“Hm.. I dunno— I don’t play Shougi as a ‘sport’." He replies, mouth propping against his ever-smirking mouth, as near-hazel optics darted towards the pinkettes emerald eyes. "But if you really wanna, who am I to deny?" 

What was she getting herself into? Her lips never lost their gentle curve as she peered playfully towards the shadow-wielding nin, her hands coming up to rest on her hips, ”Why do I get the feeling I’m about to lose more than a little money for ramen?“ What the hell? She was Haruno Sakura, she could at least give him a run for his money, right?