"Red 21!" Yami's face lit up in surprise, some real and some feigned, raising his arms in the air as his number was called. The people gathered around the wheel cheered at the sight, this being the third such call he had made since he sat down a few minutes ago. The man behind the wheel sounded enthused, but Yami could see in his eyes the anger he was beginning to feel. It was amusing to the old man that he'd get so angry over such a trivial thing as a game. It's not like it was his money that was being lost, it was the business' money that was being sapped by Yami like a leech.
With a satisfied groan he would reach over and collect his total earnings. "I suppose it's time I got going then. Can't push my luck." Every time he won, he had just laid the money back down for another bet. After three victories, he was walking away with much more than he had sat down with. Eight full, five pound bags of silver. Ryo was not the only thing used for payment in this town. The big deals were done with silver, gold, and salt since an ounce of any of those substances was worth many thousands of ryo. This place just happened to be one of those places, though that wasn't exactly an accident. Yes, the establishment would not be happy with losses like that.
This particular building was a casino and restaurant hybrid. The owners were foolish enough to not put a cap on their roulette wheels, not believing anybody would get lucky enough often enough for the winnings to become that big of a deal. But they had never encountered Yami before, and he didn't want them to ever do so. So he left before the heat could be deployed. Not that he was complaining, he had managed to walk away with close to one million ryo worth of silver from three quick games. Not a bad haul, and just enough to buy some more cargo on the way back home. This time it'd be something good and expensive, something that'd make him a pretty penny when he got back.
First though, he needed to find that which belonged to him. And in order to do that, the shinobi from Konohagakure would have to find him first. Going after his property alone probably wasn't a good idea, especially when you aren't young and spry anymore. A few minutes away from the spectacle he had created, Yami turned down an alley and produced a scroll from a seal etched into the inside of his index finger. He unrolled it quickly and placed all but one sack of silver onto it. On the scroll was a seal written ahead of time for this very purpose, and within ten seconds of producing the scroll it would be back inside the seal on his finger. The eighth sack sat on his hip, acting as his coin purse.
The old merchant was wearing thick woolen pants dyed black, a result of spending so much time on a boat. One needed something thick to stay warm in the tumultuous waters of the sea to the Land of Fire's east. Black leather boots polished to a shine covered his feet, with the interior being fur lined for comfort and insulation both. His pants were held up with a fine quality, black leather belt with a katana resting on his left hip. The sack of silver and his coin purse of regular ryo sat on his right hip. This was all mostly covered by a jacket created out of the skin of some kind of reptile. It was a dark red color and had the texture of alligator leather. The tails of the jacket were long, ending below the knees. Buttons run the length of the front, with only those in the middle being done up. The rest were left open to make travel easier and to let him breathe easier. The craftsmanship of this piece was evident, obviously costing a princely sum to obtain. A white shirt was worn underneath this fine piece of attire, hiding the bare flesh beneath.
His hair was let free, falling to his shoulders. It was black in color with streaks of gray throughout it. His face had only a few wrinkles, apparent when he smiled when the smile lines and crows feet appeared. To most he appeared to be a man in his late forties or early fifties, though everyone who guesses so is surprised to find out that they're off by a couple decades.
Yami left the alley the same way he entered, searching for somewhere to eat. He had purposefully not given an exact location within Tanazku Town. The shinobi Konoha sent needed to be able to at least find their customer if they had any hope of helping him, so this was a test of sorts. The distinguishing jacket was a result of him wanting to stand out, to try and help them a little bit. He had grown accustomed to trying to be as discreet as possible, so if he didn't do something like this he was afraid that he'd be too hard for them to find. Of course, as shinobi that likely didn't matter much. If they put their mind to it, they could find him. And it would have to be their mind, for Yami had learned a few tricks in his long life. That included how to suppress his chakra signature, something he practiced at almost all times. Paranoia was warranted in his line of work though, everybody targeted merchants. Easy money for a thief, usually.
He wandered for a couple more minutes before deciding, choosing an outdoors restaurant he had never been to before. Within minutes he was seated and enjoying a cup of the finest sake the place had to offer at the finest table in the pleasant dusk air. The chair under him was padded richly, being very comfortable. It was supposed to be a table for six, but he had requested it to himself. After all, the three different four course meals he had ordered meant he needed a lot of room to try it all. Another drink of the sake prompted a satisfied sigh from the Hozuki as he scanned the horizon, examining the sunset. "And now I wait."
-chakra is suppressed