Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha lacks motivation.

Leaf.

In the Hokage's office, which is usually staffed by three people, only two people are still working hard. Uchiha Madara and Senju Tobirama sit on either side of the Hokage's high position, but the main figure, Senju Hashirama, is missing.

Why?

Even the Hokage needs a vacation!

"Hey! If you're going to slack off, at least do it properly! You've been staring blankly at that letter since the start of the workday, are you treating me like I'm not here?"

Tobirama Senju, who had been observing Madara Uchiha for a long time, finally couldn't bear it any longer and spoke up to remind him, seeing that Madara was still frowning and lost in thought.

"I'm thinking about important matters."

Madara Uchiha turned his head away and said coldly, "With Hashirama Senju not here, I have absolutely no desire to share a room with this hateful white-haired guy."

"Heh~ Serious business? What you're holding isn't a joint letter from the villagers reporting the Uchiha clan's misdeeds, is it?"

Tobirama Senju scoffed at Madara Uchiha's explanation, his crimson eyes filled with mockery as he spoke.

"Hmph~"

"Feeling guilty? Hand it over!"

Seeing that Madara Uchiha didn't offer any explanation and was even about to put the letter away, Tobirama Senju's curiosity was piqued.

"It's none of your business."

Madara Uchiha, holding a black envelope, shook his head. Tobirama Senju, seeing this, curled up a cold smile and gently lifted a finger.

The next moment, Madara Uchiha saw a flash of blue light before his eyes, his eyes narrowed subconsciously, and when he opened them again, the letter in his hand had already fallen into Tobirama Senju's hands.

"Are you being polite?"

Tobirama Senju's forceful and ruthless actions angered Madara Uchiha. His cold and piercing eyes gradually turned crimson, and his sinister and obscure pupil power filled the entire office in the blink of an eye.

"Getting impatient? Let me see just what heinous things your Uchiha clan has done. Huh???"

Tobirama Senju, who had initially looked flustered, paused for a moment upon opening the envelope, then his expression turned grave.

The contents of this letter

"It should be true."

Madara Uchiha, who had no intention of hiding anything, didn't bother to conceal it either. After the crimson in his eyes faded, he nodded generously.

"You can't go. The Nine-Tails is an asset of Konoha."

"Heh~ I wasn't planning on going, but now that you mention it, I'm starting to think about it."

Tobirama Senju's tone made Madara Uchiha uncomfortable, and he immediately let out a cold laugh.

The letter suddenly appeared next to Madara Uchiha's pillow last night. He initially thought it was a prank by his nephew, but the contents of the letter made him take it seriously.

Madara Uchiha had planned to discuss how to deal with the situation with Hashirama Senju this morning, but the guy left him with a mess and went home on leave, leaving only the ever-present white-haired man in the office.

"You dare! I'm going to find my boss right now!"

"Are you a spoiled brat? You always ask your older brother for everything~"

While Tobirama Senju was lost in thought, Madara Uchiha stood up, snatched back the black envelope, and sneered.

"Don't worry, I won't go. I have no interest in those defeated opponents. But I'm curious to see if that Decade guy is really as amazing as the legends say."

With a burst of flame in his hand, Madara Uchiha reduced the black envelope to ashes. He had absolutely no interest in this so-called Knights' Battle. Rather than wasting his time fighting with those weaklings, he preferred to wait for the organizers to come to him.

He simply didn't believe that Kamen Rider Decade could take Kurama away!

"That's a wish, aren't you tempted?"

Tobirama Senju, who distrusted Madara Uchiha, frowned and asked,

"Hmph~ I, Uchiha Madara, will get whatever I want myself!"

"Then why did you shamelessly ask that curly-haired guy for New Year's money?"

Looking at the righteous and eloquent Madara Uchiha, Tobirama Senju was filled with doubt.

"Cough cough cough"

What in this world could possibly break Madara Uchiha's defenses? Only his extravagantly wealthy older cousin!

The land of the Thousand Hands Clan.

"Grandpa! Where are you taking me to play?"

Two figures, one tall and one short, stealthily made their way along the alley towards Konoha's commercial street. The smaller figure, full of curiosity, tugged at the black-haired man peeking out in front of him.

"Shh~ Xiao Gang, don't let your grandma's spies find out."

Hashirama Senju made a shushing gesture to his beloved granddaughter, then peeked out from the alley, checked to make sure no one else was around, picked up the puzzled Tsunade, and dashed out of the Senju clan's territory.

"Phew~ That was a close call."

Having safely arrived at Konoha's commercial district without finding any signs of being followed, Hashirama Senju wiped the fine sweat from his brow, let out a long sigh of relief, and patted his chest.

"Hey hey~ Grandpa, isn't this the way to the amusement park?"

Tsunade, who was being held in Hashirama Senju's arms, looked up and blinked. She realized that the route her grandfather was taking was somewhat unfamiliar.

"Hehe~ Grandpa finally has some free time today, so I'll take you to a great place to broaden your horizons!"

Hashirama Senju, who was on vacation at home, skillfully assigned his work to Gin Uchiha and Tobirama Senju, and then encountered Tsunade, who was also on vacation.

Unable to resist his granddaughter's persistent pleading to go to the amusement park, Hashirama Senju thought that since they were both going to have fun anyway, he might as well take her to a place he often frequented to broaden her horizons.

"Grandpa will treat you to ice cream~"

While passing by Honey Ice Cream City, the generous Hashirama Senju pulled out his empty wallet, took out a few hundred-ryo bills, bought two cones of ice cream, and gave one to Tsunade.

"I want to drink bubble tea too!"

Looking at the rather meager ice cream, Tsunade pouted and pointed to the eye-catching brown sweet drink on the signboard.

"Tsk, this."

Hashirama Senju opened his wallet, a troubled expression on his face. If he bought another bubble tea, his precious gambling funds would dwindle.

"Grandpa will definitely buy it for you when he wins money later!"

Closing his wallet, Hashirama Senju solemnly assured Tsunade,

"ha?"

Grandpa, what exactly are you going to do?

After quickly finishing the crispy cone in his hand, Hashirama Senju led Tsunade through the alleys of the street for a while, and after several twists and turns, they stood in front of a shop shrouded in smoke.

"Konoha Gambling House?"

Tsunade, who already knows quite a few characters, frowned and pronounced the shop's signboard word by word. Although she didn't quite understand the meaning of the four characters combined, she felt that the shop had a strange attraction, and a voice in her mind urged her to go in quickly.

"Hmph~ I'm going to dominate everyone today!"

Unable to contain his excitement, Hashirama Senju rubbed his hands together, his face brimming with fighting spirit. With a wave of his hand, he pushed open the shop door and led the bewildered Tsunade inside.

"Place your order now!"

"1, 1, 2, small!"

"I'm going all in!"

"Cough cough."

As soon as she entered, Tsunade was overwhelmed by the noise inside the store. The smell of smoke and sweat in the air made her feel slightly uncomfortable. Out of fear of the unfamiliar environment, she tightly gripped the hem of Senju Hashirama's clothes.

"Ah! Look, it's Konoha's Fushin!"

The appearance of Hashirama Senju instantly attracted the attention of all the gamblers in the arena. Their eyes flashed red as they stared at him menacingly.

"Hokage-sama, it's been a long time!"

At this moment, the manager of the gambling den also quickly arrived, bowing respectfully to Hashirama Senju without showing much fear despite the latter's status.

"I'll play a few rounds, please exchange this money for chips."

When facing ordinary people, Hashirama Senju showed no airs of a Hokage. He smiled and took out his wallet, handing over a thin wad of cash to the gambling den manager.

"That's all?"

Feeling the weightless banknotes in his hand, the gambling den manager asked incredulously, "You're supposed to be the Hokage, how can you only carry this little bit of money with you when you go out?"

"Haha! A little gambling is fun~ A little gambling is fun~"

Hashirama Senju scratched the back of his head and chuckled a few times to cover up his embarrassment.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The gambling den manager's eyes twitched a few times, then he turned and handed the less than ten thousand taels of silver in banknotes to a nearby staff member. The staff member was taken aback.

"Is this a tip?"

Isn't that a bit too little?

"Hurry up and exchange them for chips for Lord Hokage!"

The casino manager glared at the stunned staff member, somewhat annoyed.

"Oh? Yes!"

Before long, a few chips were in the hands of the smiling Hashirama Senju. The gamblers who had been eyeing the prize for so long, seeing such meager funds, all turned away with sighs.

Today's fat sheep is a bit thin; it can be slaughtered, but there's no need.

"Let's go, Tsuna~"

Hashirama Senju, beaming, patted his granddaughter, whose brows were furrowed, and walked toward his favorite dice table.

"Grandpa, is this...gambling?"

Walking along the narrow path of the gambling den, Tsunade was captivated by the dazzling array of gambling equipment on both sides, her big eyes blinking with intense curiosity.

"That's right, you just watch Grandpa dominate the game, he'll win big and then we'll go out for a feast!"

Twirling the chips in his hand, Hashirama Senju's expression was incredibly arrogant. With a flick of his sleeve, he seemed to be possessed by the God of Gamblers.

"big!"

After watching the table for a while, Hashirama Senju seized the opportunity and placed his chips on the "big" side without hesitation. According to his calculations, the table had already drawn "small" four times, so it was time for "big" to come.

Seeing that Hashirama Senju had placed his chips on "big," the gamblers present all switched their bets to "small."

"Place your order now!"

"131, small!"

As the dealer revealed the dice, the smallest red dot on the three dice struck Hashirama Senju like a heavy blow.

"Impossible, impossible."

"I refuse to believe it! I'll keep betting on big!"

"212, small!"

"If it's small again, I'll eat this whole table!"

"123, small!"

"Thump!"

Before he'd even played a few rounds, Hashirama Senju's already meager chips were dwindling to just one. Looking at his last remaining prize, his eyes were filled with despair.

Does this mean I really have no luck when it comes to gambling?

Just as Hashirama Senju was about to give up, Tsunade, who had been watching the battle, tugged at his sleeve.

"Hey~ Grandpa, can I play a round?"

Hashirama Senju looked down and saw that Tsunade's eyes were shining with golden light, and her little face was full of anticipation.

"I'm so sorry, Xiao Gang. Grandpa will definitely treat you to milk tea next time."

Feeling incredibly guilty, Hashirama Senju couldn't bear to disappoint his granddaughter any longer, so he handed over the last chip.

Wow~

The moment she touched the chip, Tsunade felt a connection that resonated with her very soul. She picked up the meaningful chip with her small hands, stood on tiptoe, and placed it on the 666 triple position.

"Hahaha"

This action, however, drew ridicule from the surrounding gamblers. After laughing, they ignored him. Without Senju Hashirama, the God of Causality, the gamblers present began to bet on both sides, and the chips they piled up were several times more than before.

After all, even if you win, you won't make much money if you place a bet right away, so most people gamble in private, wondering if Hashirama Senju is as amazing as the legends say.

"Oh dear, Tsuna, you should have bought the bigger one!"

Hashirama Senju was frantic, scratching his head in frustration. He couldn't just stand by and watch his granddaughter hand over money!

"But people think these three numbers are very auspicious!"

Tsunade shook her head, her eyes fixed intently on the three 6s. She had a premonition that with the newbie aura, she would be invincible.

"Place your order now!"

The expressionless dealer tapped the cup, glanced around, and then slowly opened it.

"0.0371!"

"what?"

"Wow~ Grandpa! So many chips!"

Inside the gambling den, Tsunade, clutching a large bucket of chips in both hands, squinted her eyes happily as she walked, not forgetting to show off to Hashirama Senju behind her.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

A bewildered Hashirama Senju uttered an incredulous sound as he stared at Tsunade, who had won so many chips in one go, and pinched his thigh hard.

"Ouch!"

It is true that I can feel pain.

Could it be that his granddaughter is also the reincarnation of the God of Gamblers?

In that case, whose reincarnation is he?

"This is interesting, I'll bet."

"Splash~"

"This one too."

"Splash~"

"this"

"Splash~ Splash~ Splash~"

As Tsunade wreaked havoc, the chips that had been just a bucket instantly multiplied by a huge amount. Hashirama Senju, seeing this, was stunned. He had spent most of his life in casinos and had never won so much money before.

We did lose by this much.

"Grandpa! Hurry up, I haven't had enough fun yet!"

Tsunade, who was in her invincible newbie protection period, was already blinded by victory. Her fair face flushed red with excitement, and she urged Hashirama Senju, who was carrying the chips behind her, in a sweet voice.

"He truly is my wonderful grandson!"

Hashirama Senju, carrying the gambling chips, shook his head and quickened his pace, inwardly marveling at his granddaughter's unparalleled gambling luck.

"what?"

However, before he had taken more than a few steps, Hashirama Senju suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and blinked in surprise.

"Grandpa!"

"Oh! Here it comes!"

Assuming it was just the poor ventilation in the gambling den causing his chest tightness, Hashirama Senju didn't pay much attention to this inexplicable discomfort.

"Dice are more fun!"

After playing around for a while, Tsunade finally returned to the original dice table. The three exquisite little dice seemed to possess a magical attraction. She licked her lips and made a surprising decision.

"Grandpa, bet all your chips on 666!"

"ha?"

Hashirama Senju was taken aback upon hearing this, and the discomfort in his chest became even more pronounced. However, seeing Tsunade's extremely earnest expression, he chose to believe her and placed a mountain of chips on the gambling table.

The gamblers watching were already bloodthirsty, staring at the mountains of chips, gritting their teeth, and betting their entire fortunes on other options.

"Damn it! I refuse to believe it!"

"Who drives a leopard car like that? I'm betting on the small one!"

"All in!"

"Buy now and then!"

The dealer, who had been expressionless just moments before, was now drenched in sweat. He had never encountered such a tense and exciting gambling game in his entire career.

"Ding~"

As the lid was slowly lifted, everyone craned their necks to see what was inside.

"6!"

"6!!"

"Still .6!!"

"Yay!"

Tsunade jumped up excitedly, wanting to share her joy of victory with her grandfather, but when she turned around, she saw that Hashirama Senju, who was usually radiant, was deathly pale.

"Congratulations."

"thump!"

Before he could finish speaking, Senju Hashirama, who felt something gradually disappearing from his body, finally succumbed to the sudden weakness. His legs buckled, and he fell straight backward.

"Grandpa, stop pretending to be dead! I'll lend you the chips you want~" (End of Chapter)