Lin Mu sat upright opposite the gambler, making no move to leave.
He looked up at Jiraiya and said:
"Master Jiraiya, let me take this one. I've been feeling pretty lucky lately. Maybe I can win 3,000 ryo!"
"You little..."
Jiraiya was about to tell Lin Mu to leave when he noticed a gleam in the boy's eyes, as though he was trying to signal something.
He immediately swallowed what he had been about to say, scratched his head, and chuckled:
"Normally, a kid your age shouldn't be gambling, but since you're so eager, I'll let you try it once!"
With that, he turned to the middle-aged gambler and said:
"In that case, my young student will bet against you on my behalf. As for the stakes, we'll go with what the boy just said!"
Since Jiraiya had given his approval, the middle-aged gambler had no further objections.
"To be honest, this is my first time betting against a kid like you. Don't start crying if you lose!"
As the middle-aged gambler spoke, his hands kept moving. He picked up the dice, put them back in the cup, shook it, and set it upside down on the floor.
"You know the rules, right? If the dice add up to an even number, it's 'cho.' If they add up to an odd number, it's 'han'!"
"Got it, got it! I just have to guess even or odd, right? That's easy!"
Lin Mu waved a hand, looking utterly innocent.
Watching Lin Mu's confidence, Jiraiya felt a little puzzled.
Just what is this brat up to?
Still, Lin Mu was wise beyond his years. He probably wouldn't get himself into a losing deal.
A smile appeared on the middle-aged gambler's face as well.
*What an ignorant little brat! The simpler the game, the