Otsutsuki gritted his teeth...
Wasn't it just working a month for one day off? What was the big deal? Back when he, Ōtsutsuki Moon, worked for the Ōtsutsuki Clan, he'd barely had any time off at all. One stretch of work, one day off—he could accept that. He could accept it.
Ōtsutsuki Moon comforted himself inwardly...
Shukaku looked at Ōtsutsuki Moon impassively, and Moon felt an immense, invisible pressure bearing down on him.
His boss was clearly such a tiny little fellow, yet for some reason, Ōtsutsuki Moon felt an overwhelming invisible pressure, and the look in Shukaku's eyes was deeply intimidating.
"All right, second question. You should have a certain amount of strength. Honestly, as far as I'm concerned, people in the Shinobi World have pretty lousy manners. Violent incidents happen in the casino every day, but I don't want them affecting my regular business, and I don't want to attract those damned Uchiha Police Officers. If a dispute breaks out, what should you do?" Shukaku continued.
"I... would try to mediate the conflict between the customers, speaking to them as gently and respectfully as possible so they could let go of their anger?" Ōtsutsuki Moon swallowed as he answered.
"Bullshit! What the hell was that? I want you to restrain them without making a scene, drag them into the alley behind the Shukaku Casino, and beat them up. Give them a punch and they'll behave. They'll learn not to cause trouble. Can you do that?" Shukaku barked, his brows tightly knitted.
"...Yes, yes, yes! I'll keep that firmly in mind. I've got it. I can do that," Ōtsutsuki Moon said, hastily nodding.
"As long as you can. Third question. I see you're applying for a dealer position at my casino. Tell me what you bring to the table.