C108 I Think Your Arcade Game must be Closed!

"Hey, old classmate, you've always got the scoop and are tight with Lord Grass Kage. You must have met Lord Yuejun, right? What does he look like? Is he as young as the rumors suggest?"

Gong Lizi asked, her eyes wide with astonishment.

It wasn't just Gong Lizi; all eyes turned to Gong Ben.

Everyone was eager to find out if the whispers about Lord Yuejun were true. This enigmatic figure had always been shrouded in mystery.

"I did have the fortune of encountering Lord Yuejun, albeit briefly and just a glimpse of his profile. He seemed to be in a hurry, attending to some urgent matters," Gong Ben confirmed with a nod.

"So, is Lord Yuejun really as young as they say?"

Jin Cou couldn't help but inquire.

"Actually, he might be even younger than you all, or at least thereabouts!" Gong Ben affirmed with a nod.

Everyone inhaled sharply. Rumors were one thing, but having them confirmed was another; the impact was beyond words.

"An Elite Ninja younger than us!"

Guan Shang was staggered, the taste of bitter disappointment in his mouth.

"The legends are true. Such prodigies do exist!"

Jin Cou murmured to himself.

The rest were equally stunned, struggling to fathom the existence of such an extraordinary talent.

"If only he were from my orphanage, I'd have the world at my feet," Gong Lizi sighed wistfully.

At that moment, his thoughts drifted to Yang Ming.

"Thank goodness Gekka Ming's name only shares the 'month' character with Yuejun. Otherwise, I'd be doomed!"

"Next to Yuejun, we're nothing but dirt!"

Guan Shang's face fell, the sense of defeat palpable.

"We're over here scrapping for the top ten spots at the Ninja School, and he's already an Elite Ninja. Some people are just on a different level," Jin Cou said, his voice tinged with the weight of realization. Indeed, in comparison to Yuejun, they felt a profound sense of being outclassed.

"Heh, it's true that people can't be compared to one another; it's all about natural talent, and nobody's at fault. But there's no need to dwell on it too much, after all..."

Miyamoto, noticing the group's spirits were flagging, quickly offered words of comfort.

Just then, an attendant entered and approached Miyamoto.

"Mr. Miyamoto, there's someone outside looking for you!"

"Didn't I make it clear that I'm not meeting with anyone today? Who is it?"

Miyamoto, his conversation interrupted, was visibly annoyed.

"The individual didn't leave a name, but appears to be around five or six years old."

The attendant replied hastily.

"Hmph, a little kid thinks they can come looking for me? Send him packing. Tell him I'm busy."

Miyamoto dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand, then turned to Gong Lizi and the others with a chuckle.

"It's not uncommon for kids to be curious about this place and try to sneak in, heh!"

He laughed, clearly no stranger to such occurrences.

"Sorry, the boss isn't in. Please come back another day."

At that moment, a cold voice challenged the attendant at the door.

"That's a lie. I clearly heard him talking. Fetch your boss, or he can forget about running this arcade!"

The voice carried loudly, catching the attention of everyone in the arcade.

"Fine, fine. I'm curious to see who dares to be so bold!"

Angered by the interruption, Miyamoto, who had been about to resume comforting his guests, stood up and strode towards the door.

He had the wherewithal to run an arcade for many years; he was certainly not someone to be taken lightly.