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["Hey!" Boruto turned to Haimā with a pleading look. "So that's why we came to see you. We want your help!"]

["That Bakura guy is strong. My deck can't beat him yet. But with your Blue-Eyes White Dragon, you could definitely help me defeat him and win back my life! Please!"]

[Haimā did not answer immediately. He lowered his eyelids slightly, a shrewd calculation flashing through his ice-blue eyes.]

[Iwagakure was facing the threat of unknown alien weapons and urgently needed Konoha's support.]

[Boruto Uzumaki, standing before him, was the son of Naruto Uzumaki, the Seventh Hokage. Making him owe an enormous favor would undoubtedly be a very worthwhile investment, both for Haimā personally and for future relations between Iwagakure and Konoha.]

[There were risks, certainly, but the potential rewards could be even greater.]

[After weighing it for a moment, Haimā raised his head and snorted. "Help you? Fine. But I have one condition."]

[Boruto immediately asked, "What condition? Tell me!"]

[A barely perceptible trace of awkwardness crossed Haimā's face. He cleared his throat, shifted his gaze slightly, and spoke in as haughty a tone as he could maintain:]

["Yesterday, I saw a purple-haired girl among the group from Konoha. Have her add my contact information."]

["Huh?" Boruto froze for a moment, quickly running through the friends who had come with him. "Purple hair! Do you mean our Class Representative, Sumire Kakei?"]

[As though Boruto had exposed his secret, Haimā immediately masked it with an even colder tone. "Enough nonsense! Can you do it or not?"]

[Seeing Haimā trying so hard to act cool when he clearly cared, Boruto instantly broke into a bright smile of realization, with a hint of teasing. He slapped his thigh:]

["No problem! Deal!"]

[After Boruto and his group left, Haimā leaned back against his