Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

This was the first time Hashirama was so surprised in Yifang. He was worried almost from the beginning to the end, and all his nerves were stretched to the limit in the guessing match between the woman and the croupier.

Compared to himself, this girl who didn't know where she came from was like a god of gamblers who could win every time.

However, she didn't forget about it and keep playing just because she won.

She only played thirteen games out of thirteen. After winning thirteen games in a row, the woman stopped at the right time.

Hashirama was so overwhelmed by his good luck that he asked the woman with envy how she managed to win so many games in a row without noticing the killing intent around her.

The woman put all the money she won into a money bag, then pulled Hashirama and started running.

"Why are you running? You didn't steal or rob anything. We're sitting upright. Oh, it hurts. Who's going to spank me?"

"Idiot," the woman cursed him in a low voice, and rushed out before the people from Yifang could say "Close the door."

It wasn't until this moment that Hashirama seriously looked at the woman in front of him.

Although the cloak wrapped her whole body, the movement she used to pull him to escape was enough for him to be sure that the other party was a ninja, and a well-trained ninja.

Regardless of whether a ninja has other abilities, the ability to escape comes first.

The woman pulled the confused Hashirama and ran around, and finally stopped in a small alley that few people passed by.

Hashirama stared intently at the woman's exposed face, his eyes full of inquiry.

The other party felt Hashirama's gaze and quickly turned his head to glance at him.

"May I ask……"

"Count to see if these are the ones?"

A money bag fell into Hashirama's arms without warning. He was startled by the unexpected money bag. He stretched out his hand and instinctively covered it to prevent it from falling to the ground.

"Is this...the money you just won?"

The woman nodded in disgust, "Count the ones you lost all."

Hashirama listened in confusion. After a long time, he realized what he was doing and started counting the money.

He counted and counted, and finally finished, with a surprised expression on his face.

"The money is as much as what I lost, not a penny more, not a penny less."

"That's good, put it away, and don't come here again. An upright person like you can't see the opponent's tricks at all. If this continues, no matter how much money you pay, the end will be the same."

Hashirama hasn't recovered from his confusion, and he hasn't found the point yet.

"You said they used Qianju?"

The woman smiled faintly, but there was a bit of disdain in her smile, "It turns out that you are not hopelessly stupid."

Hashirama didn't understand even more. He looked at the heavy bag of money in his hand and then at the woman's profile. He didn't understand, "You and I met by chance, why did you help me?"

The woman turned to look at him, her eyes much colder. She said, "I'm only going to help you this time. I want you to understand that with your IQ, it's impossible to defeat Yifang."

"IQ?" Hashirama frowned and whispered, "Why are you still attacking me personally? My IQ is very high."

The woman then said: "They are all getting married. How can the woman's family trust her to leave her to you if you look like this?"

She said this, and after being stunned for a few seconds, Hashirama suddenly knew something.

He put away his cynical look, stood up straight and looked at the person in front of him. On the street corner not far from here, a woman in the same dress shouted towards him.

"Sister, it's time to go."

At this time, the street suddenly became crowded with pedestrians because a noble's sedan chair passed by.

The young woman was bumped by a passerby, and her cloak fell off her head, revealing a red waterfall of hair.

The woman ignored Hashirama and turned around to walk towards the person who called her.

Hashirama didn't know what was going on in his mind. When he came to his senses, the woman had already gone far away.

At this moment, Hashirama suddenly wanted to know the other person's name.

Seeing that the other party left without asking any more questions, Hashirama showed an urgent expression to a woman for the first time.

"Excuse me, what's your name?"

The woman's back froze. She turned back and glanced at Hashirama. She just glanced at Hashirama. She didn't tell Hashirama her name and just disappeared into the crowded street.

There were people coming and going, and the white figure wearing a cloak quickly disappeared into the crowd.

She disappeared so completely, it was as if she had never appeared.

The hand holding the money bag tightened again and again, and Hashirama looked down blankly.

This money bag is very ordinary, I don’t even know which gambler it belongs to, but the money seems to be extra heavy.

Hashirama knew that he counted correctly, but he couldn't figure out why it was so heavy. At this time, he didn't know about added value.

At this time, he still didn't know what spring heart sprouting meant, and he didn't know how to write "A Glance for Ten Thousand Years".

"Thirteen rounds..." Hashirama muttered quietly.

Thirteen rounds were exactly the number of rounds Hashirama played, not too many in one round and too little in the other.

He just felt weird and put his palm on his chest. He felt that he might have caught a cold. Otherwise, why would his face be so hot and his heart so empty?

When Hashirama went to the tea house agreed with Tobirama with his money bag and a lonely expression, Tobirama was already sitting there.

Sitting next to the window on the second floor of the tea house, Tobirama was leaning against the window frame and looking out.

The sun shone on half of his face, and his already fair skin felt white and transparent at this moment.

"Tobirama?" Hashirama called his brother.

It took Tobirama a long time to react. He sat up straight and looked at his brother walking towards him, his expression dull.

Neither brother spoke, Hashirama sat across from Tobirama in silence, and he threw the money bag to Tobirama.

Tobirama was slightly startled and looked up at Hashirama opposite.

Hashirama's expression was much calmer than when he left, and there was a strange feeling that was hard to describe.

Tobirama hesitated for a moment, then opened the drawstring of the money bag in front of Hashirama, poured out the money in one go, and scattered it on the table.

Tobirama only needed a cursory glance at the money to know the amount, but when he saw that the amount was the same as what he had given Hashirama, he couldn't help but have a look of surprise on his face.

"You didn't go to Yifang?"

"went."

went?

Now that I have gone, why is the money not missing at all?

"You... not only lost, but also won?"

Hashirama lowered his head and shook his head, "I lost."

Tobirama didn't understand, "Since I lost, where did the money come from?"

Speaking of this, Hashirama suddenly closed his mouth, showing that he resisted telling the truth.

This is the first time Tobirama has seen such an awkward and unhappy elder brother.

He just stared at Hashirama's face, trying to see something from his face, but Hashirama was still silent. He was in a lonely daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

After staring at him for a long time, Tobirama finally sighed and gave up.