"Open already! Why isn't it opening yet?"
"You're saying the Heiya Gambling House can't handle losing? Only allowed to win, never to lose?"
"..."
Gamblers who had finally seized their chance to win money were all worked up, eyes bloodshot with excitement. Aozora was half-convinced they might awaken their [Sharingan] any second.
Just then, a swordsman approached the gaming table.
"Excuse me, make way!"
Seeing the sword hilt hanging from his waist, the crowd grumbled but reluctantly cleared him a path.
Aozora puffed casually on his cigar without even glancing sideways, asking offhandedly, "What's going on? Did this casino really ban people from winning money?"
The samurai replied calmly, "You're joking, sir. The Heiya gambling house has been in business for years, always bustling with gamblers, never closing its doors to anyone."
Aozora said lightly, "Then what do you mean by coming here?"
The swordsman answered, "Per our gambling house policy, any player placing bets exceeding ten million chips qualifies for an upstairs VIP room—offering premium service and the chance to test their luck against high-stakes players."
Hearing this, the nearby gamblers began shouting angrily. Then one icy glance from the samurai silenced the entire crowd instantly.
Aozora gave the warrior a long look, then shrugged. "Alright, show me the way."
The samurai led the way ahead while Aozora left his chips behind and got up to follow.
Quickly, a waiter gathered his chips into a chip box and carried it behind them.
The staircase leading upstairs split into two directions, and Aozora chose the left side to climb.
Halfway up, Aozora spotted another group of people. Surprise flickered behind his mirrored sunglasses.
Approaching from the opposite direction was a party led by a samurai as well. Behind him walked a noble youth with long black hair and his female servant.
Aozora didn't recognize this noble, but he found something oddly familiar about the servant girl.
The servant girl looked around fifteen or sixteen, with short black hair and delicate features. She carried a chip box in one hand and held a pink little pig in the other, clearly struggling under the weight.
Shizune?
That was the first name that came into Aozora's mind. But in his memory, Shizune always followed closely behind Tsunade.
He glanced briefly over the noble, especially scanning his chest twice carefully, but saw nothing unusual.
Is his chakra control really that refined? Even Aozora couldn't sense anything off?
As if sensing Aozora's gaze, the noble tilted his head up and glared at him. "What are you staring at?"
Such sharp senses—he had to be Tsunade.
"Nothing much," Aozora replied. "I was just thinking you look too thin and frail, almost like a sissy!"
"A sissy?" the noble questioned in astonishment.
Aozora deliberately gave a deep hum in reply, then flexed his right arm before pounding his chest three times.
Pound! Pound! Pound!
The sound echoed from his chest like beating a drum.
"Hear that? Now *that* is masculine confidence, *this* is how a real man should look!"
Saying so, Aozora intentionally stuck out his chest and raised his chin mockingly.
No matter how flawless the Transformation Jutsu was, in the end, it was still just an illusion. If this noble truly were Tsunade, Aozora doubted she could make her soft chest thump like that.
The nobleman's eyes flickered with irritation as he raised his right hand as if to strike his chest, but suddenly hesitated and let his arm drop.
"Boring!"
With those cold words, the nobleman turned and strode upstairs.
Aozora's suspicions deepened, and he followed closely behind.
The second floor had many rooms. Before long, the samurai led them to one particular door.
The door stood wide open, with a line of beautiful female attendants standing neatly before it. Aozora and the others stepped inside and found themselves in a luxuriously decorated room filled with complete gaming equipment. Wealthy merchants and nobles in extravagant clothes sat around, happily gambling and enjoying themselves. Compared to the noisy first floor, this place was much more relaxed—it felt less like a casino and more like a private club.
"Please enjoy yourselves and experience the pleasures of gambling."
With that, the two samurais left the room.
The nobleman who bore a resemblance to Tsunade casually strolled toward a gaming table, accompanied by his servant girl carrying a little pig. Aozora followed and sat down opposite him.
Despite his growing suspicions, Aozora still wanted to carry out one final test.
To one side of the gaming table stood a sexy croupier dressed in a kimono; the playing cards in her hands seemed to come alive, flipping and twirling gracefully.
"Good day, Lords. May I ask what game you'd like to play?"
The nobleman replied nonchalantly, "Blackjack."
The beautiful croupier then turned her gaze to Aozora. He tapped the ash from his cigarette and gave a slight nod.
Once both players had agreed, the dealer began shuffling the cards.
If she had kept using those flashy card tricks, Aozora might have been able to see every card clearly. But as soon as the real game began, her shuffling became precise and subtle—Aozora couldn't make out the numbers or suits under each card.
Still, he didn't intend to cheat—he simply waited calmly for the sexy dealer to deal the cards.
Throughout the process, Aozora paid no attention to the table itself. Behind his sunglasses, his eyes swept across the entire room, scanning the surroundings and observing the gamblers.
Sure enough, he noticed something odd—a bald old man who never approached the gaming table, or rather, a monk.
He moved about silently, wearing a kind and gentle smile, giving off a warm, approachable aura.
Suddenly, Aozora caught the monk looking directly at him.
Although their gazes didn't meet due to his sunglasses, both instantly knew they had locked eyes.
Aozora hadn't yet determined whether the Heiya Gambling House was truly evil, but he already knew one thing—it was no ordinary place.
Earlier, the warrior guiding him upstairs possessed an overwhelming presence and formidable strength. Now this monk appeared gentle and harmless, yet Aozora sensed a faint but undeniable danger coming from him—his power must be at least Chunin-level.
Samurai and monks were not common in the Ninja World. Figures with such martial prowess could not possibly be ordinary. The fact that someone here could command individuals of such caliber meant this place was definitely a force to be reckoned with.
Before he could think further, the croupier's sultry voice reached his ears.
"My Lord~ Congratulations! You've won!"
Her flirtatious tone snapped Aozora back to the present. He glanced at the croupier, then at the table. Judging quickly, he had eighteen points while the nobleman only had seventeen.
Seeing the result, the nobleman slammed the table in anger.
Boom!
The thick wooden gaming table made a loud cracking sound, leaving a large dent. The nobleman glared and growled, "Again!"
Aozora figured there was no need to test further. With that kind of luck and strength, it was almost certainly Tsunade.
The croupier wore a fearful expression as she patted her snow-white chest revealing a deep cleavage, saying, "Please calm down, Your Grace! We'll switch tables right away! Please wait a moment!"
However, this display of appeasement fell flat. The nobleman curled his lips while Aozora immediately shifted focus to observe the nobleman's reaction.
Seeing the nobleman's indifferent look, Aozora confirmed his suspicion—the man must definitely be Tsunade.
What guy wouldn't be moved by that sight? Unless he's not a real man—literally!
And what woman would stay indifferent unless—wait for it—her own assets were even more impressive?
Soon, a brand-new gaming table was brought in and the gambling resumed.
"Call!"
"I call!"
"Reveal!"
"All-in!"
Shuffling the deck and dealing the cards again and again, Tsunade's chips dwindled while Aoi's chips increased.
Although he recognized Tsunade, Aozora showed not the slightest hint of sympathy or admiration for the fairer sex.
He didn't personally know Tsunade, and the Uchiha and Senju had never gotten along in the first place—no way he owed her anything.
Besides, the other party currently looked like a feminine pretty boy with nothing actually exposed. So why should he show mercy?
In no time, Tsunade's chip box held only a single million-liang (a unit of weight used in ancient currency) chip.
A confident smirk curled Aozora's lips as he adjusted his sunglasses coolly, declaring, "Playing against me? Your luck just died."
Shizune glared at him angrily, muttering under her breath, *What's there to be proud of? Tsunade-sama always loses, no matter who she plays against!*
After glaring at Aozora, Shizune grabbed Tsunade's arm and pleaded, "Lady Tsunade, please stop now—we're nearly out of money for lodging!"
Meanwhile, Hisanobu had been observing them for quite some time. He confirmed neither of them used any chakra at all, yet this only deepened his confusion in his mind.
Could this world truly have a Gambling God and a Misfortune Deity? Otherwise, how could anyone explain twenty consecutive losses like that?
Boom!
Another loud noise came crashing in, drawing everyone's gaze inside the room toward Tsunade.
Yet the gaming table before Aozora and others remained undamaged.
Aozora, Tsunade, and that old monk immediately shifted their gazes westward—all three stared sharply, as if their eyes could penetrate walls and see the actual scene where the commotion occurred.
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