Because Toji demanded so-called emotional damages and used a bit of force, everyone in the Zenin clan was now talking about Toji and Yukio.
Everyone’s attitude toward the two of them was strangely consistent, and complicated.
They wanted to drive Toji and Yukio out, but Toji was too strong.
If they really forced him out, the other clans and factions would definitely gossip about it too.
Zenin Naobito directly stated that no matter what, he would not expel the two brothers.
People could say whatever they wanted.
Toji didn’t care, and Yukio cared even less.
More importantly, the two brothers were having a great time right now.
Yukio rubbed his stomach in satisfaction.
“Ah~ that was good.
It’s been a long time since I ate like that.”
Seeing the happy smile on Yukio’s face, Toji’s lips curled up too.
“You really don’t worry about anything, huh.”
“The whole clan is probably talking about the two of us right now.”
Yukio waved his hand and put on a mature look.
“It’s fine.
We can’t hear them anyway.”
“Besides, I can talk about them too.
It’s not like they’re the only ones with mouths.”
“If I was stronger, I’d go up there and slap the hell out of them.”
“Pfft!”
Toji got amused by Yukio’s words.
“You really don’t act like a six-year-old.”
“I don’t know if the clan made you mature this early, or if you were just born smart.”
Yukio pointed at his own head and grinned smugly.
“That’s what a genius is!”
Toji changed the subject.
“Now that we’ve eaten, want me to take you to an amusement park?
Other kids seem to like places like that.”
Yukio thought about it a little.
He was a tiny bit tempted.
Going to the amusement park and happily playing around with Toji sounded nice.
But after thinking again, Toji probably wouldn’t enjoy it much, and he himself wasn’t very interested either.
“Tch.
That stuff is for little kids.”
Toji glanced at Yukio.
“Aren’t you a little kid?”
Yukio suddenly shouted, “How about we go watch boat racing?”
“Since we’ve got money now, we might as well bet a few rounds.”
The way Toji looked at Yukio instantly became a little strange.
“What does a kid like you know about boat racing?”
But the upward curve of his lips had already exposed the fact that he wanted to go.
Yukio said with a sly grin, “Don’t tell me you don’t want to?”
Toji knocked on Yukio’s head.
“Stop trying to guess what I’m thinking.
You wouldn’t understand an adult’s mind.”
Then he changed his tone.
“Still, I can take you to see the adult world.”
Yukio covered his head.
“Stop hitting my head all the time.
What if I stop growing taller later?
What if you knock my brain bad?”
As soon as he said that, Toji remembered how Yukio had smashed his own head with a brick some time ago.
When Toji asked about it, he said he was training Iron Head Technique…
Toji had a clear understanding of himself.
He knew he couldn’t win against Yukio in an argument, so he got up and walked outside.
“You talk too much.”
Yukio made a funny face and quickly followed after Toji.
[Boat Racing Venue]
After briefly explaining the rules to Yukio, Toji said, “There are still two races today.
I’ll give you a hundred thousand yen to bet with.”
“There are two favorites this round, number 7 and number 8.”
“But from my analysis, I’m betting on number 8.”
Yukio immediately raised his hand.
“Then I’m betting on number 7.”
Toji frowned.
“Don’t waste money.
I worked hard to get this.”
Yukio looked at Toji innocently, his expression clearly saying, ‘you think you can fool a kid?’
Toji said helplessly, “Fine.
Just treat it as letting you experience it.
It’s only money.”
The two went to the betting counter.
Toji spoke first.
“Number 8, one hundred thousand.”
The ticket seller said, “Here’s your ticket.
Please keep it safe.
Current odds are 1:1.44.”
After Toji got his ticket, Yukio stepped forward.
“I want number 7.
One hundred thousand.”
Toji spoke up, “I only gave you one hundred thousand.
If you spend it all on this race and lose, you won’t get to play the next one.
I’m not giving you any more.”
Yukio looked at the ticket seller and said, “One hundred thousand.
Number 7.”
The seller looked toward Toji.
Only after Toji nodded did he print the ticket and hand it to Yukio.
“Here’s your ticket.
Please keep it safe.
Your odds are 1:2.”
Seeing how confident Yukio looked, Toji didn’t say anything.
When the results came out later, he could watch this brat make a bitter face.
Just thinking about it sounded fun.
The two came to the audience seats, and with the gunshot, the race began.
After the cheers and sighs ended…
Yukio held the ticket in his hand and smugly showed it off to Toji.
“Ahahaha!
See that, my foolish oni-chan?”
Toji clicked his tongue unwillingly, “You brat just got lucky because it’s your birthday today.”
Yukio laughed proudly, “Bro, if that’s the case, then bet a little less next round.
Give the rest of the money to me.”
Toji raised a brow.
“You sure?”
“If neither of us wins, we’ll have to walk home again.”
Yukio nodded hard.
“Just trust me.
Like you said, it’s my birthday today.
I feel like my luck is really strong.”
“At worst, we just walk back.”
Toji looked at Yukio with disdain, “You say walk back, but every time I’m the one carrying you.
You never walk.”
Yukio laughed awkwardly, “Wasn’t I still little back then?
I’ve been training now.
A little walking is no problem.”
While talking, the two went to cash out.
After Yukio exchanged his winnings for two hundred thousand yen, he handed it to Toji.
Toji analyzed, “The favorites this round are number 1 and number 3.”
“Personally, I think number 1 has a better chance.
Number 1 is really strong.
I’m betting on number 1.”
Looking at the five hundred and twenty thousand yen still in Toji’s hand, Yukio said, “Bro, just bet twenty thousand on number 1 for show.”
“Give me the rest.
I’m betting five hundred thousand on number 3.”
Yukio stared into Toji’s eyes and said, “Going all in is wisdom.”
Toji already liked gambling.
Looking at Yukio right now was like seeing himself.
The corner of his lips lifted, “Then all in it is!”
This time, the odds for number 3 were as high as 1:3.
As cheers and sighs rang out, the final race ended.
Yukio tightly held the ticket in his hand and shouted excitedly, “Wahaha!”
“Bro, I guessed right!”
Toji happily rubbed and squeezed Yukio’s cheeks.
“You brat really do have something.”
Yukio grinned foolishly.
“One million five hundred thousand!
One million five hundred thousand!”
Toji shot him down.
“It’s only one and a half million, and you’re already this happy?
Can’t you aim a little higher?”
Yukio made a funny face.
“This is the first time in my life I’ve ever seen this much money.”
At that moment, a light cough from nearby drew Toji and Yukio’s attention.
Toji looked at him and said flatly, “What, trying to rob us?”
Shirou hurriedly waved his hands.
Cold sweat poured from his forehead, and he trembled in fear.
“No, no.”
“My name is Shirou.
I’m a broker.
Would it be convenient to talk?”
Yukio shook his head decisively.
“We’re not buying a house.”
Shirou glanced around.
The place had already emptied out.
He lowered his voice and said to Toji, “Mr.
Zenin Toji, are you interested in becoming a professional sorcerer?
The money comes fast.”
“To put it simply, an assassin.”
Toji raised both brows, “Go on, explain.”