Konoha Ninja Shop System

"Boss! I'm back!"

With a loud shout, Tsunade burst into the store, carrying an enormous black sack over her shoulder.

"Lady Tsunade, please slow down… wait for me…"

Shizune stumbled in behind her, panting heavily and speaking between gasps for air.

Originally, Shizune had tried to stop Tsunade from selling off the Senju clan's land. But Tsunade was too fast—before she could even catch her breath, Tsunade had vanished in the distance. By the time Shizune made it to the gates of Konoha, she saw Tsunade already returning, hauling a massive bag.

What was in that bag?

Use your imagination—what else could it be besides the money from selling the Senju land?

The sight stopped Shizune in her tracks. She stood frozen, speechless. She had never expected Tsunade to act so quickly. She had only been delayed a short while, yet that brief pause was enough for the cold, hard land of the Senju clan to be transformed into a hot pile of cash...

Tsunade's grin faltered the moment she saw Shizune. Her smile froze as she stared at her with disbelief.

"Shizune? What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to guard the book in the store?"

Shizune looked like she was about to cry. Clearly, Tsunade had been completely taken in by that mysterious shop owner, Peter. She had actually gone ahead and sold the clan's ancestral land—for a book.

Shizune was about to open her mouth to scold Tsunade, but before she could speak, Tsunade anxiously exclaimed, "If you're not guarding the book, what if someone steals it?"

Without another word, Tsunade rushed into the shop, carrying her sack full of money, leaving Shizune standing there stunned.

Sighing deeply, Shizune shook her head and followed behind.

If she had known this would happen, she would've just stayed in Peter's store and watched the book like Tsunade asked. Now she was thoroughly exhausted from the chase…

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Peter looked up in surprise as Tsunade charged back into his shop.

She was much faster than he had expected—he thought she would be gone until at least evening. He never imagined she'd return with the money in such a short time.

Clearly, the "King of Kings: Deluxe Edition" had made a deep impression on her.

Tsunade marched up to Peter, dropped the heavy sack to the ground with a thud, wiped the sweat from her brow, and said cheerfully, "Boss, I brought the money. Please count it!"

Peter nodded and bent down to open the sack. Inside were stacks upon stacks of bills.

There was no doubt—it was a massive amount of money.

But there was one problem: Peter wasn't good at math.

Still, he began counting the money slowly, double-checking each bundle. There was just so much of it—it took a long time to get through it all. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he tried to keep track.

The total amount came to 35 million taels.

However, as he finished counting, Peter frowned. Something wasn't right—he noticed that his commission from the transaction seemed to be tens of thousands short.

Curious, he asked the system about the discrepancy.

The answer left him speechless.

It turned out that the system had charged him a service fee—for helping him count the money.

Peter nearly exploded in frustration.

"This system is a scam!" he muttered under his breath.

Annoyed, he decided that from now on, he'd count the money himself, no matter how tedious it was.

But after counting the thirty-five million by hand, Peter was utterly exhausted.

"…Okay, fine," he sighed in defeat. "If the system wants a fee, let it take it. Let the system earn its cut."

If Black Zetsu and Obito were watching Peter struggle to count the money, they'd probably laugh their heads off.

After all, those two were the infamous duo of thieves from the ninja world—legendary criminals who once managed to count a whopping 3 billion taels in a single day, without a single error!

Compared to them, Peter was downright pitiful.

Once he finished the count, Peter took out 30 million taels and deposited them into the system's storage space.

Then, with a satisfied grin, he reached into his robe and carefully pulled out the book Tsunade had traded everything for—"King of Kings: Deluxe Edition."

He handed it over to Tsunade with both hands.

Tsunade accepted the book with trembling fingers. Her heart pounded with excitement as she stroked the cover, savoring the feel of the fine texture and the craftsmanship.

Her eyes sparkled.

"Boss… how do I use this book?" she asked in a quivering voice.

Peter smiled knowingly and said, "Just tear out the pages. Once you do, the skills inside will be absorbed into your body."

Without a moment's hesitation, Tsunade opened the book.

Surprisingly, even though it looked thick from the outside, the book only had three pages inside. Just three.

Each page was labeled with a bold, eye-catching title: "Poker," "Mahjong," and "Dice."

Tsunade didn't waste time. She decisively tore out all three pages one by one.

And that was when the miracle happened.

The moment the fragile pages were ripped out, they began to glow—golden light burst forth from each of them, illuminating the room.

It was as if the pages had come alive.

The golden light quickly broke apart into countless shimmering particles, like stars, and swirled around Tsunade before rushing into her body.

They disappeared without a trace.

As the final specks of light vanished, a wave of information surged into Tsunade's mind.

Her eyes widened as advanced gambling knowledge flooded her brain. In a matter of seconds, she understood poker hand rankings, bluffing strategies, mahjong tile patterns, psychological tactics, betting odds, and more.

It was as though she had undergone a lifetime of gambling experience in the blink of an eye.

She felt like she had been reborn.

It wasn't just knowledge—she had acquired instinctual mastery. The skills didn't just sit in her mind—they became part of her muscle memory, part of her soul.

In that moment, Tsunade was convinced:

She was now the true God of Gamblers!

Her senses were sharper than ever. She could hear the faintest rattle of dice, could visualize exactly where each die would land. Her judgment was nearly supernatural, and she could anticipate the flow of any game.

She felt like she could see through cards, as if she had x-ray vision.

With this power, even if she were dealt the worst hand at a poker table, she was confident she could manipulate fate itself to transform it into a winning hand.

The joy, the power, the exhilaration—it overwhelmed her.

"Hahaha! It's true! I've really become the God of Gamblers!"

Tsunade threw her head back and laughed, her voice echoing off the walls of the shop.

She was so overjoyed, she couldn't contain her emotions.

Shizune, who had been watching silently from the side, was completely baffled.

She stared at Tsunade with wide eyes, stunned at her sudden outburst.

What had just happened?

Not only had Tsunade been swindled into selling their ancestral land for a book, now she seemed to have lost her mind entirely!

Shizune's heart was full of worry. Her lips trembled.

Had Tsunade truly gone insane?

She looked like someone under a powerful illusion—or worse, a mental breakdown.

This wasn't the Tsunade she knew.

Her Lady Tsunade had always been a fierce woman, but now she seemed… unhinged.

Shizune almost burst into tears. If Tsunade had really gone crazy, then what would happen to her? What about Tonton?

With a trembling voice, she stepped forward and called softly, "Tsunade-sama… are you okay?"

Her voice was so low, it was barely louder than a whisper—like a mosquito's buzz.

She was terrified that any sudden noise might worsen Tsunade's condition.

What Shizune hadn't seen—what she had missed—was the incredible transformation that had just taken place.

She didn't see the pages glow. She didn't see the golden lights enter Tsunade's body.

To her, it looked like Tsunade had simply torn up a book, and then gone mad.

She had no idea the book was magical, or that it had truly transformed Tsunade into the God of Gamblers.

Shizune could only pray in her heart.

She clasped her hands and hoped—desperately—that Tsunade would come back to her senses soon.

Please… let this madness pass...

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