The Hand of God Creates the Strongest Hidden Mist Village

Chapter 164 Tsunade Hime’s Big Defeat

Tsunade, naturally, wouldn't hesitate to teach this glib-tongued brat who liked to throw himself at her, a lesson he was not afraid to teach a lesson.

The casino staff worked quickly, and in no time, a VIP room on the second floor of Jinmanlou was ready.

The private room was small, but exquisitely furnished. A sandalwood carved gambling table was placed in the center, surrounded by calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, and wisps of smoke rose from an incense burner in the corner, enveloping the entire space in an ambiguous and private atmosphere.

Gouju Cheng was the first to enter the private room. He casually sat down on a grand chair, crossed his legs, and acted as if he were in his own living room.

Tsunade followed him in, her gaze sweeping across the private room before finally settling on Makoto Karatachi, a playful smile playing on her lips.

"Kid, it's not too late to regret it now."

"Regret?" Makoto Kuraki raised an eyebrow. "Those two words don't exist in my dictionary, Makoto Shimizu."

"Yeah?"

Tsunade walked to the other end of the gambling table and sat down with the same imposing air. Her tea-green outer robe opened slightly with the movement, revealing the stunning curves of her figure beneath a dark, tight-fitting bodysuit.

"I hope you'll still be this stubborn when you lose everything."

Shizune stood behind Tsunade, holding Ton-Ton, and glanced at Makoto Karatachi with some pity.

She had followed Tsunade for many years, traveling all over the country, and had seen countless arrogant fools provoke her at the gambling table. Without exception, those people were all blasted out of the casino by Tsunade with a single punch, or beaten half to death.

As for why he was half-dead—

Who told you to win Tsunade's money and then provoke her!

"Kid, what do you want to bet?"

"I don't know much, let's just roll the dice. As for the chips—"

Makoto Karimoto's gaze lingered on her for a moment, then he smiled slightly and pushed half of the twelve million ryo chips in front of him towards Tsunade.

"I'm a gentleman, so I'll give you half. If you can win all of my remaining six million, then this twelve million is all yours."

"But what if you lose~"

Makoto Kujira looked at the ripples in front of Tsunade with a smile and grinned.

That gaze was audacious and bold. Shizune, standing behind Tsunade, blushed instantly, tightened her grip on Ton-Ton, and subconsciously took a half-step back.

The little pig seemed to sense something, squealing twice and staring warily at Gouju Cheng with its beady black eyes.

However, Tsunade herself showed no sign of embarrassment or anger.

"Kid, those eyes of yours—you're quite bold to look."

"It's innate." Makoto Kuraki shrugged, looking completely innocent. "I can't help but look at beautiful things a little longer; it's a matter of respect for beauty. Surely you wouldn't deny me even that much respect, would you?"

"respect?"

Tsunade chuckled, leaned forward slightly, and rested her arms on the gambling table with her hands crossed.

This movement accentuated the curves of her chest, making her look like two mountains poised to burst forth, their breathtaking arcs outlined by the tight-fitting clothes.

"Then tell me, what beauty do you see in it?"

Makoto touched his chin, his gaze sweeping over Tsunade from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, carefully examining her before finally settling on her face with a sincere smile.

"Exquisite face, outstanding temperament, hot figure, and powerful aura. The only flaw is—"

"Um----"

He paused.

"He has a bit of a temper and bad luck when gambling. But his strengths outweigh his weaknesses."

"puff."

Jingyin couldn't help but laugh out loud again, and quickly covered her mouth, her little face turning bright red.

Tsunade was also taken aback.

"Kid, your mouth is bigger than your guts."

"Not at all," Makoto Koji waved his hand modestly. "I'm just more honest. Honesty is a virtue, and I'm sure you wouldn't hold an honest person against me, would you?"

"honest?"

Tsunade narrowed her eyes and looked him up and down.

"I've seen plenty of audacious individuals, but what became of them in the end—"

"Neither is very good."

"That's because they were unlucky," said Makoto Gojibana without changing his expression. "I may not have much else, but I'm incredibly lucky. Look, we won so much just now thanks to you, didn't we?"

He pointed to the mountain of chips in front of him and smiled broadly.

Tsunade's eye twitched slightly.

That brat, every word he says is like stabbing her in the heart.

But ironically, she really couldn't refute it.

She thought today would be a day of good fortune, but ever since this guy got involved, she's back to her old state of being a gambler's curse, losing no matter how she bets.

But she really didn't realize that this kid was being difficult!

"Alright, enough with the nonsense."

Tsunade tossed the sieve cup to Makoto Karatachi with overwhelming force.

Gouju Cheng took the sieve cup, weighed it in his hand, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Alright then, we'll each roll our own balls, the one with the higher score wins. One million per round, until we lose it all. How about that?"

"Can."

Tsunade nodded decisively, and at the same time divided the six million chips in front of her into six piles. Her movements were fluid and graceful, revealing a calm and collected demeanor that comes from years of experience.

"Should you go first or me?"

"Ladies first." Makoto Goji ju gestured for them to proceed. "Please go ahead."

Tsunade didn't stand on ceremony. She picked up the dice cup, flicked her wrist, and dropped three dice into the cup. Then she started shaking it.

Her movements were not flashy, and could even be described as somewhat casual, but Makoto could see that the seemingly casual swaying contained extremely subtle control of force.

As expected of one of the Three Ninja, even rolling dice is more professional than ordinary people.

Snapped!

The dice cup landed on the table with a crisp sound.

Tsunade looked at Makoto Karatachi, a provocative smile playing on her lips.

"Guess what time it is?"

"Anyway, it's not as big as mine."

Gouju Cheng casually flicked his wrist and opened the dice cup.

556.

Sixteen o'clock!

Upon seeing the number of points in the jujube-filled bowl, Tsunade's smile froze instantly.

At this point, she has virtually no chance of winning.

Sure enough, when she opened the dice cup, there were only one, two, four, and six points, which was just a fraction of what others could win.

"Sorry, I'll go first."

With a smile, Gouju Cheng pointed to the chips at Jingyin. Jingyin reluctantly took out one million and pushed it in front of Gouju Cheng.

One million taels of silver! That's a fortune—even though the money was originally given to me by someone else—

"Damn it! Stop being so arrogant, come again!"

The initial setback caused Tsunade to frown slightly, but the fighting spirit in her eyes only intensified.

She grabbed the dice cup, this time with obvious seriousness. Her wrist flicked, and the dice collided inside the cup with a series of crisp sounds, like raindrops hitting banana leaves.

Snapped!

The dice cup was placed back on the table.

Tsunade stared intently at Makoto Karatachi, as if trying to see right through him with her eyes.

She raised her jade-like hand.

Four, five, six, fifteen o'clock!

"Let's see what you do this time—"

Before he could even finish his smug words, Gouju Cheng had already casually opened the sieve.

666, 6 PM!

It's a leopard!

Jingyin rubbed her eyes, then rubbed them again, to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

Three sixes, eighteen points, a complete win!

"Tsunade-sama—"

She tugged weakly at Tsunade's sleeve, her voice barely audible.

Tsunade's smile froze completely as she stared at the three dice in the dice cup, her expression incredibly interesting.

"Thank you for your concession."

Gouju Cheng smiled and reached out his hand, while Jingyin pushed another million chips over with a bitter face.

"continue?"

"continue!"

Tsunade snatched the dice cup and shook it even more seriously this time. Her wrists flew, and the dice collided inside the cup with a series of crisp sounds, as if she wanted to shake away all the bad luck from before.

Snapped!

The dice cup was placed on the table.

turn on.

Three, three, four, ten o'clock.

Gouju Cheng shook it casually and opened it.

3, 4, 6, 13 o'clock.

Mute pushed another million over.

"Again!"

Tsunade, refusing to believe it, continued.

One, two, four, seven o'clock.

The goji jujube is opened.

116, 8 o'clock.

One million.

"Again!"

After a while.

Shizune looked at the empty table in front of her, then at Tsunade's ashen face, and swallowed carefully.

Six million taels, and not a single win.

I lost everything.

Not only that, after losing all her money, Tsunade was completely out of control and started shaking her head without caring about the stakes anymore.

Even so, Tsunade still lost more than a dozen matches in a row and didn't win a single one!

-

This was a sight she had never seen before in all the years she had followed Tsunade across the country!

"Lady Tsunade————"

Jingyin spoke weakly, wanting to say something comforting, but not knowing what to say.

After all, Lady Tsunade's current expression was truly terrifying.

Tsunade ignored Shizune, staring intently at the still smiling young man opposite her, her chest heaving violently.

Her breathing was a little rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead; it was hard to tell whether she was tired or angry.

"you----"

"Fat sheep, oh fat sheep, now I understand how you got that title."

Makoto Koji leaned back leisurely in his armchair, crossed his legs, and looked at Tsunade with a smile on his face: "If we're talking about money, you owe me twelve million now."

4

"You said yourself that it wouldn't cost money."

Tsunade took a deep breath, her tone defiant despite her lack of conviction: "You just said you'd win the six million I have, but you didn't say you'd have to pay me if I kept losing."

"Besides—I'm broke right now, what are you going to do about it!"

"Money is irrelevant. I'm not interested in money, and as you said, I never intended to take your money in the first place." Makoto Karatachi's gaze swept unabashedly over Tsunade, and he grinned, "What we promised was something else, wasn't it?"

"Oh?"

Tsunade raised an eyebrow and narrowed her eyes.

"Hey kid, you've got some nerve. Do you know who I am?"

"I know." Makoto Kujira nodded, his expression serious. "The legendary fat sheep, also one of the Legendary Sannin of Konoha, the granddaughter of the First Hokage, Tsunade."

"You know that, yet you still dare to speak like that?"

An invisible pressure emanated from Tsunade, enveloping the entire private room.

That's the aura of a seasoned veteran, enough to make ordinary ninjas weak in the knees.

However, Makoto Kuraki seemed completely unaffected, still smiling as he looked at her.

"That's why I'm saying this, precisely because I know it."

"Oh?"

"Casinos have their rules, and you have to accept the consequences of your bets. Lady Tsunade has been a part of the casino business for so many years, you should understand this principle better than I do, right?" Karatachi spread his hands and said, "Paying back debts is a matter of course. You can't deny your debts just because I'm a lowly ronin."

"Oh.

"Kid, do you know that some people, after winning money, will lose something even more important?"

Tsunade sneered, a dangerous glint appearing in her eyes.

The next moment, her figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, her slender jade hand clenched into a fist, and she suddenly swung her fist down at Gouju Cheng!

With extreme speed and power, Tsunade's fist landed instantly in front of Makoto Karatachi.

"You dare covet my body? Die!"

"Bang!"

The expected scene of Makoto Karatachi being sent flying by this punch did not occur. The punch, which had the power to shatter giant rocks, was actually blocked by Makoto Karatachi.

To be precise, it was a layer of light purple chakra skeleton.

"What?!"

Tsunade's pupils suddenly contracted, and she instinctively took a step back.

That layer of pale purple chakra skeleton, though only in the most basic skeletal form, exuded a chilling sense of oppression.

Most importantly, Tsunade had seen this power when she was very young.

"Susanoo—you're from the Uchiha clan?!"

Tsunade's voice was low and cold, her eyes fixed on Makoto Karatachi, her mind racing as she recalled everything about Susanoo.

Only members of the Uchiha clan with the Mangekyou Sharingan can activate Susanoo!

But are there still people in the Uchiha clan who can awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan at this stage?

wrong.

Tsunade's pupils contracted repeatedly as a piece of information surfaced in her mind.

Goji citrus is sincere!

The legendary figure who possesses the ability to replicate the bloodlines of others, who successively killed Sarutobi Shinnosuke on the battlefield, defeated Konoha, and even forced Konoha to sign a humiliating treaty not long ago!

"You are—Makoto Kuraki?!"

Tsunade's voice carried a hint of disbelief.

The Mizukage of Kirigakure, the captain of the Kirigakure Squad, the man whom the Konoha high command hated to the bone yet was powerless to do anything about, actually swaggered into the Daimyo's residence and even gambled with her in the casino?!

"Looks like I have quite a reputation."

Makoto Karatachi smiled and said to Tsunade, "But please rest assured, Lady Tsunade, Kirigakure and Konoha have ceased hostilities and are now allies. I came to the Daimyo's residence only to take care of some personal business, and I never expected to meet one of the legendary Sannin. It is truly an honor."

"pleasure?"

Tsunade sneered, her eyes flashing with cold light.

"You killed your teacher's son, you killed Jiraiya, you killed so many Konoha ninja, and now you're telling me you're honored?"

"On the battlefield, each serves their own master," Makoto Karatachi said calmly. "Besides, the war is over. Now that Lady Tsunade has left Konoha, she probably doesn't care about these things anymore, right?"

Tsunade remained silent.

Yes, she left Konoha.

After her younger brother Nawaki and her lover Kato Dan died in battle, she lost her sense of belonging to Konoha.

In those years, she wandered around, drank heavily, and gambled, using these methods to numb herself.

She no longer cared about Konoha's affairs, nor did she want to know about the news of war, killing, and death.

But----

"No matter what, you are an enemy of Konoha."

Tsunade's voice turned cold, and a powerful surge of chakra erupted from her body, forming a visible shockwave.

"Kid, you're out of luck today. Since we've run into each other, I'll clean up this threat for Konoha!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already disappeared from the spot!

Instantaneous movement technique!

The next moment, she appeared in front of Makoto Kari, her right fist clenched tightly, and with a monstrous force capable of destroying the world, she slammed it down.

This punch is enough to shatter a small mountain!

however.

Gouju Cheng remained unfazed, not even moving an inch.

"Susanoo!"

The skeletal remains that were gathering around him quickly solidified, completely enveloping him!

boom!!!

Tsunade's fist slammed heavily onto the bones of Susanoo, producing a deafening roar.

The massive shockwave spread outwards, instantly cracking the walls of the VIP room, overturning tables and chairs, shattering incense burners into fragments, and even causing the lights outside the window to flicker.

Cracks immediately appeared on the surface of Susanoo; even Susanoo could barely withstand Tsunade's monstrous strength.

"What terrifying power."

Makoto Karatachi's voice came from inside Susanoo, with a hint of mockery: "So this is the legendary superhuman strength technique that Tsunade, one of the Three Legendary Sannin, possessed?"

"A superhuman strength technique?"

Tsunade snorted coldly, a hint of killing intent flashing in her eyes. "Kid, with my next punch, I'll shatter your turtle shell!"

She took a deep breath, her chakra surging wildly within her body, all converging on her right fist.

She's going to use all her strength in this punch!

However, just as she was about to throw her second punch, Makoto Kariju extended his right hand and lightly scratched his palm with his fingertips.

Tick.

Tick.

Crimson blood dripped from Gouju Cheng's palm, spreading a small, shocking patch of scarlet on the floor.

Tsunade's body froze on the spot. Her light brown eyes, which were originally full of killing intent and anger, now seemed to have been seized by something, staring intently at the bloodstains on the ground, motionless.

Her body began to tremble slightly, her breathing became rapid and erratic, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. It was as if an invisible force had seized her throat, making it difficult for her to even stand.

"Tsunade-sama?!"

Shizune was shocked and rushed forward to support Tsunade, but Tsunade instinctively pushed her away.

"No, no—"

"How could I not want it?"

Makoto Kujira quietly looked at Tsunade in front of him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This legendary female ninja, one of the legendary Sannin who once dominated the ninja world, who possessed immense power, had just displayed the monstrous strength to shatter Susanoo, but now she resembled a helpless child, utterly crushed by fear.

Hemophobia!

"Didn't you want to break my turtle shell? How can you not want it now, Tsunade?"