["Hey!" At this time, Boruto turned to Haimā, with a begging look on his face, "So, we came to you just to ask for your help!"]
["That Bakura is very strong. My deck cannot defeat him for the time being. But if it is your Blue-Eyes White Dragon, it can definitely help me defeat him and win back my life! Please!"]
[Haimā did not answer immediately. He lowered his eyes slightly, a shrewd calculation flashed in his ice-blue eyes.]
[Now Iwagakure is facing the threat of unknown alien weapons and urgently needs the support of Konoha.]
[The Boruto Uzumaki in front of me is the son of Seventh Hokage Naruto Uzumaki. If he owes me a huge favor, it will undoubtedly be a very cost-effective investment for him personally and for the future relationship between Iwagakure and Konoha.]
[There are certainly risks in this matter, but the benefits may be greater.]
[After a moment of weighing, Haimā raised his head and snorted coldly: "Help you? Yes. But I have a condition."]
[Boruto immediately asked: "What conditions? You tell me!"]
[Haimā's expression showed a slight hint of unnaturalness. He coughed lightly, looked away slightly, and said in a tone that was as arrogant as possible:]
["I saw yesterday that among the group of people you Konoha came, there was a girl with purple hair. Ask her to add my contact information."]
["Ah?" Boruto was stunned for a moment, and quickly went through Accompany's partner in his mind, "Purple hair! Are you talking about Sumire Kakei Class Representative?"]
[Haimā seemed to have been told something that was on his mind, and immediately used a colder tone to cover it up: "Stop talking nonsense! Okay, or not?"]
[Boruto looked at Haimā who clearly cared but insisted on pretending to be cool. A bright smile that suddenly dawned on his face and even had a hint of teasing appeared on his face. He slapped his thigh hard:]
["No problem, deal!"]
[After Boruto and the others left, Haimā leaned back on the chair a little tiredly and reached out to pick up the still warm cup of tea on the table.]
[There was a hint of contemplation in his ice blue eyes, and he was about to take a sip to relax his tense nerves.]
[Whoops!]
[A very slight sound breaking through the air!]
[The next second, a small Spider, only the size of a fingernail but extremely delicate in shape, as if made of white clay, landed on the table at his hand with lightning speed and precision!]
[Haimā's pupils suddenly contracted!]
[Bang!!!]
[Although it was not a deafening bang, but a dull, deliberately limited explosion.]
[But at the moment of explosion, an extremely strong and blinding flash of light burst out! The entire Study seemed to be dropped by a miniature sun, and was instantly swallowed up by the dazzling white light!]
[Even with Haimā's composure, he was subconsciously turned to the side and closed his eyes by this sudden attack, and almost dropped the Teacup in his hand.]
["Wahahaha!"]
[A laughter as clear as a bell, but as cheerful as a successful prank came from the stairs above Study.]
[Haimā adapted to the light and looked up with a hint of anger, only to see a petite figure standing there.]
[I saw that it was a little girl who looked very young, wearing a red beret decorated with four-leaf clovers and feathers, with some fluffy short blond hair exposed under the brim.]
[She is wearing an exotic and cute little skirt with red and brown as the main colors, and a bulging-looking leather bag hanging on her waist, with a cute furry doll pinned to it.]
[Her big eyes as bright as rubies are shining with excitement and expectation, and her fair little face is full of a proud smile.]
["Brother Haimā!" The little girl put her hands on her hips, puffed out her chest, and said in a sweet and loud voice, "How about my latest invention Flash Spider Bomb? Are you shocked? Hehe!"]
[Seeing the person clearly, the sullenness on Haimā's face instantly turned into helplessness, mixed with a hint of imperceptible doting. He put down Teacup, stood up, strode over, easily picked up the little one who was still smiling proudly, and let her sit in his arms.]
["Klee!" Haimā's tone was reproachful, but his eyes softened, "How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to test your new invention in the room! Do you know it is very dangerous?"]
[At this moment, the study door was pushed open, and the Sandaime Tsuchikage Onoki walked in slowly, leaning on a cane.]
[He looked at Klee who was held in Haimā's arms and was still giggling, and then looked at the traces of light left on the table and the faint fire Yakumi in the air. He couldn't help but shook his head, with a complex expression of helplessness and nostalgia on his face.]
["Oh, little Klee!" Ōnoki's voice was full of vicissitudes of time, "Your out-of-the-box temperament and your hobby of tinkering with explosives are exactly the same as that bastard Deidara's when he was a child! You can't rest for a moment, and you want to study those weird and surprising bombs all day long!"]
[Not only was Klee not embarrassed when the great-grandfather said this, but she shook her head towards Ōnoki even more proudly. Her short blond hair swayed and she shouted loudly, as if she was declaring some great truth:]
["Because father said Art is an Explosion!!!"]
[Ōnoki was stunned for a moment when he heard this sentence, and then burst into laughter!]
[Soon, the night once again enveloped the remote alleyway of Iwagakure, darker than last night.]
[Boruto Uzumaki stood at the agreed place, his heart beating violently due to nervousness, but his eyes were much firmer than last night, because this time he was not alone.]
[The black mist arrived as expected, quickly swallowing up the surrounding light and sound, turning this place into a dark realm isolated from the world again.]
[Bakura's figure condensed in the surging mist, with a playful and cruel smile on his face, his eyes directly locked on Boruto.]
["Hehehe! I went to the appointment on time, kid." Bakura stretched out his hand, with an ominous black aura lingering on his fingertips, "How is it? Did you bring the Millennium Key I wanted?"]
[Boruto took a deep breath and forced himself to look directly into those malicious eyes. He tried his best to squeeze out a sarcastic sneer on his face: "Thing? Ha! Stop dreaming! This time I am here to completely defeat you! Win back my life!"]
[The smile on Bakura's face disappeared instantly, replaced by gloomy anger, and the surrounding dark atmosphere also became restless.]
["It seems that the pain last night has not taught you to behave well. Since you take the initiative to ask for death, then I will grant it to you!"]
[He raised his hand, Dark Energy began to gather in his palm, and he was about to punish Boruto again.]
["Humph!"]
[A cold snort cut through the solemn dark atmosphere like a sharp sword.]
["It's you, a hidden rat, who dares to engage in such a dirty deed on my territory?"]
[Following this voice full of disdain and majesty, a dazzling white figure descended from the sky under the influence of Ultra-Light-Weight Rock Technique!]
[Haimā is like a white emperor riding the storm, landing in front of Boruto accurately and elegantly, with a pure white cloak flapping behind him, protecting Boruto behind him.]
[His ice-blue eyes are like thousands of years of ice, staring directly at Bakura with absolute condescension.]
[Bakura's face became even more ugly when he saw Haimā, as if he had swallowed a fly. "Haimā!" He gritted his teeth and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you, stay away and mind your own business!"]
["It doesn't matter?" Haimā's mouth curled up with a sarcastic arc, "Konoha is Iwagakure's ally, and what you are stepping on now is Battle City under the jurisdiction of my father Deidara! You are threatening my guests here with despicable means. It doesn't matter? What a big joke!"]
[Bakura's eyes turned completely cold, and the black mist around him surged even more violently: "It seems that you have to wade through this muddy water today, whatever!" A ferocious smile appeared on his face, "Since you took the initiative to send it to me, I will be merciful and give you a chance to become Evil God's sacrifice!"]
["You're worthy of someone like you hiding in the gutter?" Haimā didn't hide his contempt. He suddenly raised his left arm, and the high-tech Duel Disk instantly unfolded, making a crisp mechanical combination sound, and the energy lines lit up with dazzling white light.]
["Zayu, today is your burial place! I will use absolute power to kill you and your Evil God to ashes!"]
["Hmph! What a shame!" Bakura also raised his strange Duel Disk that seemed to be made of bones and dark matter.]
[The eyes of the two collided fiercely in the air, as if Formless lightning burst out.]
["Duel!"]