"Hashirama, I've noticed that ever since what happened to my big brother, your state of mind has been getting more and more downcast."
"Oh? Has it? Hahaha, perhaps."
Hashirama lowered his head and shook the dice vigorously, as though the answer the Uchiha Clan wanted was hidden within them.
"I'm opening!"
"Oh! I'm opening too~"
The two rotten gamblers, one big and one small, lifted their cups at the same time. The dice inside each added up to exactly six.
"Six? With luck like yours, what the hell are you even playing dice for?"
The Shadow Clone snatched Hashirama's dice cup and gave it several hard shakes before slamming it onto the table.
"Big or small?"
Hashirama hesitated before slowly answering, "...Big!"
The Shadow Clone lifted the cup, revealing three ones inside.
"You lost."
The Shadow Clone picked up the dice again, shook them, and set the cup back down on the table.
"Big or small?"
"...Big!"
Smack!
"You lost!"
Smack!
"You lost again!"
"Lost!"
"Still lost!"
More than ten minutes later, Hashirama was already drenched in sweat. His eyes were fixed on the dice cup in the Shadow Clone's hand like a gambler willing to risk his life.
"Big! It has to be big this time!"
"Accept your fate. Your luck isn't meant for this, Hashirama!"
Hashirama fell silent, his face drooping in disappointment. Seeing this, Little Tsunade immediately ran between them.
"You're not allowed to bully my grandpa!"
"..." The Shadow Clone looked at Little Tsunade and, for some reason, reached out to ruffle her hair. "No one's bullying him~ We're just playing."
Hashirama laughed helplessly and pulled Tsunade aside.
"Well, even if I can't beat you at dice, it's still a decent way to pass the time. By the way, you didn't come here just for