Chapter 303: The Fat Lamb at the Gambling Table

Months later, Iron Country.

"Hashirama, what's wrong?" Madara looked puzzled at the Hashirama who had suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The God of Ninja at that moment seemed as if struck by a petrification technique, staring straight ahead at some spot on the street, not even noticing his ice cream melting.

Madara followed his line of sight—there was a luxuriously decorated gambling den, its entrance bearing a sign reading "One Toss of a Thousand Gold," with countless gamblers in varied attire coming and going.

The situation was clear: Hashirama's gambling habit had resurfaced. Every time he gambled he lost everything, a weak yet highly addicted fat lamb.

Lian Ye trailed behind the two, sighing helplessly at Hashirama's demeanor.

"Uncle Hashirama is going to be a money‑bringing boy again…"

At that moment Hashirama was like a wild cat starved for three days spotting dried fish, exuding an aura of longing.

In plain terms, he's just a gambling bug gone mad.

With a grandpa like that, no wonder Gangshou will become a fat lamb of the Ninja World someday.

"Madara!" Hashirama suddenly turned, clasped his hands together, and pleaded, "I want to go in and play for a while…"

"No way." Madara refused resolutely, "You lose money every time you go in."

After months of traveling, Hashirama would always play two rounds whenever he came across a gambling den, yet never won a single coin, losing roughly two million taels in total.

He would never again let this Great Grudge Type Hashirama go to a gambling table to give away money.

Even if that kid Lian Ye had money, it shouldn't be wasted like this!

Indeed, all expenses along the way were covered by Lian Ye, including Hashirama's gambling costs.

Who let him earn a huge sum of money?

Besides, he couldn't possibly make Madara foot the bill, right?

"Trust me, this time we'll definitely win money!" Senju Hashirama said earnestly, "I have a feeling we can make a fortune, maybe even break even."

Madara curled his lip disdainfully, not believing Hashirama's words at all.

It is well known that a gambler's words cannot be trusted, especially a red‑eyed gambler like Hashirama.

Senju Hashirama's expression collapsed instantly, his head drooping, his face full of grievance.

"Please, Madara…" he tugged at Madara's sleeve, shaking, "I really have a feeling we can make money…"

Lian Ye watched in astonishment as Uncle Hashirama employed his charm technique again!

As expected, Lord Ban would soon agree!

Sure enough, a rare flicker of wavering appeared on Madara's millennial ice‑face.

"... If we lose everything, we'll leave." Madara finally couldn't resist Uncle Hashirama's charm and relented.

He turned to Lian Ye, "Kid, give him a hundred thousand taels."

"Understood, Lord Ban." Lian Ye handed the pre‑prepared banknotes to Hashirama.

How does Lian Ye know?

Because such incidents have occurred countless times along the way…

Each time Uncle Hashirama whines and acts cute, Lord Ban readily agrees, then lets himself give money to Uncle Hashirama for gambling; Hashirama quickly loses it all and slinks away from the den.

The next time they encounter a new gambling den, the same scene will replay.

Perhaps that's the brotherly bond of the older generation?

I don't understand it, but I respect it.

If Tuan Cang were to act cute toward him, he would have already cut him down with a single slash.

One can only say Indra and Asura's chakra is awesome; after thousands of years, their reincarnated bodies can still affect each other.

No wonder Heijue can discern their reincarnations; just see which of Senju and Uchiha can generate chemistry with each other.

Normally, when Senju meets Uchiha, they wish to annihilate each other's entire families.

Refer to Senju Feijian and Yuzhibo Quannai for reference…

And Madara and Hashirama are clearly the reincarnations of Indra and Asura.

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"Hehe, don't worry!" Hashirama, upon receiving the money, instantly revived at full strength, rubbing his hands excitedly, "When I make money, I'll treat you all to a feast!"

A gambler never loses every day; today he'll wipe away his past shame!

Hashirama, elated, rushed into the gambling den, with Madara and Lian Ye close behind.

"Next time I really can't relent," Madara murmured softly.

Lian Ye neither affirmed nor denied; he said the same last time…

Inside the gambling den, smoke swirled, and a cacophony of shouts and dice clatters filled the air.

"Big big big!" Hashirama boldly slapped the banknotes Lian Ye gave him onto the gambling table, his eyes shining.

He had a feeling that today he could win back all the money he previously lost at this den.

But in Madara and Lian Ye's eyes, it was — this money‑bringing boy was about to start giving away money again!

Madara glanced at Lian Ye, who immediately understood, pulling out a stack of banknotes and betting them on the small side.

"Bet placed, don't touch!" the dealer shouted loudly, then opened the cup, "One two three, small."

Hashirama's smile froze on his face.

Lian Ye cheerfully took the winnings, noting that Hashirama and Gangshou share the same mechanism: as long as you bet opposite to them, you can make money.

Fortunately, in the new gambling den, nobody besides him and Madara knew this mechanism, allowing him to profit a bit.

Many people, like Hashirama, also bet on the big side.

Madara wore an expression of "just as expected," confirming that a gambler's words truly can't be trusted!

It's hard to imagine that Hashirama, who once roamed the Ninja World with him, looks so miserable at a gambling table.

"How ugly, Hashirama."

Hearing his friend's scornful words, Hashirama turned bright red with anxiety and hurriedly explained, "Don't worry, I can win it back right away! Trust me!"

Madara Uchiha: "……"

Lian Ye: "……"

Ten minutes later.

"One more time! This time I'll definitely win!" Hashirama, unrelenting, pushed all his remaining money forward, "single bet!"

The dice cup was opened—"double six, leopard, all‑in."

Madara Uchiha: "……"

Lian Ye: "……"

Another five minutes passed.

Bills were spread out before Lian Ye, while Hashirama had not a single one left in front of him.

"Madara…" Hashirama turned his head pitifully, "Lend me a bit more…"

Madara Uchiha's face remained expressionless: "Nothing left."

In fifteen minutes he lost dozens of thousands of taels… apart from Hashirama, perhaps only his granddaughter Gangshou could have done it.

Grandfather and granddaughter were literally the big fat lambs on the Ninja World gambling table!

Once you figure out the mechanism, making money is as easy as drinking water; Lian Ye earned a huge sum in a short time.

"But I'm just a little short of winning," Hashirama still remained unrelenting.

Madara Uchiha sneered: "You said the same last time."

Lian Ye silently watched Hashirama go from his initial high‑spirited fighting spirit to his current despondent state.

"Uncle Hashirama, stop, cut your losses in time…"

I can't just stand by; after all, Hashirama is losing his own money.

"Got it, Lian Ye…"

Hashirama had lost all the money he had, and left the gambling hall dejected.

In the sunset, the three of them walked farther apart, leaving only the gambling hall owner wiping sweat at the doorway.

"Weren't those two said to have died long ago?"

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ps: Hehe, writing a novel is really awesome, I think I can finish paying it off soon, hahaha!