"Madara, you're too good to me!"
At the entrance of the casino, Senju Hashirama clutched a thick stack of banknotes in his hand, speaking with joy written all over his face.
After his relentless pleading, Uchiha Madara finally gave in.
Helpless, he took out one hundred thousand ryō as gambling capital to shut Hashirama up—otherwise, the nonstop chatter would be unbearable.
"We agreed—if you lose it all again, I won't give you any more in the future."
Uchiha Madara said expressionlessly.
In his view, giving Hashirama one hundred thousand ryō to gamble was as good as throwing it away.
He might as well use that money to buy sweets for Izuna.
If it were anyone else, there was no way he would hand over money like this.
"Haha, no problem!" Senju Hashirama laughed heartily. "I have a feeling I might win today!"
As he spoke, he dragged Madara into the casino without another word.
Uchiha Madara was noncommittal about this—words from a gambler were best taken lightly.
When the time came and all the money was gone, it would be a completely different attitude.
Not long after the two entered, Tsunade swaggered in carrying two suitcases.
Five million had already been credited!
Now it was time to make a comeback.
It had to be said, Renya-san was truly generous—his checks were always written for five million.
Once she made her comeback, she absolutely had to treat him to a good meal.
If Renya knew what Tsunade was thinking, he would probably feel that he might never get to eat a meal she paid for in his lifetime.
The "fat sheep" at the gambling table was no joke.
"Bad luck…"
In the blink of an eye, Senju Hashirama lost all one hundred thousand ryō and let out a somewhat regretful sigh.
Though it was unclear what exactly he was regretting.
"Alright, time to go back."
Uchiha Madara said in an unquestionable tone, holding a bag of sweets in his hand.
His purpose for coming out was to buy Izuna's favorite sweets, but this guy Hashirama kept insisting on coming to gamble.
Only after being annoyed beyond endurance did he agree to bring him for a couple of rounds.
Now that they had played, it was time to leave.
Although Senju Hashirama was somewhat unwilling, he had already lost all his money, so there was no point in staying.
He could only follow Madara out and wait for another time to make a comeback.
Just as the two were about to leave, they saw Tsunade swaggering in.
Hashirama's previously dim eyes instantly lit up as he excitedly said, "Little Tsunade, you're here too!"
Now there was gambling capital to make a comeback!
Once he made money, he absolutely had to treat Madara and the others to a good meal!
The moment Tsunade saw Hashirama, she quickly hid the two suitcases behind her back and asked warily,
"Grandpa, what are you doing here?!"
That posture clearly showed she was afraid her money would be snatched away.
And in fact, that was exactly the case—when Hashirama saw the suitcases she was hiding, his eyes immediately lit up.
Tsunade had so much money; she must have gone to ask Renya for more again.
Finally, he could gamble to his heart's content.
"Little Tsunade, lend Grandpa some money?"
Senju Hashirama rubbed his hands excitedly, asking with a hopeful expression.
Tsunade: "…"
At this moment, she finally understood what it felt like to have someone ask to borrow money.
Grandpa's gambling skills were atrocious—lending him money only meant it would all be lost.
It was better to keep it and wait for a chance to make a comeback.
Uchiha Madara did not urge them, merely watching the grandfather and granddaughter quietly.
Both of them were terrible at gambling—if it weren't for that kid Renya supporting them, they would probably have been rummaging through trash by the roadside long ago.
Although Tsunade was very unwilling, he was her own grandfather, so she could only symbolically take out five hundred thousand ryō for him.
"Hehehe, Madara, once I win money, I'll treat you to a meal!"
Holding five hundred thousand ryō, Senju Hashirama turned back and grinned at his best friend.
"Grandpa, let's dominate the table together!"
Tsunade, carrying four million five hundred thousand ryō, said with great ambition.
Anyone who didn't know them might think they were legendary gamblers from elsewhere.
Those unfamiliar with them might very well be bluffed.
Unfortunately, in Konoha, the deeds of this "fat sheep" grandfather and granddaughter had long spread far and wide—any gambler would recognize them.
The moment the two sat at the gambling table, they were immediately surrounded by a group of gamblers with gleaming eyes, like hungry wolves staring at fat sheep.
Yet the two at the center were completely unaware, fantasizing about making a comeback.
Previously, Hashirama hadn't been surrounded simply because he carried too little money.
Now that everyone knew Tsunade was carrying a huge sum, they naturally swarmed in, all wanting a share.
Uchiha Madara: "…"
The two of them were unbelievably bad at gambling, yet they still fantasized about making a comeback.
If nothing unexpected happened, they would probably lose until they didn't even have their underwear left…
Gamblers were truly terrifying—especially the kind who were both bad and addicted to it.
...
Laboratory.
"Orochimaru is inside—"
Renya pushed open the laboratory door, but upon seeing the scene inside, he couldn't finish his sentence.
Not only was Orochimaru there, but also Senju Tobirama and Uchiha Izuna!
No wonder he hadn't seen Izuna earlier—he had followed Tobirama here!
"Uchiha Izuna, can you stop asking questions non-stop? You're seriously delaying my experiments!"
Senju Tobirama said impatiently toward the overly curious Izuna.
"I wasn't asking you—why are you reacting so strongly?"
Uchiha Izuna replied unhappily.
He was asking Orochimaru, not Tobirama.
He hadn't interfered with his experiments either, so he didn't understand why Tobirama was reacting so strongly.
He felt that the inherently evil Senju Tobirama was deliberately looking for trouble—as if he couldn't feel at ease without being scolded by him for a day.
At this moment, Orochimaru looked as helpless as a child.
Renya and Sasuke: "…"
The two stood at the doorway, listening to their argument.
For a moment, they didn't know whether to interrupt…
"Renya-sensei!"
The moment Orochimaru saw Renya at the door, it was as if he had seen a savior.
The two arguing nonstop in the lab made it impossible for him to focus on his experiments.
Now he finally understood why Tobirama-sama had rarely come to the lab over the past three years.
With Uchiha Izuna around, there was simply no way to concentrate on research.
The two who were constantly bickering stopped once they noticed Renya and Sasuke had arrived.
"Kid, what are you doing here?"
Senju Tobirama said, glancing at the Uchiha Sasuke behind him.
Another Uchiha—how did this kid end up mixed with the Uchiha?
It must have been that inherently evil Uchiha Izuna instigating it!
Looks like he would have to be more cautious of him in the future.
"I came to ask Orochimaru for a favor."
Renya said with a smile.
Orochimaru looked as if he had just survived a disaster and quickly walked over to Renya.
"Renya-sensei, what do you need?"
As long as he didn't have to listen to those two arguing anymore, he was more than happy to help his teacher.
"It's nothing big—just help him get an arm."
Renya pointed at Sasuke's missing arm.
Orochimaru's gaze fell on Sasuke as he examined him, feeling a bit surprised.
"By the way, he has the Rinnegan."
Orochimaru: "!!!"
Renya-sensei is truly too good—he handed such a lucrative task to me!
If I'm cultivating an arm anyway, drawing a few tubes of blood for samples shouldn't be too much, right?
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