Hashirama Reborn

The man's mocking voice echoed in the corner of the casino, with a bit of disdain and provocation. Hashirama didn't care at all. He took out a few more banknotes without blinking, and flicked his fingers. The banknotes floated gently like a light butterfly onto the "small" pile.

The man's mocking expression paused. He widened his eyes and looked at Hashirama's confident expression. An inexplicable emotion surged in his heart. He took out the last bit of money on him, hesitated for a moment, then hardened his heart and bet on "small".

This kid has the courage to enter the casino alone, he must not be an ordinary kid. Maybe he was just testing the situation just now, and now he has a way to turn the tables. There are many people who have the same idea. Looking at Hashirama's calm and confident appearance, they can't help but feel a bit curious and expectant.

So, more and more people began to bet on the "small" pile, and soon, the "small" pile was filled with banknotes, like a small mountain, exuding the tempting smell of money.

However, just when everyone thought victory was in sight, the dice cup was opened again.

Four, five, six, big!

This result was like a bolt from the blue, instantly shattering everyone's hopes. They looked at the money that originally belonged to them but now flowed to the other side, and their hearts were filled with pain and unwillingness.

Ah, no!

How could this happen? My money!

There was a sudden wailing sound all around, as if it was the end of a tragedy. Those who once had high hopes for Hashirama were now like eggplants hit by frost, hanging their heads in dejection.

The commotion and wailing around him failed to shake Hashirama in the slightest. He took out another banknote from his pocket and put it on the "small" pile. He stared at the three small dice with shining eyes, a look of expectation and desire, just like an old gambler.

The men who lost money originally wanted to make trouble, but when they saw the thugs eyeing them covetously in the dark of the casino, they had to suppress the anger in their hearts. They stood behind Hashirama with resentment, staring at him with vicious eyes, and cursed this little devil in their hearts who made them lose money.

Soon, they discovered that their curse seemed to have come true. The little devil was really always losing. No matter whether he chose "big" or "small", the dice seemed to have their own consciousness and deliberately went against him, always showing the opposite number.

A long time passed, but the atmosphere in the casino was higher than ever before. No one left, and everyone gathered around a small gambling table. The scene was even more lively than the Chinese New Year.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on a black-haired boy sitting at the gambling table with a deep and determined look in his eyes. After thinking for a moment, he carefully placed the money in his hand on the "big" area. In an instant, everyone rushed to put their money on the "small" area, looking at the dice cup with shining eyes, waiting for another victory.

The gambler's face was pale and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. This situation had happened many times. He originally thought that a rich sucker had come to the casino and he could make a lot of money, but as time went by, he gradually realized that something was wrong.

Whenever the boy bet on "big", other gamblers would bet on "small" without hesitation, and vice versa. It seemed as if they had found a secret to winning: as long as they bet on the opposite number from the boy, they would win 100%.

The gambler began to panic, and his hands were shaking as he shook the dice cup. He had already let these gamblers win too much money, and if this continued, he would probably be punished by the casino.

Snap! Under the gambler's nervous gaze, the dice cup was opened again: one, two, three, small.

The gamblers around suddenly let out a deafening roar. They were like a group of crazy wild beasts, pouncing on the banknotes and fighting for them non-stop, with greed and madness written all over their faces, as if these banknotes were everything in their lives.

The gambler stood there stupidly, his eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he was shocked by the scene before him, and he couldn't believe that all this was real. His heart was filled with endless doubts and pain. He kept asking himself: Is there really such an unlucky person in the world? He lost so many games in a row, and never won once, not even once!

Hashirama looked down in disappointment and touched his empty pockets. The middle-aged man who had been mocking Hashirama maliciously was now smiling like a flower. He patted Hashirama on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Little brother, do you want to try something else? In addition to comparing sizes, there are many other fun things here!"

Hashirama shook his head and said helplessly: I just like playing dice. I ran away because my family didn't allow me to. I thought I could play freely in the Rain Country, but when I got here I found out that there was martial law. I didn't dare to stay any longer and had to go home quickly. I dare not come to the Rain Country again.

After hearing this, the man was afraid that the sucker would not come again, so he hurriedly spoke to comfort him: Don’t worry, brother, the Rain Country is actually very safe. The reason for the martial law now is because a ninja attempted to assassinate Lord Fujita, but it will be lifted soon, so you don’t have to worry.

Hashirama's heart skipped a beat, and he asked calmly: No way, Lord Fujita has been assassinated, how can martial law be lifted? Has the assassin been caught?

The man shook his head and replied: No, the assassin ran away, but Lord Fujita is protected by ninjas, so he is still very safe. The martial law is now in place mainly because we are afraid that the assassin ninja will run away. Once the assassin is dealt with, things will be settled.

Hashirama hesitated for a while: Brother, you are not lying to me, it has been several days and the assassin has not been found yet. Can it be solved quickly?

The man nodded confidently, leaned close to Hashirama's ear and whispered: Although we haven't found it yet, we will soon. We have basically determined the assassin's hiding place. Brother, let's not talk about anything else. My relative is the guard of the Fujita family. The news he gave me yesterday cannot be false.

Hashirama's eyes lit up, and he asked in a low voice: "Brother, do you know where the assassin is? I'm staying in the city these days, and I have to find a way to avoid that place. If I lose my life, I won't be able to play dice anymore."

The man hesitated for a while, perhaps afraid that he would accidentally lose his life. After a long while, he whispered: It's in the west of the city, just don't go there.

Hashirama said with emotion: Thank you, brother. When I have money, I will come to play with you next time. The man immediately smiled and pulled Hashirama to give him a lot of instructions. If you didn’t know, you would think he was his biological son.

By the time Hashirama left the casino, the sun had already set quietly and a drizzle began to fall from the sky. The raindrops fell on the ground, making a crisp sound, adding a bit of bleakness to the quiet night.

It's time to go find Tobirama.