"All… all-in big?"
The croupier's pupils shrank violently.
As a veteran dealer, he knew exactly what numbers were in the dice cup. That was precisely why his scalp went numb—this red-haired brat hadn't hesitated even for a second and had chosen the correct outcome.
Worse still, this round had originally been set up against Tsunade.
There had been no tricks involved.
Which meant now… he couldn't manipulate anything at all.
At that moment, the croupier finally understood why none of the gamblers around him dared to follow the bet.
"What?" Namikaze Kirito asked calmly. "Is there a problem?"
The croupier jolted back to reality and lifted the dice cup with trembling hands.
"Four… five… six. Big."
No one in the crowd was surprised.
They weren't even watching the dice anymore—every pair of eyes was locked onto the money piling up on the table.
If this continued, the casino would be bleeding dry.
Employees hurried over, placing another large case of cash beside Kirito's winnings.
Together with the box Shizune had brought earlier, the total already exceeded ten million taels.
Kirito didn't move.
The croupier swallowed hard and forced himself to keep shaking.
Changing the dice now would be suicidal—every idiot in the room would notice.
"Lets see!"
"Big."
Kirito casually slid another case of money forward, once again pushing everything in.
"4-5-6-Big."
"…Continue."
Round after round.
Every time Kirito won, he doubled the stake.
The croupier's forehead was soaked with sweat. By now, everyone in the casino had gathered around the table.
The cash stacked there had surpassed one hundred million taels.
If this went on, the gambling house would shut its doors by morning.
"G-Guest…" the croupier stammered. "D-Do you still want to continue?"
"Yes."
Kirito's calm reply hit him like a nightmare.
"That's enough, brat," Tsunade finally said, leaning back. "We've won more than enough. Let's go."
She wasn't defending the casino.
She was protecting herself.
If this continued, not a single gambling house in this country would ever let her through the door again.
Kirito would normally stop here.
But this time… he shook his head.
"Continue."
Tsunade fell silent, resting her chin on her hand.
Well, that's it, she thought. Time to change countries again.
"C-Customer…" The croupier's smile was uglier than crying. "The house is out of cash today. Why don't you come back another time?"
"Oh?" Kirito tilted his head. "No cash? Then let's bet something else."
The croupier's voice shook. "W-What do you want to bet?"
Behind the scenes, the casino owner had already mobilized thugs, waiting outside.
As long as this kid stepped out, they'd move.
Doing it inside would destroy the casino's reputation.
Kirito studied the croupier slowly, as if examining an object.
Then he smiled.
"Your eyes."
The casino went deathly silent.
When people saw that smile again, they realized something—
This wasn't arrogance.
It was cruelty.
"M-My eyes? No—no way! I— I—"
The croupier froze.
Then he caught the owner's signal from the corner of his eye.
"…Fine," he croaked. "I accept."
"And you?" he asked weakly. "What are you betting?"
Kirito withdrew his feet from the table, sat upright, and looked straight at him.
"Big."
"You—!"
The croupier snapped, pointing at Kirito.
"You're cheating!"
Crash!
At his shout, a group of armed thugs surged forward, surrounding the table.
A man who looked like the owner strode out arrogantly.
"Boy," he sneered, "you've got guts cheating in my casino. You're not leaving this place alive."
"Same old routine," Tsunade sighed, already standing up. "Come on, Shizune. Let's drink."
She walked straight past the thugs.
The gamblers instinctively parted, no one daring to block her.
"Stop! You think you can just—"
The thug's words cut off.
Thick black mist wrapped around his legs.
An overwhelming gravitational force pinned him in place.
More mist spread—dragging bodies downward, sinking them into the floor.
"Damn it! He's a ninja!"
"Master ninja! Please!"
"What is this—?!"
Kirito straightened his collar and stepped onto the gambling table, ignoring the chaos.
"Now," he said quietly, "it's time to pay your bet."
"No—don't come closer!"
Screams echoed as people fled.
Then...
The entire gambling hall was swallowed by black fog.
Walls, tables, floors—everything vanished.
When the mist dispersed, nothing remained.
Not rubble.
Not ruins.
Just empty land.
As if the casino had never existed.
Inside a barbecue shop nearby.
Tsunade was already drinking.
Her voice drifted over in complaints—about being controlled by a brat, about bad luck, about everything.
Shizune sat across from her, listening patiently as always.
"Wait."
Kirito sat down beside Tsunade and carefully poured her another glass.
"Hey, brat."
Tsunade leaned in, eyes half-lidded.
"You're getting more and more unruly. As a disciple, you dare interfere with your sensei's affairs? Think you've grown wings?"
"Sensei," Kirito replied calmly, "don't gamble. Your luck is terrible. And drink less."
"Huh?" Tsunade scoffed. "Whats with your tone...are you leaving?"
"Yes," Kirito said. "I've been here seven years. It's time to go back… and see my brother."
The words fell like a stone.
Shizune froze.
Tsunade went quiet.
"Kirito-kun…" Shizune asked softly. "You've really decided to leave?"
Seven years.
They weren't just companions anymore.
They were family.
And now—this farewell had come far too suddenly.
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