Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning 999 points of negative emotions from Root Special Jonin!
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning 999 points of negative emotions from Root Chunin!
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Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning 999 points of negative emotions from Root Special Jonin!
Watching the chunin whose heart Ye Wu Di had stabbed clean through, the remaining six Root ninjas froze—then their faces turned livid.
Especially the three-man squad captain, his eyes blazing with uncontainable rage.
"A genin brat—not even—killed a chunin?!"
"Impossible!"
The whole area fell silent.
The Root crew, who'd been so sure they had Ye Wu Di cornered, now stood battle-ready.
This terrifying strength, yet he'd played slacker for years, hiding his edge.
This kid hid way too deep!
But Ye Wu Di ignored their wariness completely.
Instead, he shouted righteously, face deadly serious.
"Some other village's spy dares touch Konoha Hyuga's princess—my wife?!"
"Pathetic!"
As he spoke in solemn pose, he casually wiped blood off his wakizashi.
The moment he said it, Hinata—who'd just woken up—blushed crimson again.
Steam poured from her head as she flailed.
"W-wife… ugh, I can't…"
Watching Hinata faint again, Ye Wu Di chuckled, pinching her nose.
"My wife's as cute as ever. Back home, you'll seize the future again."
"…"
The six Root ninjas stared, eyes full of what the hell.
Other village's spy…?
What nonsense?!
He's denying killing his own people!
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning 999 points of negative emotions from Root Special Jonin!
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning 999 points of negative emotions from Root Chunin!
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Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning 999 points of negative emotions from Root Special Jonin!
Whoosh!
Next instant, the squad captain charged with another chunin.
"Attack at all costs!"
"This kid's too fast—he won't die easy!"
"Got it!"
Seeing the two unleash all their chakra for a full-power strike…
Ye Wu Di's tone turned "panicked." His sword hand "trembled" as he backpedaled, "nervously" shouting.
"Holy crap! You can't break your word like that? My secret SOS was this!"
"That guy was a spy! Believe me—I'm an honest guy!"
Seeing his "shaking" sword arm, the two charging Root ninjas smirked.
"Heh heh, chakra running out? Why else would your arm shake?"
"No seven wives' milk to recharge me, of course I'm low! Duh!"
Ye Wu Di deadpanned.
Then he pouted, muttering.
"So shameless—a slowpoke who couldn't catch me all night, laughing at my chakra?"
"With your weak kidneys, you've got the nerve to chase me in the dark with dirty thoughts? Shameless!"
"And your buddy here's solid—brawny, simple-minded. Wait, brain hole! Weak kidneys + brain hole = match made in heaven!"
"…"
The two Root ninjas—who'd thought Ye Wu Di was done—went black-faced.
Even the four barrier-holding special jonin couldn't hold back, yelling:
"Stop yapping! Hyuga guards and ANBU are closing in—finish it fast!"
"His mouth? Boss'll deal with it later!"
They didn't need telling—the captain and chunin knew to go all-out.
But…
This little bastard was too slippery!
Every time their attacks nearly landed, he'd barely dodge.
Soon, Ye Wu Di turned it into a small-area dance-off, hopping circles around them.
He even started humming that viral song:
"Water ballet~ Squat-print stud! Squat-print rice~ Feel it fast!"
"My ride~ Squat-print deal! Not refurbished, bought new~ Hey!"
"Max speed, check it~ Wait, just wrecked your ass!"
"Wake up, ram again~ Muddy bends, slow down~ Mai!"
The two Root ninjas felt helpless but had to dance along, trying to sync and catch him.
The four barrier special jonins? Faces full of disbelief and ghost-seeing shock.
These two idiots are dancing with him?!
But… cough, damn, this beat slaps. My foot's tapping on its own.
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning 999 points of negative emotions from Root Special Jonin!
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning 999 points of negative emotions from Root Chunin!
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Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning 999 points of negative emotions from Root Special Jonin!
As the six Root ninjas' negative emotions skyrocketed…
Ye Wu Di finally hit 23,333 points.
Time to draw!
"Congratulations, Host! You've collected 100,000 negative emotion points!"
"Spend 1,000,000 points for a draw?"
"Draw! Draw spam! One-shot soul-strike again!"
All this "hard work"—for what?
Draws, baby!
Draws only come in billions or infinite.
Not draw?
Impossible!
Spin spin spin…
As he thought it, the giant roulette spun wildly.
Finally landing on… a golden zone!
Ye Wu Di's eyes lit up.
"What's this?"
"WOW! Golden legend!"
"And two at once! Hahaha, I'm the ultimate luck king!"
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for earning…