The Legendary Sucker Won't Win My Money!

Sprawled at the head of the gambling table was a voluptuous woman in a green robe, with the enormous character for "gamble" written on her back.

Though she was already in her forties, the woman still had the dewy skin of a twenty-year-old. Her dazzling blond hair was tied in twin tails that fell loosely over her fragrant shoulders. Her delicate features were perfectly arranged on her face, and the diamond-shaped mark on her forehead was especially alluring.

Her slender brows were slightly furrowed, and her limpid eyes, hazy with a touch of drunkenness, radiated endless charm.

Of course, stunning as her beauty was, what drew the most attention lay beneath her slender, graceful neck: the magnificent, surging curves of her chest.

Countless men were enthralled by her beauty, and the sound of swallowing echoed throughout the gambling den.

That was why the red-haired boy's involuntary exclamation rang out so loudly.

"What a fair-skinned Legendary Sucker!" The words echoed again and again.

The mature blond beauty, who had been pouring liquor into her mouth straight from the jug, spat it out with a puff and fixed an intensely displeased gaze on the handsome brat.

Although countless people called her the Legendary Sucker behind her back, this brat was the first to dare say it to her face.

The blond beauty flexed her fist and slammed it down on the heavy gambling table with a bang. Before the horrified eyes of the crowd, the sturdy table instantly shattered into pieces.

The woman sneered. "Brat, how far do you want to go flying?"

Dōmeki lightly slapped his own forthright mouth and walked over with an awkward smile. The bystanders had retreated in fear, leaving an empty circle around the mature beauty.

"Sorry, Lady Legendary Sucker. I was just speaking from the heart!" Dōmeki apologized with a perfectly serious expression.

"Bastard!"

The blond beauty threw a punch.

"Don't, Lady Tsunade!"

Just then, a dark-haired girl carrying a piglet hurried over and grabbed Tsunade's outstretched arm. "You could kill him with that!"

Tsunade merely snorted. "Shizune, take a closer look. This brat is no ordinary kid!"

The dark-haired girl looked up in surprise and discovered that the red-haired boy had caught Lady Tsunade's fist with ease.

Though she knew Lady Tsunade wouldn't use her full strength, she was the princess of the Senju Clan. How could an ordinary person catch her fist so easily?

"Lord Dōmeki, who is this?"

Haku and Kimimaro hurried to Dōmeki's side and asked.

"Princess Tsunade, a major figure famous throughout the Shinobi World!"

At the name, realization dawned on both of them. After all, there was practically no one who didn't know it.

Princess Tsunade, granddaughter of the First Hokage, one of the Konoha Sannin, and hailed as the strongest kunoichi.

Of course, Tsunade was respected by shinobi throughout the Shinobi World not merely because of her strength. Though she was a princess born into Konoha's most distinguished shinobi clan, she was the first to advocate training specialized medical-nin and making them essential members of standard shinobi squads.

She established and promoted specialized hospitals in the village, allowing ordinary people to receive treatment from shinobi as well.

Tsunade had also mastered every Medical Ninjutsu in the Shinobi World and developed quite a few Ninjutsu for emergency treatment, which had quietly spread. Countless shinobi had benefited from her work.

It could be said that, whether in looks, strength, family background, or strength, Tsunade was a perfect figure at the forefront of the Shinobi World, except-

Except for one well-known flaw: she was addicted to gambling.

Of course, that was a glorious tradition inherited from the God of Shinobi, but it had also come with a curse: she lost every bet she made.

Tsunade withdrew her fist in displeasure, looking at the red-haired boy with even greater hostility.

"This is all your fault! I was about to clean everyone out, and now they've all run away!"

Dōmeki stared at Tsunade, speechless, and grumbled inwardly, You really have no idea how bad your luck is, do you? Besides, everyone was clearly scared off by your violence!

The red-haired boy suddenly jumped across from Tsunade and sat down with a hearty smile.

"How about I play with you?"

Tsunade curled her lip in disdain. "You're still wet behind the ears, brat. You aren't old enough to gamble, are you?"

"Tch!" Dōmeki said in exasperation. "This world really is messed up. Kids only a few years old can be sent to the battlefield to kill, but they can't gamble or buy Icha Icha Paradise because they're too young?"

Perhaps the mention of children and battlefields had stirred Tsunade's memories. She fell silent for a long while, a complicated look on her face.

Then she suddenly caught on. "You little pervert, you've bought that bastard Jiraiya's banned book?"

Dōmeki snorted disdainfully. "A banned book? It's nothing special!"

For some reason, Tsunade's expression improved a little. Perhaps anyone who joined her in looking down on Jiraiya could earn her favor!

"Do you have money?"

Dōmeki looked straight at his financial manager, and Haku reluctantly pulled out a large wad of cash.

"Good!" Tsunade licked her lips, which were as luscious as rose petals. "Shizune, get my money out. I'm going to teach this brat a proper lesson today!!!"

I'm going to be rich! Dōmeki's eyes gleamed gold.

An hour later.

Tsunade, looking refreshed, swept all the cash into her magnificent bosom and tilted the red-haired boy's chin up, still wanting more.

"Brat, looks like you're not very good at this!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Dōmeki struck the pose from The Scream in disbelief. How could he have lost to the Legendary Sucker, Tsunade?

After pinching his own cheek, he stared blankly at Tsunade, who had never looked so satisfied, and the little housekeeper smiling behind her. Was something wrong with this world? Had he transmigrated into an upside-down world?

"Want to keep playing?" The more Tsunade looked at the brat, the more she liked him. "You can even borrow some money!"

Dōmeki looked back at Haku, who seemed to have wilted. Seeing him make an expression that said it was all gone, Dōmeki shook his head helplessly and fled in some embarrassment.

"Hahaha! Three million ryō! Tsk, tsk!"

Tsunade's arrogant laughter behind him sounded painfully grating to the boy.

It's only a tenth of an Asuma. Hold it in, I absolutely have to hold it in!

Dōmeki gritted his teeth and kept running.

"Brat!" Tsunade suddenly called out to Dōmeki as he was leaving.

Dōmeki looked back at the Legendary Sucker expressionlessly and heard the hateful woman ask with a smile:

"Brat, tell me your name. I'm willing to call you the greatest gambler in the Shinobi World!"

"Bastard!"

Dōmeki charged straight out the door, but a name still drifted back on the wind.

"Dōmeki Shun!"