In Konoha: I will spread the will of conquest throughout the ninja world.

"Tanpaku Town is not a suitable place for ninjas." Hatake Sakumo frowned slightly.

Although he was a repressed ninja skilled in the Thousand Years of Death technique, he didn't completely abide by the three ninja prohibitions, and in private he neither smoked nor drank alcohol.

But he really didn't appreciate Tanabata Street, and even kept his distance from it.

Tanzaku Town is located in the southwest of the Land of Fire, not far from Konoha Village. Besides the well-known Tsunade's Pleasure Street, it also has hotels, amusement parks, izakayas and other entertainment venues, making it a bustling town where ninjas can easily make mistakes.

Sakumo Hatake rarely comes here.

Moreover, in principle, ninjas should return immediately after completing their missions without delay.

But the fifty strings do not listen.

"Ninja Code? What's that? Students don't know."

If Konoha were filled with ninja academy graduates like you, it would be just around the corner for the ninja world to be ruled.

Uchiha Aoen thought to himself, "This is a bad omen."

In other words, Wuxian has no idea what he's thinking. If he did, he would definitely give them a proper lesson on the key points.

As is well known, the plot will be triggered once the number of geniuses in Konoha reaches a certain threshold.

Genius or traitor?

If everyone in Konoha were like him, replacing thirty doors a day in the Hokage's office would be considered Danzo's muscle weakness.

Minato Namikaze hesitated.

Although he was young, he knew that the previous battle of the ninja was of great significance. Given the ninja's mobility, any ninja who had noticed the movement on the border must have already sent the relevant information to their respective kage's desk.

After all, two days have passed since that battle, and the main problem is that the village has given orders to hand over and confirm the intelligence.

He had vaguely glimpsed a message in a letter sent by the Dark Guard telling them to hurry back to the village, but Ishigaki's actions were as bright as the brightest star in the night sky.

According to the fifty-string theory, that means you're always right, but when it comes to a real fight, who are you?

He is arguably the least stressed person in all of Konoha.

Sakumo Hatake vaguely guessed why Isogen was going to Tanzaku Street.

The princess did not go very far after leaving Konoha.

It wasn't hard to see Tsunade's condition from the perspective of the higher-ups; even the toughest ninja couldn't withstand the repeated deaths of those around her.

Ninjas are already under a lot of pressure; otherwise, there wouldn't be three prohibitions for ninjas on the surface, but how much they can actually abide by depends entirely on their own self-discipline.

Under intense pressure, ninjas are not allowed to find ways to relieve their stress. Even a Kage who gets wiped out by his subordinates would applaud.

Therefore, everyone in Konoha who knew that Tsunade had left the village without permission to go to Tanabata Street to become a fat sheep remained silent.

It seems that Lady Mito asked him to persuade Tsunade to go back...

That night, the gambling den was decorated with red lanterns.

Looking at the eager-to-try Igogaku, Hatake Sakumo tentatively asked.

"You're just here to find someone, right?"

Fifty Strings remained silent, simply walking to the entrance of the gambling den.

The two security guards standing at the entrance of the gambling den were initially excited when they saw him, but their eyes lit up when they noticed the Konoha headbands worn by Minato Namikaze and the others.

"Hey, this isn't a place for a brat like you."

Snapped.

Isogen slapped the two security guards at the gate.

In most cases, Wushigen is very easy to talk to, but when is a rare occasion? That's up to him.

"Tsk, with this level of skill, he's a security guard? He's not even as good as a five-year-old child in Konoha. Even an old lady back in her hometown would look down on him."

The security guard, who had been knocked to the ground, became enraged.

Well, Ishigaki, in a moment of kindness, didn't send them away directly, even though those two slaps hurt quite a bit, fully realizing the dual instillation of domineering will through pre-research and physical means.

First came the island nation spirit infusion stick, now comes the slap of the Fifty Strings Overlord's will.

Sakumo Hatake sighed.

I shouldn't have had any expectations of him.

Uchiha Aoen spoke up, reminding them, "This is a casino run by nobles, so it's best to be careful."

The nobles do not engage in production but control wealth, and the village of Ninja needs government funding for every aspect of its operations.

Normally, even the most audacious wandering ninja wouldn't kill a nobleman; that's an inviolable line.

However, despite this, apart from Minato Namikaze, no one present took the so-called nobles too seriously.

The Hatake clan was originally a samurai and a noble family, while the Uchiha clan was a ninja clan with a history of over a thousand years. They were essentially nobles as well, and even looked down on nobles.

If Madara Uchiha hadn't never elbowed Hashirama Senju, there would be at least 90% fewer nobles in the Land of Fire.

The fifty-stringed man had absolutely no interest in the so-called noble daimyo or lords of the country.

noble?

What kind of noble are you?

If they obey, they'll be rewarded with a fist the size of a sandbag; if they disobey, they'll all be sent to chat with the Sage of Six Paths. That old man has been a voyeur for a thousand years, probably because no one has anyone to talk to.

Stepping into the casino, Isogen couldn't help but sigh, "I'm so kind-hearted."

Minato Namikaze slipped and nearly fell to the ground.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he began to examine the gambling den run by the nobleman.

Everywhere you look, there are scantily clad female bodhisattvas, gamblers who have lost everything, sexy dealers dealing cards online, and plump, fat sheep arriving to hand out money.

"Lady Tsunade!" Minato Namikaze exclaimed instinctively.

Tsunade, who was engaged in a gambling match, looked up at the sound, frowned, glanced at the gambling table, and hesitated to leave.

Sakumo Hatake sighed and revealed himself.

Seeing that he was also there, Tsunade gave up the idea of ​​leaving.

The fact that Sakumo Hatake, a senior, is here means that he's probably not here to see her. If he really is here... then let's chat. With Sakumo Hatake here, she can't just leave even if she wants to.

"I bet on small!"

Tsunade placed her bet firmly, and the other gamblers followed suit, betting on the opposite side.

"I also bet on small."

A small hand pressed down a stack of money.

A thick stack of cash, at least a million.

Tsunade looked over, her eyes shining brightly. Ignoring Isogen's exquisite face, she was successfully "captured" by just one million.

If she wasn't mistaken, Isogen was with Hatake Sakumo and the others. Are all the younger generation this rich these days?

Driven by instinct, her hand reached for the wad of money. Don't misunderstand, she did this purely for the good of the village's younger generation.

"Ahem, you shouldn't waste your money like this at such a young age. I'll keep it for you."

Snapped!

Isogen slapped her "dirty hand" away, his eyes holding a half-smile: "Tsunade-neechan, you wouldn't want Mito-san to know about your debauchery here, would you?"

"What the hell?" Tsunade muttered unhappily, while pondering the meaning of Igogakure.

Is this kid related to their family?

But she really couldn't remember. In fact, based on her experience, she could easily tell who was whose relative by subtle details. But no matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't think of any relative in her family who looked so good.

Just as she was pondering, the dealer looked her and Wu Shixian up and down.

From the casino's perspective, they would gladly accept the million, but Tsunade was a highly coveted target specifically chosen by the boss, and she had a connection with this child...

Forget it, it's just a million. Casinos make millions every day. It's not worth it to risk offending a big fish for such a small amount of money.

"Ahem, this child can't sit at the table, please get out."

"Can't I sit on the table?" Isogen's expression turned fierce, and he placed his right palm up against the edge of the table.

"You'd better leave now, it's the casino's rule, don't make things difficult for us."

"Difficult?" Isuji chuckled, his hand gripping the gambling table tightening slightly.

The gambling table was overturned, followed by Fifty Strings's maniacal words.

"If it's too difficult, then don't do it!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.