Out of all that money, he was offering it to Konoha instead of him? Was this guy stupid?
"N-No, no! It's yours—it's all yours!" Takahashi immediately corrected himself, bowing his head over and over. "As long as you spare my life, everything I have belongs to you!"
Isamu waved a hand dismissively. "Relax. I'm not interested in your life—or your entire fortune. Just give me the ten million we agreed on."
"Y-Yes! No problem! I'll have it sent to you right away!"
"Have it delivered to Room 404 upstairs," Isamu added casually, already turning to leave.
"Yes, yes! Right away!"
Takahashi immediately ordered his men to prepare the money—fifteen million in total—before collapsing onto the floor, completely drained.
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Upstairs, Isamu passed the front desk without saying a word and headed straight to the fourth floor.
The receptionist watched him go, her lips curling in disdain.
That gambler… he must've lost everything already. And he's still acting like that?
Not long after, she saw a group of men hauling stacks of cash—more money than she'd ever seen in her life—coming up from the underground level.
She quickly stepped forward. "Hey, what's going on? Why are you carrying so much money? Where are you taking it?"
"You didn't hear?" the leader said. "Some guy just cleaned out the boss—won over ten million—and even killed the boss's ninja backer. We're delivering the money to him."
Her eyes widened. "What?! That strong? Where did someone like that come from?"
"Doesn't matter. Just get out of the way—we need to move. If we're late, we might not live to regret it."
"Wait, I'll guide you," she said quickly. "I know the rooms."
"Fine. Room 404. Move."
"404…" she muttered. "Why does that sound familiar…?"
Before she could think further, she was already being dragged along.
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Inside the room, Isamu lounged on the sofa, sipping tea.
"Luxury hotels really are something," he muttered. "Made over ten million in a single trip… way faster than missions. At this rate, I should just visit casinos whenever I need money."
Knock knock.
"Sir, we're here to deliver the money. May we come in?"
"Come in."
The receptionist froze the moment she heard the voice.
That voice… why does it sound so familiar?
Click.
The door opened—and the moment she saw the person inside, she froze.
"You?!"
Isamu raised an eyebrow. "Wasn't someone just talking outside? Why'd it suddenly turn into you? Don't tell me you were pretending to be a guy earlier."
"I'm a woman!" she snapped. "Forget that—what are you doing here?! You've got the wrong room! Get out—now! There's a dangerous man staying here!"
She grabbed his arm and tried to pull him out.
The men behind her went completely stiff.
Isamu looked at them. "You sure this idiot works for your hotel?"
"Uh… she probably doesn't know what's going on yet…" the leader said awkwardly.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" he barked at her. "Open the door properly!"
"I am helping!" she snapped back. "This guy came to the wrong room—I'm trying to get him out!"
Then she turned to Isamu again. "What's wrong with you?! I'm trying to save you here!"
At that point, the men nearly dropped the money in shock.
Is she insane?!
"Enough."
A burst of Chakra exploded from Isamu.
The force pushed her back instantly, while the others dropped to their knees in fear.
"Leave the money. Get out," Isamu said coldly. "She stays."
"Yes, yes! Right away!"
They fled like their lives depended on it.
---
The room fell silent.
Isamu slowly turned to look at the still-stunned receptionist, a faint smirk on his face.
"So? Still planning to drag me out?"
"You… you're the one?" she stammered. "The one who won over ten million… and killed the boss's ninja?"
"What else did you think?"
She immediately covered her chest, panic in her eyes. "I'm warning you—this is the Land of Fire! If you try anything, I'll scream!"
Isamu blinked. Then sighed.
"You've got quite the imagination. Relax—I'm not interested."
He pointed at the pile of money.
"Take five million and leave. This place isn't for you."
She stared at him in disbelief. "You're… just giving it to me?"
Then her expression turned suspicious.
"You're not trying to buy me, are you? I won't sell myself for five million."
"…Seriously?" Isamu rolled his eyes. "Fine. Don't take it. Saves me the trouble."
"Hmph. Who said I wouldn't?" she shot back. "I'll take one hundred thousand. Not a cent more."
She picked up exactly that amount.
Isamu chuckled. "Suit yourself."
With a flicker of space, the rest of the money vanished into his Kamui dimension.
She froze for a moment at the sight—but quickly recovered. Ninja techniques were strange like that.
"Alright. I'm leaving."
She walked to the door—then paused.
Turning back, she asked, "Can I know your name?"
"Isamu. Uchiha Isamu."
She nodded.
"My name is Haimeng. Duo Chuan Haimeng."
She hesitated for a second, then added softly:
"Thank you… for the money. I won't forget this."
Then she left, quietly closing the door behind her.
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