As if a Mist-nin weren't bad enough, anyone who went around with a name like that was unlikely to be good news. A quick glance back at the stage reinforced that much -- Adela's body language clearly telegraphing unhappy nervousness -- and Sasuke nodded with a deep frown.

"I'm nearly tapped out. How much do you have left to spend?" Any more than what he'd just bid would be drawing on money he'd never intended to touch today. They were interrupted before he could hear Kushina's answer, however, by yet another silver-haired shinobi.

One clearly much more familiar with the man who was causing Adela distress. Sasuke's stance tensed instinctively, expression suspicious.

"And how exactly do you know?"