Chapter 178: As Expected, Tsunade Is a Bug
After watching for a while, Kenichi finally understood why the dealer was sweating.
It was not because Tsunade was loud, or because the gamblers were rowdy.
It was because the dealer had never seen anything this unreasonable in his life.
Kenichi kept his three tomoe Sharingan active the entire time. The dealer was genuinely skilled. When he intended to roll a six, his technique was clean, the force was steady, and the motion was exact. By all logic, the result should have been a six.
But the moment Tsunade placed her bet on "big," something became wrong.
The dealer's muscle control was consistent. The movement was correct.
Yet the die did not land on six.
The dealer was not trying to be kind, either. He was doing what any experienced casino would do once they realized Tsunade was a walking money sink.
Everyone at the table had already noticed that Tsunade was a fat sheep.
If she bet on six, most people would avoid six and spread their money elsewhere. So if the dealer let Tsunade win, the casino would lose less than if some other gambler won.
That was the logic.
And yet, once Tsunade got involved, the dealer's control started failing. No matter how he shook the cup, he could not roll the number Tsunade wanted.
Kenichi narrowed his eyes.
"Dealer," he called out, voice calm but sharp, "is there something wrong with you?"
He had already watched the dealer's method closely with his Sharingan. Kenichi was confident he could reproduce it perfectly now. Rolling any number he wanted would not be difficult.
The Sharingan could turn Kakashi into the Copy Ninja. Using it to master dice rolling was almost insulting to its reputation.
A bald, burly man beside the table immediately scowled and leaned closer, his gaze hostile.
"If you've got a problem," the man said, "then roll it yourself."
Kenichi was not surprised.
Did they think a casino was charity?
Every gambling den had muscle like this. Kenichi even knew that Root and Anbu protected certain casinos. Anbu handled the ones inside Konoha, Root handled the ones outside.
Protection always had a price, like paying for "safety."
But not every casino could afford ninjas, and in a small place like the Land of Waves, where shinobi might not even exist, a few big men with the look of major village thugs were more than enough to intimidate ordinary people.
"Sure," Kenichi said.
He stepped forward casually.
If he rolled, he could make it land on whatever he wanted. Seeing him move, the bald man's expression darkened further.
At the table, Tsunade glanced at Kenichi with mild curiosity.
Of course she knew who he was. She had noticed him the moment he walked in. She simply did not understand why he was approaching.
Is he trying to help me?
The thought made Tsunade feel a brief spark of excitement.
Then she lost interest again.
She liked gambling for the thrill of uncertainty, not for an outcome decided in advance. If Kenichi was going to rig it, then the "fun" would be gone.
Still, the weight of her debts tugged at her mood, leaving her conflicted.
Kenichi stopped at the table, smiled pleasantly, and spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear.
"Don't worry. The game I'm running will be fair. I'll roll randomly."
Then he gave Tsunade a steady, serious look.
Tsunade understood instantly.
This kid is interesting.
Her interest returned at once.
Shizune, however, looked like her soul had been sucked out.
Their trip to the Land of Water had been to avoid creditors from other casinos. They had finally managed to save some money through medical work, and now Tsunade was about to throw it away again.
Shizune looked at Kenichi almost like she was praying, hoping he would show Tsunade some favoritism and let her win a few times, just enough to cover travel expenses.
Kenichi noticed Shizune's gaze, but this time, he had no intention of cheating.
He wanted to see Tsunade's probability under true odds.
The casino owner clearly did not like this development. The bald man led a few others forward aggressively.
Kenichi only glanced at them.
They froze.
In the next moment, they were no longer relevant to the room. They might as well have been furniture.
Tsunade snorted, folding her arms. "Hmph. Three tomoe."
Then she clicked her tongue, as if she had just remembered something irritating. "Orochimaru's disciple… and you've already reached three tomoe. No wonder you defected."
Kenichi began rolling.
He did not use any special technique.
He rolled like a normal person.
And very quickly, he discovered something that made his scalp tighten.
No matter how many times he rolled, Tsunade could not win.
Tsunade was not gambling blindly either. Her instincts were sharp. She kept betting on six.
Kenichi rolled again and again.
Over a hundred times.
Not once did the die land on six.
A normal die had a one in six chance.
Even if luck was bad, over a hundred rolls without a single six was absurd.
Kenichi did not believe in superstition.
Tsunade did not believe in superstition.
Shizune looked like she was about to cry.
Only the other gamblers were delighted. Not one of them had bet on six. They were laughing like they had discovered the secret to happiness.
Kenichi's patience finally snapped.
Fine.
If probability was going to be ridiculous, then he would force it.
He started controlling the roll, deliberately cycling through results, making the numbers one through six appear at random.
And yet, every time he tried to roll a six, something went wrong.
His motion was correct.
His control was precise.
But the result was never six.
He tried again.
Again.
Over fifty times.
His face went blank.
He was numb.
Tsunade kept betting on six. The die simply refused to land on six.
At one point, Kenichi did not even rely on technique anymore. He directly used chakra to forcibly move the die into a six.
He opened the cup.
Not six.
Kenichi stared.
"…I'm numb. I'm completely numb."
He did it again, fixing the die with chakra, locking it down, making absolutely sure the top face was six.
This time, it really was six.
But Tsunade suddenly lost interest.
She noticed Kenichi was cheating.
So she stopped playing, stood up, and stormed away.
Kenichi quickly followed.
Behind them, the casino owner was released from the invisible pressure that had pinned him down. He froze for a second, then erupted into fury, screaming for his thugs.
He had lost a lot of money in that short span.
Kenichi did not even look back.
The gamblers were still celebrating. The owner was still raging. It did not matter.
From what Kenichi had observed, everyone in this Land of Waves casino was an ordinary person. The owner had a shinobi under him, but that shinobi could not be strong, probably a genin at best.
That was more than enough to keep these gamblers in line.
And Kenichi had no intention of saving them.
If they had any sense, they would not gamble. This kind of game was never about gambling to win. Once you started, you would go bankrupt sooner or later.
"Tsunade neechan."
Kenichi found her sulking in a quieter spot and approached with a grin.
Tsunade snorted when she saw him, but she still patted the cushion beside her, telling him to sit.
Kenichi sat.
Tsunade stared at him. "Amamiya. Do I look like the kind of person who needs to win by cheating?"
Kenichi knew she was not.
If she were, casinos would have blacklisted her long ago. With her strength, she could wipe out a casino's money in a single night. Ordinary shinobi could not stop her.
"Of course not," Kenichi said quickly, waving his hands. "I just had an idea I wanted to test."
He needed Tsunade's cooperation, and now he was more confident than ever that his theory had a high chance of being true.
Because Tsunade was unreasonable.
He had pushed things to an absurd level. Even then, she could not win.
That was no longer probability. Kenichi could not ignore it anymore.
It felt like it was drifting into something that belonged in metaphysics.
A person who won the lottery every once in a while, fine. People would call it luck.
A person who won everything in Las Vegas every day? That person would not be alive by the end of the week.
"What is it?" Tsunade asked, interest returning immediately.
"Tsunade neechan," Kenichi said, rubbing his hands as if he could not contain himself, "can we make a bet?"
The moment he said "bet," Tsunade's eyes lit up.
"What do you want to bet on?" she asked, leaning forward.
"Tsunade neechan, do you know about explosives?" Kenichi asked with a smile.
The real difficulty was keeping Tsunade from realizing his true intention. But Kenichi honestly doubted she would figure it out.
If Tsunade had understood this causal problem, she would have exploited it long ago.
She would not be chased across countries for debt.
As Kenichi expected, Tsunade hesitated at first.
Then he added one condition.
If Kenichi lost, he would help her pay off her debts.
Tsunade agreed instantly.
Not only did she agree, she demanded he do it on the spot.
Kenichi felt amused and exasperated at the same time, but he had prepared for this.
He pulled out the thermobaric explosives he had brought beforehand and began the experiment immediately.
As he worked, lightning like patterns flickered at the corner of his eye.
Tsunade froze for a moment when she saw it.
Kenichi did not notice.
He was fully focused on the experiment.
He carefully condensed Fire Release chakra and guided it into the thermobaric explosive.
He moved slowly and precisely, ready for the slightest instability.
But strangely enough, the moment the chakra merged in, it did not trigger an explosion.
Instead, the energy settled.
The fusion held.
The fusion was successful.
Tsunade stared, then let out an irritated sigh.
"Ugh. I lost again," she muttered. "How annoying."
Kenichi took a deep breath, then smiled politely, as if his mind was not currently in chaos.
Tsunade covered her face with both hands and rubbed it hard, still complaining under her breath.
Kenichi's thoughts, however, were exploding louder than Sasori's puppets.
It succeeded.
Just like that.
Was this causal law really so ridiculous?
If he kept betting with Tsunade, could he do the impossible?
Could he master Six Paths Sage Mode by accident?
Could instant success actually exist?
Kenichi lowered his gaze to the explosive, frowning as he examined it.
"This thing… no," he corrected himself, "its properties changed slightly."
He tried to recall his previous attempts.
"What did I do differently before?"
Then, as if remembering the world still had limits, Kenichi steadied his breathing.
Don't get carried away.
Tsunade might lose constantly, but she was not the literal Law of Causality.
Not yet, anyway.
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