Hashirama Reborn

Stepping into the interior of the Rain Country, this moist land seemed to be shrouded in endless rain. Even the air was filled with a depressing atmosphere. There were only a few shops on both sides of the street with their doors half open, as if they were struggling to survive in this endless rain. There were few pedestrians, and occasionally a few people passed by, all with their heads down, hurrying forward.

On this quiet and gloomy street, two walking black-haired figures were particularly eye-catching. Both were wearing clothes embroidered with red and white logos, and they exuded a cold and cold aura that kept strangers away. Passers-by glanced at them and quickly looked away, obviously knowing that the other party was not easy to mess with.

The two of them quickly walked to a secluded alley. After confirming that no one was following them, Uchiha Madara couldn't help but smile and whispered teasingly: "Why don't you speak, Hashirama?" His voice echoed in the rain, with a hint of teasing and provocation.

Hashirama took off his mask, rubbed his stiff cheeks, and said depressedly: Madara, it's because you don't let me speak and keep a cold expression, so I can only be like this. I'm so tired. Uchiha has a paralyzed face every day, won't his muscles get stiff?

Humph, Uchiha wouldn't... Without waiting for Uchiha Madara to refute, Hashirama continued: And the clothes are a bit tight, Madara, you are so thin, you need to eat more.

Uchiha Madara's face turned dark and he said through gritted teeth: It's none of your business. It's you, Hashirama. As a Senju, you have to travel wearing the Uchiha clan costume. Don't you have anything to say?

Hashirama calmly summoned a piece of clothing without any markings from the storage scroll and put it on. He rolled up the Uchiha clan uniform and the mask and stuffed them into the scroll before saying, "What is there to say? Aren't they just clothes? Oh, I'll return this piece of clothing to you after I wash it."

Uchiha Madara opened his mouth, trying hard to ignore the clothes stuffed into the Thousand Hands Scroll. He sorted out his complicated emotions for a while before speaking calmly: Hashirama, I'm going to reunite with my clan members. What are your plans next?

Hashirama frowned and said helplessly: Tobirama should still be in the Rain Country, but his hiding place cannot be determined for the time being. Fujita's defenses must be very strict, and it is not good to approach rashly. I plan to collect some information first and then decide what to do.

Uchiha Madara was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: The Uchiha will stay in the Land of Rice for one night. I live in the only inn in the city. If you catch anyone useful, I can help you get information.

Hashirama was stunned and said quickly: No, I can do it by myself. Madara has already helped me a lot by helping me enter the city. I can’t... Uchiha Madara interrupted directly: Hashirama, instead of thinking so much, you might as well think about where to collect information.

Hashirama rubbed his hands together and said with a grin: "Of course it's the casino!" Uchiha Madara was stunned and frowned slightly: "Casino?"

Hashirama nodded rapidly and said confidently: Yes, the casino is a well-informed place, you will definitely gain something if you go there!

Uchiha Madara asked hesitantly: "But, do you know where the casino is? That kind of place shouldn't be on the street."

Hashirama patted his chest and said confidently: Don't worry, Madara! I'm old... ahem, no, I mean, I have a way to know the location of the casino.

Uchiha Madara narrowed his eyes and stared sharply at Hashirama, as if trying to see through his inner thoughts. He asked hesitantly: ...Is that so?

Hashirama's heart tightened and he jumped up suddenly, stammering: Madara, I...I, I'll go first, you should go back soon too, don't worry!

As he said that, he ran out of the alley like a gust of wind, leaving Uchiha Madara standing there alone, looking at his departing back with a puzzled look on his face.

After running out of the alley, Hashirama secretly thanked his luck for his quick reaction. If Madara had found out that he often hung out in casinos (in his previous life), he would have been lectured and beaten. Come to think of it, he really hadn't touched the dice for a long time. Thinking of this, Hashirama swallowed subconsciously. It was getting late, and it was time to go play, ah, it was time to collect intelligence.

In a dim and hidden alley, a row of low houses came into view. These houses looked a bit shabby, but at the door stood several muscular men with fierce eyes, obviously not good people.

As Hashirama slowly approached, a big man suddenly stretched out his hand to block the door. He looked at the obviously young boy with contempt and said fiercely: "Kid, this is not the place for you, go back home!"

Hashirama was not frightened. Instead, he took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket with a smile, shook them in front of everyone, and then put them back into his pocket. This action made several big men show greedy looks in their eyes, and they gradually surrounded him.

Hashirama didn't care and just said gently: The casino has nothing to do with age, I just go in to play a few games, I won't cause any trouble. After saying that, he gently pushed the thick arm in front of him, and actually made the tall man take several steps back.

Under the suddenly alert gazes of several people, he pushed the door open and walked in without looking away, leaving several big men looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

As soon as Hashirama walked into the room, he saw smoke everywhere and a bustling crowd. People were shouting and cheering one after another. He looked around, found a gambling table, and sat down.

When the men who were placing bets around saw Hashirama, they were stunned at first, as if they had seen something strange. Then, they pointed at Hashirama and laughed out loud. The laughter was like the howl of a wolf pack, full of ridicule and disdain.

Haha, look, there’s a little kid who hasn’t even fully grown his hair coming here to join in the fun!

Go away, kid, this is not the place for you! Don't bother us!

Hashirama didn't care at all. He calmly took out a banknote from his pocket and put it in the pile with "small" written on it. The gambler who was shaking the dice was also stunned when he saw Hashirama's action. He originally thought that this young man was just here to join in the fun, but he didn't expect that he would actually place a bet. But who cares? As long as he had money, it was enough.

At the urging of the men, the gambler shook the dice cup again. The dice flew and jumped inside the dice cup, making crisp collision sounds. The atmosphere on the scene was like a ignited flame, and it became hot again. People forgot everything. At this moment, their minds were all attracted by the dice cup, and they were roaring hoarsely.

big big big!

Small, small, small!

With a bang, the dice cup was placed on the table, and the gambler shouted, "Open!" The dice cup was slowly opened under the expectant gaze of everyone.

Four, four, five, big!

In an instant, the small table seemed to have turned into a bustling market, full of people and noise. Some people cheered as if they had won the whole world, while others wailed, their faces filled with disappointment and despair. A man who had lost money turned around and looked at the boy who also chose "small", and said maliciously: "Kid, get out of here if you lose all your money, and don't be an eyesore here!"