Chapter 55 Coloring Playing Cards
At night, Naruto went to the sealed space with the paints and brushes his teacher had asked for.
"Teacher, are you planning to draw?"
Since Hashirama didn't tell Naruto about the playing cards, Naruto currently just thinks that Hashirama is bored and wants to draw.
Yes, he is indeed free, but he doesn't want to draw.
But!
Let's take a gamble!
Hmph, although I wasn't very skilled in those things before, they were projects that had been around for a long time, and the veterans had already mastered them.
But poker is different; currently, only I know about it.
In other words, when it comes to playing cards, I am currently the number one in Konoha... no, in the entire ninja world!
Hahaha.
"Young Naruto, we're not training today.
Today, your teacher will teach you something really fun."
Hashirama mysteriously pulled out a stack of playing cards from behind his back.
There were some claw marks on the playing cards; I don't know how they got there.
Kurama: Hehe.
"We'll tell you while we're all red in the face."
What does it mean to patiently guide and teach?
What does it mean to be a role model for students?
The First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, thoughtfully demonstrated for us a heartwarming example of teacher-student love that would move Tsunade to tears.
The pillar began distributing the cards.
One for me, one for Naruto, and one for Kurama.
Well, leaving one at the end...
?
What happened?
Hashirama and Kurama stared at each other, wide-eyed.
"Uh, if we divide 54 cards equally, wouldn't that be 18 cards per person?"
Naruto's voice broke the silence between Hashirama and Kurama.
It seems so, maybe, probably, it's true.
Hashirama thought back for a moment, and it seemed to be something Kurama had mentioned that was extra...
Hashirama stared at Kurama, thinking that it was normal for his mind to be muddled after being so busy for so long.
But you were only used by me for a moment, how could you be so confused?
Kurama turned his head away, looking somewhat embarrassed.
If my face weren't naturally red, it would probably be red now.
"Haha, it's nothing. Kurama and I were just thinking about how to draw next."
"Right?"
Hashirama thoughtfully provided an excuse for Kurama's mistake.
Kurama grunted in a muffled voice, then jumped down from Naruto's head.
Kurama curled up nine paintbrushes of different colors, and the creature went to paint, carrying its own cards.
Hashirama couldn't help but laugh when he saw Kurama blushing.
"Hey, Naruto, let's start drawing."
Hashirama shouted at Naruto.
"Alright! Do your best!"
Naruto picked up his paintbrush and sat down next to Hashirama to start drawing.
Meanwhile, Hashirama was drawing and teaching Naruto how to play Dou Dizhu (Fight the Landlord).
As we all know, three years ago, Hashirama had already taken Naruto to play a series of games such as rock-paper-scissors, horse racing, bungee jumping, and diving.
Naruto also awakened some strange attributes without realizing it.
For example, I am very interested in this type of competitive game.
...
"Three against three."
Landlord Naruto played a three-on-one match.
The image on the third page depicts a little fox leaning against Naruto, with a chibi version of Hashirama wearing red armor patting Naruto's head behind them, and a large tree behind them.
The Kurama, who was holding the card between his tails, gave a wicked smile.
Very good, excellent.
If I use my own nine-on-one strategy and Hashirama gives me another single-on-one chance, I'll win.
Although he made a calculation error when his mind wasn't working properly before, this time his mind was incredibly clear.
Kurama, who could completely overpower Shukaku, had already figured out that Hashirama had a bomb in his hand!
And that is indeed the case.
"Fry!"
Hashirama saw Kurama's eyes and the wicked smile on its lips.
So, does Nine-Lama want me to feed him cards? If that's the case, then I won't be polite.
Hashirama threw out his Four Jacks (J cards), each drawing a scene depicting a scene from when he was founding Konoha, where he was discussing the village's name.
However, because Hashirama drew them, they appeared somewhat abstract.
He seemed to see victory beckoning to him.
It's not easy. I haven't won a single game since I started playing.
Ah, as expected of a card you drew yourself, I can already feel your cries.
As Hashirama closed his eyes, ready to savor his victory, he felt a gust of wind blowing towards him.
Ah, is that the wind of victory?
He slowly opened his eyes, and the next second, nine crimson tails slapped at his face.
"You jerk!!!"
When I was teammates with Hashirama, I never won, no matter how good my cards were.
No wonder Mito was so angry when Hashirama went to the casino.
If it were me, I would get angry too.
But she got angry and hit me!
"What's going on? Weren't we about to win?"
Hashirama was helpless.
He had destroyed Naruto's three-way attack, so if he went for a three-way attack himself, Kurama could take over, right?
...
This guy really can't remember cards.
Kurama silently picked up the cards that had fallen to the ground and took them from Naruto, who was watching the commotion.
"Have a look."
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Oops, it seems I bombed the wrong thing...
"A private Marseille~"
Kurama's tail covered his face.
Ah, if only we hadn't used force when we fought Hashirama back then, and had just played cards instead.
Naruto stretched; he was tired after fighting for so long.
"I'm going back to sleep now."
Naruto touched Kurama's tail, rubbed his face against it, and then quickly left the sealed space.
"(#`O′) Hey!"
Kurama was speechless. He was so small and only able to move around outside, yet he was being abused by those two bastards.
Especially the Hashirama!
He was the only one at first, but Naruto was unknowingly led astray by him!
It's unbearable to repair!
"Hey, Hashirama."
Kurama was silent for a moment, then asked.
"When can the seal be broken?"
Upon hearing Kurama's words, Hashirama, who had been lying on the ground in dejection, stood up.
He gently stroked his chin, concluding that Naruto's strength was now sufficient to handle the situation.
As long as the Kurama can control things, there shouldn't be any major problems.
Images of the past three years I spent with Kurama kept flashing through my mind.
"Hmm, tomorrow night then. Let Naruto drive it."
Hashirama thought about it and felt that it would be more meaningful for Naruto to do this kind of thing.
"OK."
Kurama nodded, then lay down and closed his eyes.
It's been six years already, so one more day won't make a difference.
But is this what it feels like to be recognized?
It feels pretty good.
My thoughts drifted away into the distance.
The words the old man had said when he bid farewell to the tailed beasts resurfaced in Kurama's mind.
The scene then kept moving back and forth.
Sleeping, taking walks, fighting Shukaku, sleeping again, running into the desert to fight Shukaku, sleeping again, being ambushed by Shukaku in the middle of the night and killing Shukaku in return... being captured and released by Hashirama, controlled by Madara, and sealed away...
Until the scene of three-year-old Naruto touching himself.
The little fox's lips curled up slightly.
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