It seemed my gaming skills really were at the absolute bottom of all Konoha...
With a creak, accompanied by the faint morning mist, the door of the Japanese-style wooden house was pushed open with a sigh after having remained shut all night.
One foot stepped into the wooden house amid the lingering morning mist.
"Seriously... I couldn't have lost any harder! I didn't win even once!"
Then came a string of muttered complaints carrying an indescribable emotion.
"Sigh... this can't even be called bad luck anymore..."
As Chiba entered the Japanese-style wooden house, he took off his shoes and sighed to himself. He also wiped his face, still feeling as if the various doodles that had covered it yesterday had not been completely washed away.
Last night, over fifty full rounds of cards, he had lost fifty-one times—and they had been playing the simplest possible game.
That was right, the simplest possible game, yet he had lost fifty-one times in fifty rounds. He had no idea how he had lost that extra round, or how he had managed to meet the one-in-a-million condition for "double losers" in such a simple game.
Honestly, yesterday's games had made him question his entire life.
And Hirohiko and Yukina seemed to have seized that opportunity, becoming more excessive than the other. At first, the stakes had merely been flicking each other's palms, then it became flicking foreheads, then snapping rubber bands against foreheads, and after that, drawing all sorts of expressions on faces. Honestly, his brow and forehead had suffered an unprecedented disaster last night. Before it escalated into drawing on faces, his forehead and brow had already turned completely red. By the time they had finished fifty rounds and he had lost fifty-one times, he had gone completely "black," his face looking like