I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2274 - 1447: It’s Getting Livelier

At the dinner table, Sakura—the prospective youngest upper-level ninja in Japan—remained in attendance.

That's correct.

She's a ninja, a death warrior; polite etiquette definitely isn't her strong suit.

Whenever ninjas come up, Japanese anime springs to mind.

To be frank, this Sakura somewhat resembles the anime version, sporting tidy ear-length short hair and refined features, yet her face stays utterly blank.

Hmm.

She embodies the death warrior archetype perfectly.

Our earlier "introduction" felt pretty clumsy, but Boss Jiang, being male, holds the clear upper hand here. Sure, some might brazenly whine about being shortchanged, yet Boss Jiang would never stoop to that.

Despite the embarrassment, once you settle down and see her as a machine instead of a fellow human, everything smooths out.

Death warriors lack meaningful gender differences anyhow, much like machines.

"Does Jiang Sang find Sakura beautiful?"

Spotting Jiang Chen's frequent glances at her death warrior, Fujiwara Reiki chimed in, revealing zero jealousy since she's no petty sort.

If jealousy stirred in her, she never would've floated the idea of a concubine.

No test intended here, but Miss Fujiwara stands apart from typical women. A nod from Jiang Chen, and you'd wager she'd stay unfazed even if Boss Jiang dragged another to the bedroom this instant, simply savoring her meal.

Time presses forward; Shen Zhou let countless noble customs slip away down history's stream, while Japan held them fast.

In the feudal era,

polygamy stood as a standard societal norm.

The mighty were fated to claim greater mating privileges.

"How old is she?"

Jiang Chen inquired.

"What does Jiang Sang think?"

Fujiwara Reiki teased, "Does Jiang Sang worry about age?"

Age does serve as a key measure for women, though Boss Jiang avoids such shallowness.

Among the women near him, if not every one, most surpass him in years.

A woman's appeal mustn't get boxed in by mere numbers.

Twenty-year-olds brim with vigor and youth, yet miss the profound allure mature women possess.

"She can't be past thirty."

Jiang Chen pressed on.

Fujiwara Reiki offered no answer, merely smiling mysteriously before suggesting, "Jiang Sang could ask her directly."

Ask her.

That's real finesse.

One casual phrase, and she utters what others wouldn't dare.

Jiang Chen's age question carried no hidden motive—just curiosity over Sakura's martial prowess peak.

The youngest candidate for upper-level ninja sets a standard for Japan's fighters.

Sure, Earth's vital energies don't all gather on Shen Zhou's soil, but without doubt, this Sakura falls short of the Daoist Sister.

Why recall the Daoist Sister?

Picture this.

While tangled passionately with a stunning serpent indoors, a emotionless ninja lurks beyond the wall, ever vigilant.

Feel any fear?

With the Daoist Sister present, such fears vanish; the barely-twenty Daoist Sister outshines any cutting-edge smart lock.

Naturally.

The outcome stayed secure.

Facts confirm Japan's loveliest yet deadliest serpent harbors "affection" for him. Else, post last night's frenzy, he'd logically end up minced for tonight's dish.

"Upper-level ninja ranks as the pinnacle for ninjas, correct?"

Brushing aside the suggestive banter, Jiang Chen kept talking.

What defines true professionalism?

Last night, amid Fujiwara Reiki's cries, they never budged—unlike regular guards who'd charge in sans command.

What ironclad discipline!

Tiny traits unveil the full truth.

Japan's ancient death warrior regimen deserves respect.

"Hmm. Jiang Sang knows his stuff."

Fujiwara Reiki bantered freely, recalling her eavesdropping on Boss Jiang, who hadn't stayed so composed then.

To Fujiwara Reiki likely, Sakura serves more as an instrument.

"Can she hand-form the Spiral Ball?"

Jiang Chen questioned steadily.

"Pfft—"

Fujiwara Reiki burst into laughter, her grin enchanting, "Probably not... Has Jiang Sang witnessed a ninja hand-forming a Spiral Ball?"

"I've seen plenty, like that kid Naruto Uzumaki who masters the Shadow Clone Technique too."

Boss Jiang deadpanned the quip, delighting Fujiwara Reiki till she doubled over, apparently forgetting last night's ravages.

Anime remains anime.

Jiang Chen clearly knows this world clings to a materialistic outlook. Truth be told, he'd run into ninjas previously, even battled them—no mention of flying or earth escapes needed, since he couldn't defeat them at all. Pinned in the restaurant's backyard with zero escape routes, he lobbed a smoke bomb to slip away. That incident truly expanded his worldview, smashing the illusions built by Japanese anime to pieces.

Should Japanese ninjas truly wield Water Escape, Fire Escape, and various ninjutsu, then the Daoist Sister absolutely ought to execute Sword Flight and Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect.

"Heh heh heh heh..."

Fujiwara Reiki, not aiming to flatter, struggled to stifle her giggles but failed completely. Amusing such an enchanting beauty this much reveals Boss Jiang's sharp wit. Still, Sakura at their side kept a blank face, utterly composed, her demeanor confirming Japanese ninjas' storied prowess.

"Jiang Sang, you make me more and more fascinated..."

After finally reining in her laughter, Fujiwara Reiki murmured with adoration, cheeks flushed from mirth, her stare at Jiang Chen hot enough to dissolve anyone.