The Money Came From... [Seeking Recommendation Tickets]

Chapter 45: Coming for the Money... [Seeking Recommendation Tickets]

"You're the one who's a kid! Your whole family are kids!"

Hearing the doorman call them that, Toneri immediately jumped up. If he admitted to being a kid, how could he get into the gambling house?

As for using the Transformation Technique...

Clumsily tying a red tie and styling his hair like an adult.

Forget it. How could a gambling house that could open on Konoha's bustling streets be ordinary? Wouldn't it have some connections?

The sign hanging at the entrance clearly stated that all Ninjutsu was forbidden inside the gambling house, and those caught would bear the consequences.

A gambling house like this would definitely have Ninja guarding it, at least at the Chunin level. Tsunade might not care, but what about them, Genin, or even kids below Genin?

Hearing Toneri's words, the gambling house doorman's eyes widened. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to teach this brat in front of him a lesson.

Gambling houses, more or less, had some combat power. Especially these doormen, they might be far from Ninja, but they definitely wouldn't take ordinary children seriously.

But were Toneri and the others ordinary children?

He immediately pulled Minato, who was dazed behind him, and pushed him to the front, pointing at the forehead protector on Minato's forehead and shouting, "Come on, you move! Try moving one!"

Seeing the forehead protector that represented a Ninja, the burly doorman was suddenly at a loss.

It was fine to bully civilians, but a Ninja... even if he looked like a child, he wasn't someone he could handle.

Seeing the burly man stop, Toneri snorted and pulled Minato behind him again. "We all know Ninjutsu. You should know the consequences of speaking carelessly.

Don't look at our short stature; we are all genuine adults. I'm eighteen this year! This one with the forehead protector is a little younger than me, but he's also seventeen! Both are adults.

Even if we go to a restaurant, the ban on alcohol doesn't restrict us, so why can't we enter a gambling house? Hmm?"

The burly doorman's eyes widened even further. He looked at Toneri, the shortest of the three, and listened to him confidently claim he was eighteen, yet his height only reached his waist...

I didn't study much, don't lie to me!

Toneri pressed his advantage, glaring back. "What? You think I'm questioning a Ninja's words? You didn't study much, you haven't seen 'dwarves,' so don't make assumptions about our age. Believe it or not, I'll go find Lord Third tomorrow to complain?!

Speaking of which, you let that big fat sheep... urk urk..."

Before he could finish speaking, Toneri's mouth was covered by the doorman. He glanced around cautiously, and finding no one paying attention to them, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

However, he also believed a part of what Toneri said. After all, not everyone could call someone "big fat sheep," a nickname only circulated among their gamblers.

This guy clearly knows his stuff!

Since their age wasn't an issue, preventing gamblers from entering wasn't within his job description.

"Please!" The burly doorman extended his hand, letting the three little ones in.

But he vaguely felt something was wrong. What were "dwarves"?

It's also his fault for not studying much. Maybe they were different from people from the Land of Fire or the Land of Lightning, a special group of people who just happened to be short.

So people... should read more, watch more news, eat fewer snacks, and sleep more...

They entered the gambling house.

It was Minato and Kushina's first time in such a chaotic place, their eyes full of curiosity.

Although it was Toneri's first time too, he quickly found his target: the liveliest, most boisterous place in the entire gambling house.

Tsunade was sitting there with great flair, with several leaders opposite her, their faces full of smiles. The rest had surrounded the area three layers deep.

The three of them were small, so they easily squeezed in and stood at the front.

In front of Tsunade, several stacks of coins were placed conspicuously, each stack worth a million Ryo.

Seeing the money, Toneri's eyes were instantly glued to it. He guessed that Tsunade might have brought out all her rewards from the Second Great Ninja War for a grand gamble.

There must be tens of millions of Ryo here, almost as much as Asuma's.

Slurp

The food expenses for the second half of the year were right here!

However, Tsunade's arrival was very sudden. So, even though all the gamblers in the house had gathered here, the actual participants were only Tsunade and the gambling house dealer. Everyone else was just a small gambler.

They got some scraps, like Toneri and the others. Fortunately, they were the cream of the crop among the scrap-eaters.

After all, not everyone could bring out tens of millions of Ryo at any given moment like Tsunade.

They bet right after Tsunade. No matter what she bet on, they would bet on the opposite side.

Compared to the thousands or tens of thousands of Ryo thrown by others, Toneri's direct bet of two hundred thousand Ryo made him stand out.

Because of this, the dealer specifically paid attention to the three excited little ones, especially lingering on Minato's forehead protector for a second.

In their eyes, these were people trying to snatch food, but since they weren't breaking any rules, there was nothing they could do.

To be fair, Tsunade's gambling skills, in Toneri's opinion, were terrible, but her sportsmanship was truly excellent.

She had the power to ignore everyone present but still sat down and gambled like a normal person, her face flushed with excitement waiting for the dealer to open the betting.

"Hey, Toneri, you bet all your capital?" Kushina couldn't help but tug on Toneri's sleeve.

Although the scene inside the gambling house now felt strange to her, like a large-breasted woman fighting a crowd.

Toneri waved his hand, "Don't worry, trust me!"

Tsunade also knew her pure gambling skills were insufficient, so she played the simplest game, betting on high or low.

And the odds were very simple, just one-to-one.

Did the result... need to be said?

It was most normal for Tsunade to lose; if she won, trouble would surely follow.

Soon, the money in Toneri's hand became four hundred thousand Ryo.

Looking at the money in his hand, Minato and Kushina felt their values regarding money collapse, especially Minato.

He stared blankly at the extra money, his expression a complex mix of...

Little question mark, you must have many friends?

How can money come like this?

Then what was the point of him working hard on missions to earn a living?

He went out with two hundred thousand Ryo and came back with four hundred thousand?

At this moment, Toneri just wanted to tell Minato that not everyone could play like this; one had to encounter a rare, big "fat sheep" in the gambling world.

Moreover, Tsunade was alone now, without Shizune by her side to constantly advise her.

Therefore, Tsunade was going to have a gamble tonight.

As the saying goes, "Gently I depart, as gently as I came; I wave my hand, and take not a single banknote."

Tonight would surely be a night that would subvert Minato and Kushina's values, a night that would show them that money doesn't always have to be earned through missions.

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