SEC Chapter 584 Invincible Lucky Star
Chapter 584 Invincible Lucky Star
Zhang Hai had no choice but to pay again, and this time he truly began to have doubts. Was this really the legendary "fat sheep" who always lost at gambling? He was practically an "invincible lucky star"! Zhang Hai decided that he could no longer play this kind of card game that relied on luck to determine the winner.
Despite still wearing a smile after losing two rounds, Zhang Hai's eyes betrayed a hint of resentment. He suggested, "Lady Tsunade, this kind of game of comparing sizes is too boring. Let's play something else?"
Tsunade's interest was immediately piqued. She rubbed her hands together excitedly and asked, "Oh? What kind of game?"
Zhang Hai secretly plotted in his mind that he would play a card game that not only tested luck, but also memory, reaction speed, strategy, and even physical strength—Hanafuda! He did not believe that Tsunade could beat him by luck in such a complicated game.
"Let's play Hanafuda!" Zhang Hai said confidently.
Tsunade was also quite interested in the intricate Hanafuda cards. She rolled up her sleeves, a hint of eager excitement on her face. "Alright! Come on, place your bets!"
However, it turns out that luck can sometimes be so powerful as to be devastating.
Round after round of card games ensued. Zhang Hai racked his brains, using his extraordinary memory and analytical skills to try and find Tsunade's weaknesses in the Hanafuda cards. However, no matter how he calculated or planned, he always ended up failing. Tsunade's cards seemed to have eyes, always managing to form perfect yaku (winning hands) at crucial moments, repeatedly devouring Zhang Hai's money.
Zhang Hai stared at his empty wallet, finally becoming completely numb. He began to question the meaning of life; this was the biggest blow he had suffered since his transmigration! He, a man of almost flawless strategy, had actually been defeated by a legendary "fat sheep"! This was an utter disgrace!
Tsunade counted the thick wad of banknotes in her hand and said with a smug look, "Oh? You're out of money? Oh well, never mind then." She herself was surprised by her luck today. She had won quite a bit at the casino, and even more after leaving. She was truly blessed with good fortune.
Seeing Tsunade about to leave, Zhang Hai, with a hint of gritted teeth, called out loudly to stop her: "Lady Tsunade! Wait!" He took out a small bottle from his pocket. The bottle contained a crystal-clear, water-like liquid that shimmered eerily in the sunlight.
"I still have this!" Zhang Hai's tone was tinged with a stubborn refusal. "I'll use it to gamble!"
Tsunade looked at the bottle in Zhang Hai's hand, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes. This young man before her was not only wealthy, but also possessed some rather strange items. She gestured for Zhang Hai to introduce them.
Zhang Hai explained, "This is a poison I made. It's colorless and odorless, and it kills instantly upon contact with blood." A hint of pride lingered in his voice. This was one of the trump cards he and Sasori had developed together in Sunagakure. "While its toxicity might not be the strongest, its stealth is absolutely unparalleled!"
Tsunade clearly developed a strong interest in poison. She gave Zhang Hai a deep look, her eyes filled with inquiry and amusement. She didn't ask why he knew how to make poison, nor did she inquire about its origin; she simply asked, "Still playing cards?"
Zhang Hai decided to try a different game. He refused to believe he couldn't beat this legendary "fat sheep" today! "Let's play mahjong!" he said decisively.
Tsunade agreed without hesitation. She wanted to see what other tricks this kid had up his sleeve.
Just then, it started raining heavily outside, so the two found a relatively quiet small room and started playing mahjong.
The mahjong tiles clattered on the table, while the rain pattered softly outside the window. Tsunade skillfully arranged the tiles, then her eyes suddenly lit up, her face breaking into an incredibly joyful smile. She pushed the tiles over and shouted, "Wow! I got a perfect hand! Hahaha..."
Upon witnessing this scene, Zhang Hai's body stiffened abruptly, and his pupils contracted sharply. He muttered in disbelief, "How is this possible?!"
He reached out, his hand trembling as he carefully examined Tsunade's cards. Once, twice… After confirming it was correct, Zhang Hai felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. A perfect hand… What kind of monster had he encountered today?
He threw the poison bottle in his hand absentmindedly. The bottle drew an arc in the air and headed straight for Tsunade.
Tsunade reached out and took the bottle, her face still bearing the smile of a victor, but her tone carried a hint of warning: "Hey, be careful, this is poison."
Tsunade hurriedly caught the small bottle Zhang Hai threw to her, the crystal-clear red liquid swirling gently in her hand. Just as she took the bottle, she inadvertently glanced at Zhang Hai's distraught eyes.
"Huh?!" Tsunade exclaimed in surprise, her gaze suddenly fixing on Zhang Hai's pupils. Those originally jet-black eyes now clearly displayed the two tomoe of the Sharingan!
"You are... a member of the Uchiha clan?!" Tsunade pointed directly at him, her tone tinged with shock.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Hai instantly shuddered, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, completely snapping him out of his daze. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his eyes and asked in confusion, "Lady Tsunade, how did you know?"
Tsunade pointed to his eyes and explained, "Your Sharingan is showing, of course I can see it."
Zhang Hai's heart was filled with shock. Sharingan? He actually awakened it?! He clearly hadn't deliberately cultivated it, nor had he experienced any life-or-death crises, how could this be...? A flash of inspiration struck him, and he recalled his miserable defeat of three games in a row, as well as the saying "losing so badly that he lost his temper," and he suddenly felt like crying.
Zhang Hai silently reflected to himself that although he knew he was from the Uchiha clan, he had never devoted any effort to developing his Sharingan. He always believed that these eyes were cursed, only able to be effective in true battles against powerful opponents when they reached the Mangekyou Sharingan level. However, the Mangekyou Sharingan had a limited number of uses, making it practically useless for someone like him who sought eternal power. More importantly, he needed to conceal his Uchiha identity because his clan was destined for annihilation. Therefore, he had never valued the Sharingan, even hoping it would never awaken.
He never imagined that a seemingly ordinary gamble would unexpectedly awaken his Sharingan. Not only did he fail to get a single penny from Tsunade, this "easy target," but his long-hidden Uchiha identity was also exposed. Feeling utterly humiliated, Zhang Hai lamented inwardly: Gambling is a terrible thing!