Yamamoto Kaito logged into the Naruto interface at the Continental Hotel and completed his daily sign-in, receiving 30,000 copper coins as a reward.
"Upgrade to VIP2 to enjoy double sign-in rewards?"
The prompt popped up again, and Kaito sighed in resignation.
It wasn't that he wanted to be a flashy high roller—it was that he honestly didn't know how to recharge the system's currency. With no better option, he reluctantly closed the notification.
With John Wick's Token of Contract in hand, Kaito checked out of the Continental Hotel.
Night was falling, but instead of visiting his agency—which Iruka Umino was running for him—he decided to drive his beloved Mercedes-Benz 300SL to a spacious 200-square-meter penthouse apartment he rented in the Chrysler Building at 405 Lexington Avenue, Manhattan.
He had once considered the Starry Mansion on Fifth Avenue, drawn by its policies that excluded non-African Americans from renting or purchasing. An apartment devoid of African Americans had an undeniable appeal to him.
Curious, he checked if any of the key figures from the Marvel Universe resided there—but no such "Starry Mansion" existed on Fifth Avenue, and none of those people appeared in that world. Honestly, it was a small disappointment—but it kept him from competing with other travelers in that universe.
By dusk, Kaito arrived at Lexington Avenue and slowly drove into the Chrysler Building's underground parking garage.
The security guard spotted Kaito's car from afar and immediately raised the barrier, offering a smile and a respectful nod.
The reason was simple: Kaito's 1954 Mercedes-Benz 300SL with its iconic gullwing doors was unmistakable. He was the only resident who'd dare drive such a priceless classic.
Purchased from a bankrupt millionaire, the car had traveled only about two thousand kilometers and was impeccably maintained—perfectly roadworthy.
To Kaito, a car was meant to be driven, not a museum piece hidden in a garage.
As he parked and stepped out, a sudden murderous aura hit him.
Gunfire rang out. In a flash, Kaito drew a kunai from the Naruto space and chopped at the incoming bullets.
Clang!
The bullets ricocheted off his blade.
Next, he hurled a shuriken that pierced the shooter's neck immediately, killing them.
Despite going down, the shooter's finger never left the trigger, spraying bullets across the neighboring cars.
"Bastards!" Kaito muttered, skillfully deflecting the hail of bullets and saving his car's life.
All this happened in the blink of an eye.
Barely catching his breath after saving his prized car, four more gunmen appeared, opening fire on Kaito.
Bullets rained down.
Fortunately, the moment he spotted them, Kaito quickly formed hand seals and executed a substitution jutsu, evading the hailstorm with ease.
Only his beloved Mercedes was reduced to Swiss cheese.
The four gunmen stared dumbfounded as Kaito transformed into a wooden stump before them. Their fingers froze mid-trigger, unaware of what had just happened.
Suddenly, Kaito emerged beside one, slashing their throat with a kunai—death was instant.
The other three barely turned before Kaito ghosted in, slicing all of their throats.
With all five gunmen dead, the parking garage fell silent.
No more enemies showed. Kaito approached his car, eyes tracing the countless bullet holes. His heart ached.
That was a cherished antique—would it be salvageable?
Ignoring the mangled classics, Kaito focused on the audacity of his attackers.
Peering at the fallen foes, he guessed Russian origins—and immediately blamed Viggo Tarasov.
"Damn Viggo!"
He had left his shuriken at the scene as a signature—a warning to Viggo that Ninja Kaito had saved John.
What was meant to intimidate backfired, drawing Viggo's men straight to his doorstep.
Once he knew the target, the rest was easy.
Kaito pulled out his phone and dialed.
"Charlie, five dinners for the Chrysler Building parking garage."
"Yes, now."
He hung up. Moments later, his phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and answered.
"Kaito, is that you?"
"John. It's me."
John's voice was low, heavy with sorrow. "I should have killed Viggo. That bastard sent men to kill my old friend Marcus—he saved me at the Continental yesterday."
"Kaito, Viggo might come after you too. Be careful."
Looking at the five bodies lying still on the ground, Kaito said, "Already taken care of."
"What?"
"Viggo's men? All dead."
Hearing that, John said, "Good to hear you're okay. I'm going to settle things with Viggo—then we'll talk again."
John ended the call.
The dial tone told Kaito his friend was set on vengeance.
He looked again at his battered car, muttering, "If someone wants you dead, I won't waste the kill credit—but your debt's on the Russians."