Tsunade Actually Won

The atmosphere inside the gambling den was electric!

This is the final round; Tsunade only has one last game left to play.

All eyes were on Tsunade, whose gaze was fixed on the dice cup shaking in the air, as if trying to see through its secrets.

Tsunade knew this was her last chance; if she failed, she would lose everything. However, she was unwilling to give up easily and wanted to take a gamble!

Tsunade simply couldn't believe she would keep losing!

After all, influenced by her grandfather, her childhood dream was to win at every gambling den!

The dice cup in the dealer's hand flew through the air, making a crisp sound. Tsunade's heart raced, her breathing became rapid and heavy, and she stared intently at the dice cup.

"Clang!" The dice cup was slammed onto the table, and everyone's eyes were drawn to it.

"Everyone! The betting has begun!"

The atmosphere in the gambling den instantly became heated when the bets were placed, and everyone's eyes were focused on Tsunade, as if she were the central figure in this gambling game.

After all, everyone had won by betting against her earlier, and they were all eagerly anticipating her choice.

Without hesitation, Tsunade placed all her bets on the "big" area with a clean and decisive motion.

Seeing this, everyone else confidently placed their bets on the "small" area, believing that Tsunade would definitely lose again this time.

However, Tsunade seemed to be in a separate world, her attention completely focused on the gambling table.

Her heart was racing, her breathing was rapid, and she knew this was her last chance; she had to seize it.

As the dice fell, the atmosphere in the gambling den reached its peak.

All eyes were fixed on the dice cup, and their heartbeats seemed to be in sync.

Tsunade gripped the chips tightly, her eyes filled with tension and anticipation.

Clatter! The dice flew through the air, making a crisp sound.

With a shout of "Place your bets! Open!" the gambling den erupted in cheers once more.

All eyes were fixed on the mysterious dice cup, as if awaiting a verdict from fate.

"Five, four, four, big!" The voice echoed in the gambling den, Tsunade's face instantly turned from pale to rosy.

She could hardly believe her ears; she had actually won!

Since arriving in this unfamiliar town, she had never won a single bet, but tonight she actually tasted victory.

Tsunade couldn't help but jump up. Her laughter was crisp and loud, full of joy and excitement. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she could already see herself becoming the God of Gamblers in the future.

The other gamblers looked pale and dejected; they had basically all gone all in with their chips!

But unexpectedly, he ended up losing to Tsunade!

Their chips lay scattered on the table, like their shattered dreams.

Laughing loudly, Tsunade swept all the chips into her box and walked out of the gambling den with her head held high.

Night fell, enveloping the peaceful town, and the stars twinkled in the sky.

Tsunade her suitcase and walked Earth Flow along the town's streets. Moonlight shone on her, outlining her graceful figure.

Her face beamed with barely suppressed excitement, and she was happily making plans in her mind.

First, head to that bustling tavern, savor a few glasses of fine wine, let the spiciness of the alcohol bloom on your tongue, and forget the troubles of the world. Then, go to your usual massage parlor to relax your tense body and enjoy a moment of peace and comfort.

Just as Tsunade was immersed in this wonderful reverie, a strange sense of alertness suddenly arose within her.

She sensed an unusual presence, as if a pair of eyes were watching her every move from the darkness.

Tsunade's eyes turned cold, her body froze instantly, and she whirled around, shouting angrily at the boundless darkness behind her, "Come out!"

Her voice pierced the silence of the night, echoing through the alleyways, filled with undeniable authority.

In the darkness, there was first a deathly silence, then a steady thud of footsteps. A masked man slowly stepped out, his figure appearing hazy and mysterious in the moonlight.

He walked up to Tsunade, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Lady Tsunade."

Under the cover of night, Tsunade stood quietly in silence, her eyes were like sharp swords unsheathed, the cold light flashed, and her eyebrows were tightened, carving out a profound "chuan" shape.

Her gaze was intense, fixed on the mysterious man who was clearly dressed as a member of the Anbu, her eyes like sharp arrows trying to pierce the secrets hidden in the night.

In the darkness, the man's figure appeared somewhat blurry, seemingly blending into the shadows. Tsunade muttered to herself, "It's the old man's man. Could something have happened in the village?"

The thought flashed through her mind, instantly tightening her previously relaxed mood.

A gentle breeze stirred, ruffling a few strands of hair on Tsunade's forehead. Her gaze sharpened, as if she wanted to see through the man's mask to uncover the secrets hidden behind him.

The surrounding air seemed to be infected by Tsunade's aura, becoming heavy and oppressive. In the deathly silence, only her steady breathing stood out.

"Speak! What exactly happened?" Teuchi the silence, her voice deep and authoritative.

The man lowered his head slightly, seemingly hesitant about how to speak.

Seeing Tsunade, Tsunade's unease intensified. "Stop dawdling, tell me!" Her voice was already tinged with urgency.

The man finally made up his mind, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his head, preparing to reveal to Tsunade the news that could upend everything...

The tavern was filled with the faint smell of alcohol and the noisy chatter of people. Tsunade and the man sat facing each other, their faces illuminated by the dim light.

Tsunade gently lifted the glass and gulped down the strong liquor in one go; the spicy liquid slid down her throat like flames.

She spoke slowly, her tone laced with undisguised sarcasm. "So, Danzo caused this mess and I'm supposed to go back and clean it up? Let me tell you, absolutely not!"

Her gaze was firm and resolute, sweeping over the man as if questioning him.

"They deserved it!" Tsunade slammed down her wine glass, which clattered against the table with a sharp sound. Her face was filled with anger and contempt.

Tsunade was overjoyed; she had long disliked those old folks in the village. What had they done to the village that her grandfather had built?

Even her teacher... disappointed her greatly! When she suggested that each class be equipped with a medical-nin, he rejected it without hesitation!

At this moment, Tsunade's cheeks were slightly flushed from the alcohol and excitement. She clenched her teeth and unconsciously made fists with her hands.

The anger seemed about to burst through the small tavern and surge towards the village's disappointing leaders.

The man remained silent, simply watching Tsunade, unsure how to respond, while Tsunade continued to wallow in her anger.