“Tadaima!”
Uzumaki Kushina pushed open the gates of the Senju residence, full of energy even after a whole day of classes.
Because she had slept through classes all day.
Following behind her was a listless Uzumaki Mirai.
Mirai had originally wanted to sleep during class too, but he felt someone watching him from the shadows.
Anbu?
Or Root?
He had been using Kagura Minds Eye to sense the other party the whole time, which left him feeling a bit dizzy and lightheaded.
After the God Tree was planted, although it didn’t give him a substantial boost, it caused his Uzumaki Clan talent to undergo reversion, allowing him to easily master any abilities of the Uzumaki Clan.
All he lacked was the sheer volume of Chakra.
His seven-year-old body was still developing, and extracting Chakra too early would do more harm than good.
Seeing the people in the courtyard, Mirai let out a “Yo” by way of greeting.
“Ha, Kushina, Mirai, how do you feel about school?”
A hot-headed young man darted out, followed by a long-haired man.
“It’s Brother Nawaki!” Kushina greeted him with a smile.
While she had a fiery temper outside, she was actually quite gentle and soft-natured at home.
Kushina deeply valued her family.
Uzumaki Mirai also cast his gaze over there.
Hm!
Nawaki, just a chūnibyō brat.
The person behind him is— His gaze contracted.
Orochimaru!
At this moment, Uncle Snake still harbored light in his heart, wearing a faint smile on his face without any trace of chilliness.
“Pay attention to your manners, brat!”
“Bang—”
“So painful!”
Mirai felt a sharp pain on his head.
It turned out Tsunade had sneaked up behind him at some point and dealt him a fierce knuckle-busting rap!
Tsunade, you just wait!
Today’s pain, I will definitely pay back tenfold another day!
By then, even ten times would be too little!
Tsunade had no idea for the moment that the little bro in her eyes already harbored wicked thoughts about her, and was still pouting as he complained—
“You have to know that today, helping you guys deal with some bullshit trivial matters made me miss the best timing to go to the casino!”
“Causing me to lose so much money, and yet when we meet, you brat don’t even greet me.
You really have no manners!”
Uzumaki Mirai glanced at Tsunade, whose chest was heaving with anger, and rubbed his head.
“Hey, Sister Tsunade, you seem to lose money every single time anyway.
It has nothing to do with whether you missed the best timing or whatever, alright!”
“What!
You stinky brat…” Tsunade couldn’t hold it together, so angry her chest ached.
She rolled up her sleeves, wanting to have a one-on-one PK with Uzumaki Mirai.
Kushina was startled; Sister Tsunade’s immense strength wasn’t something Mirai could handle.
She quickly stepped out to stop her: “Wait a minute!
Sister Tsunade, Mirai didn’t mean it.”
Uzumaki Mirai shook his head.
Although this woman’s figure and appearance were top-notch, her temper was truly fiery!
However, backing down was simply impossible.
“If you have the guts, don’t use your fists; let’s settle this at the gambling table!
Do you dare?”
Comparing gambling skills with Tsunade—wasn’t that a guaranteed win?
“Bring it on, would I be afraid of a stinky brat like you?”
…
Soon, a gambling table was set up in the courtyard.
Nawaki leaned close to Orochimaru and asked in a low voice: “Teacher Orochimaru, who is stronger, Mirai or Sister?”
Orochimaru leaned against the corridor pillar with great interest, his snake-like gaze falling upon the two figures competing at the gambling table, the corners of his lips curving slightly: “Your sister’s gambling luck…
don’t you have any idea in your heart?”
Nawaki scratched his head and gave a silly chuckle: “That’s true too.”
On the other side, Uzumaki Mito held a cup of warm tea, sitting on a rocking chair under the veranda.
Her benevolent gaze crossed the courtyard, looking at Tsunade rolling up her sleeves to compete with a seven-year-old brat, the smile at the corners of her lips impossible to suppress.
“Just like…
so much alike.” She muttered to herself.
Sunlight shone into the courtyard, and a breeze brushed past the stray hairs on her forehead.
She thought of many years ago, when Konoha was first established, that Hashirama who shouted every day about “conquering the Five Great Nations with a gambling table.”
Every time he lost money, he would squat in the corner drawing circles, and then the next day enthusiastically drag Tobirama to the casino.
“Brother, this is the Hokage’s salary, not gambling money!” Young Tobirama was so angry his face turned green.
“Tobirama, a man, after all, needs to have some hobbies!”
“You have way too many hobbies!”
Mito let out a soft laugh and raised her teacup to take a sip.
The arguments, the laughter, and the bustling human warmth of those times had now scattered into the wind.
“Grandma?” Kushina noticed Mito’s smile, “What are you smiling at?”
“It’s nothing,” Mito gently stroked Kushina’s red hair with affection, “I just feel…
this family has finally become lively again.”
Hearing this, Nawaki turned his head and grinned broadly: “Don’t worry, Grandma!
Our family will only get livelier in the future!
When I become Hokage—”
“You should pass the Chunin Exams first.” Orochimaru delivered a bland counter-strike.
“Teacher Orochimaru!”
Nawaki’s bristling appearance made Mito laugh out loud once more.
Over at the gambling table, the stance had already been set up.
“Come on, come on!
The rules are simple!” Uzumaki Mirai put his hands on his hips, taking on the posture of an old gambler, “Kushina will shake the dice, and you and I will guess high or low.”
Three dice, ten points and below count as low, eleven points and above count as high, best three out of five rounds.
How about it?”
Tsunade narrowed her eyes and stared at him suspiciously: “It’s just that simple?”
“Just that simple.
As for the stakes, the loser has to give the winner a massage for a month.
Do you dare?”
“Heh, what kind of gambling games hasn’t your Sister Tsunade seen?
Bring it on!” Tsunade sat down with a thud and slapped the table heroically, “Kushina, shake!”
Kushina eagerly picked up the dice cup, the three dice inside rattling noisily.
Her small face was tightly drawn as she shook it a few times in a professional manner, slamming it down on the table with a loud “clack”.
“First round!
Bets are placed, no more changes!”
Tsunade narrowed her eyes, staring at the dice cup, tapping her fingers twice on the table.
She had roamed the casinos for many years; although she lost frequently, she considered herself somewhat skilled at listening to dice.
The sound just now…
deep and heavy, it should be a high total.
“High!” Tsunade slapped the table.
Uzumaki Mirai didn’t even hesitate, casually saying: “Then I’ll take low.”
Are you kidding?
As long as it’s gambling, just bet against Tsunade, and you’ll straight up get a mansion by the sea!
Kushina lifted the dice cup—one, three, five, nine points.
Low.
“Mirai wins.” Kushina’s eyes lit up.
Tsunade’s mouth twitched: “…
It’s just the first round, pure luck.”
In the second round, Kushina shook the cup and set it down once more.
Tsunade pricked up her ears to listen carefully, her brows tightly knitted.
This time the sound was crisper than the previous round…
should it be low?
“…
Low!” She chose low.
Mirai still remained expressionless: “Then I’ll take high.”
Continuing to all-in brainlessly, winning against Tsunade is simply too easy.
Kushina lifted it—four, five, six, fifteen points.
High.
Tsunade’s face began to turn green, and Kushina also gave Sister Tsunade a pitiful look.
“Continue!” Tsunade shouted through gritted teeth.
In the third round, Kushina shook even harder than the previous two times, the dice rattling loudly inside the cup.