Arm Wrestling with Tsunade

"Look, it's the big spender! She's back!"

"Huh, it really is her. She lost her bet earlier, couldn't pay up, and ran off. She's got the nerve to come back? Isn't she afraid they'll break her legs?"

"She's famous for being an easy mark. She loses every bet. They say she's lost five million in just three days. She's slippery, too—she gets away every time. What's wrong with her today? She's walked straight into a trap."

Long Ye had barely followed the two women into the gambling house when the place erupted. Voices boiled around him, as noisy as a crowded market.

The crowd parted, and more than a dozen men carrying Samurai Swords came toward them.

"You've got the nerve to come back? Planning to pay your debt with your life?"

A one-eyed swordsman stepped out from the group, fixing Tsunade with a cold stare.

"I'm here to pay what I owe!"

Tsunade planted her hands on her hips, brimming with confidence.

"Pay?"

Everyone exchanged looks, as though they'd heard something unheard of.

"You ran off barely half an hour ago. You've got the money already?"

The one-eyed swordsman looked unconvinced.

Tsunade smiled. "Not yet. But I will soon..."

"Clear out and get me a table. I'm arm wrestling this man. If I win, I'll have fifty million. Then I'll pay you back, interest and all."

"What?!"

The mention of fifty million drew a wave of cries. Even the one-eyed swordsman's eyelid twitched in shock.

"Are you serious?"

His tone softened at once.

Tsunade didn't answer. She turned to look at Long Ye.

Everyone followed her gaze to a mysterious figure wearing a mask.

The mask made him mysterious, but hardly unusual. Strange outfits were common throughout the Shinobi World, especially in gambling houses, so no one thought much