The Confirmed Confirmer's Luck Isn't Personal

Chapter 1011 Confirms Thousand Hands' Gambling Luck Isn't Targeting Anyone.

In the Konoha training grounds, the tense and exciting illusion competition continues, featuring the "Magic Illusion: The Appearance of Naraku!"

"The Art of the Fox's Mind!"

"Magic - This is not the place for magic!"

"Kasumi Servant Technique!"

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The contestants who came to participate in the competition were all very confident in their illusion skills. They started with their best illusion techniques. Although they were not as flashy as escape techniques, watching dozens of people standing in one place frantically forming hand seals and playing a game was still a unique experience.

Many contestants who were unwittingly caught doing something outrageous performed striptease in public, and some even started crying and revealing their embarrassing pasts. The tense atmosphere of the competition instantly turned into a scene as lively as a marketplace.

Sensing the not-so-strong Yin Release fluctuations, Tobirama Senju, who had been resting and recharging with his eyes closed in the stands, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the genjutsu novices fighting each other below, and curled his lips in disdain.

That's really something. Just to curry favor with Madara Uchiha, he insisted on organizing this competition that has absolutely no skill involved. It's a complete waste of public resources.

"Teacher, won't the Uchiha clan win again this year?"

Hiruzen Sarutobi, who was standing nearby, noticed that Tobirama Senju had opened his eyes and immediately came over with a smile, saying, "A boring match."

Tobirama Senju nodded almost imperceptibly. The Sharingan is a game-changer for ordinary people when it comes to genjutsu. Even the Kurama clan, who have a bloodline specializing in genjutsu, are no match for the Uchiha clan in this regard.

"The clan chief of Kurama seems very confident this year. Perhaps some new power has awakened in the clan. The Uchiha clan's path to defending their title this time may not be so smooth."

Danzo, sitting on the other side of Tobirama Senju, shook his head thoughtfully. He had just received information about the Kurama clan: Kurama Murakumo's younger brother, Kurama Unkai, had suddenly gone into seclusion a week ago and only emerged today for the competition.

Considering the actual situation of the Kurama clan, this Kurama Unkai has most likely awakened some kind of special genjutsu bloodline, which might bring some trouble to the Uchiha clan.

"The Kurama... Which members of the Uchiha clan are participating this year?"

Upon hearing this news, Tobirama Senju frowned slightly. He was well aware of the strangeness of the Kurama clan's bloodline limit; even a simple three-tomoe could backfire if one was not careful.

If the Uchiha clan randomly picks a few mediocre contestants this year, then the championship title might really have to be taken by someone else.

"Let me see, the smell of Uchiha medicine, the iron fire of Uchiha, and Uchiha..."

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Never heard of them. They're really rotten fish and shrimp. The Uchiha clan is probably in for a rough year.

A smug smile flashed in Tobirama Senju's eyes as he turned to a crowded stall at the edge of the arena and asked with a light laugh, "Is that where the betting odds are for this year's tournament?"

Hiruzen Sarutobi, who hadn't finished reading the list, was taken aback. "Uh...yes, teacher, the odds for the Uchiha clan are still very low this year. If you bet on them to win, you won't make much money, and you might even lose money on transaction fees."

"Hehe, I understand."

Nodding and chuckling twice, Tobirama Senju suddenly transformed into a streak of blue light and vanished from the spot. About half a minute later, he returned satisfied, carrying a pocketful of receipts.

"Teacher, didn't I tell you that you wouldn't make money buying them? Why did you still buy so many?"

Hiruzen Sarutobi looked at Tobirama Senju, who wouldn't listen to reason, with a helpless expression, as if he were looking at a stubborn old man who was obsessed with health supplements.

"I made a profit on this."

Tobirama Senju smiled and showed his tickets, the contents of which left his disciples speechless. "Wait, Master, why did you bet on the Kurama clan? The Uchiha are a sure winner, right?"

Koharu rubbed her big eyes in disbelief, and after confirming it several times, she looked at the smug Tobirama Senju with a strange expression.

"That's right~ That's right~"

Mitokado Homura and Danzo immediately chimed in, "You think you're smarter than your father? By the way, monkey, who was the third contestant from the Uchiha clan? I didn't hear you clearly."

With a confident expression, Tobirama Senju tossed the receipts in his hand onto the table, casually picked up a teacup, and turned to look at Hiruzen Sarutobi. "Uchiha... Gin."

Boom!

"Is it too late to get a refund now?"

With a stiff expression, Tobirama Senju tossed the cracked teacup in his hand into the trash can beside him and asked in a very curt tone.

"Welfare lottery tickets are non-refundable and non-exchangeable once issued."

The purple-haired girl in charge of ticket checking at the booth looked expressionlessly at Tobirama Senju, who came to get a refund, without showing the slightest fear despite his prominent status.

"I am an old man."

"Even if you're dead, it won't work."

Uchiha Riji waved to Senju Tobirama, signaling him to move aside, as there were villagers queuing up to buy tickets behind him.

"Haha, I heard some bastard just bought the Kurama clan. Quickly give me another 100,000 ryo for the Uchiha!"

"Me too, I'll add 200,000!"

"I'll add another 500,000!"

Senju Tobirama, who had stepped aside, looked at the villagers who were almost driven mad, and his heart was bleeding with tears.

No, we absolutely cannot sit idly by and wait to die!

At this moment, Tobirama Senju's demonic mind activated once again, frantically calculating how to minimize his losses.

"The answer is out!"

A few minutes later, he suddenly raised his head, a faint glint of light flashing in his red eyes.

"So your solution is for me to sell another 30 million worth of Uchiha Winning cards?"

Hisana Senju, who had been summoned from the research institute by Tobirama Senju, hadn't even had time to change her clothes. Looking at her own version of herself, who was sweating profusely, she asked speechlessly, "Is this the ultimate solution to minimize our losses?"

Tobirama Senju nodded firmly. According to the current odds, he only needed to buy another 30 million Uchiha to get back most of the money he had bet before.

"Sigh... what am I supposed to say to you? Can you at least not listen to half of the news? With that curly-haired guy around, you still think you can make money?"

Senju Hisa sighed deeply. She worked hard every day to study in order to make a lot of money to pay off her debts and support her family. This physical clone with a part of her soul not only did not share her worries, but also pulled this trick on her.

"Okay, I understand."

In the end, Senju Hisana chose to compromise, turning back to the betting booth and saying, "I bet 30 million, Uchiha wins."

"Alright, thirty million Uchiha... uh? Hisana?"

Perhaps it was time for a shift change, because this time the person in charge of counting the tickets was actually Senju Itama, dressed in her work uniform. Looking at her niece, who looked extremely annoyed, she blinked in surprise, "You're playing this big game, does your dad know?"

"This is what my dad asked me to buy for him."

Having long been accustomed to his current status, Senju Hishima shrugged and pushed a card in front of Senju Itama, his tone full of helplessness.

"Swipe your card."

"Since it's Second Brother... alright then, the market's about to close, I'll issue you the ticket right away."

Seeing that Tobirama Senju was the mastermind behind this high-stakes gamble, Itama Senju stopped asking questions. After skillfully swiping 30 million, the ticket machine spat out a large number of betting tickets, which piled up as high as a small mountain.

"Welcome to visit again next time~"

There will absolutely be no next time.

Holding the receipts, Senju Hisa pouted as she replied. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she casually asked, "Did that curly-haired guy also buy Uchiha?"

"He didn't buy any, but Xiao Gang, who just left not long ago, bought quite a lot."

"ha?"

Senju Hisa, who was about to leave, paused upon hearing this, her fair face instantly turning a deathly pale blue. "You're saying he didn't buy it?"

"Yeah, I'm also quite puzzled as to why he didn't support his own team and instead bought a relatively unknown player."

Senju Itama crossed her arms and tilted her head in confusion, clearly puzzled by her husband's bizarre actions.

"So...who did he buy?"

Senju Hisa's voice trembled slightly despite her otherwise expressionless face. She had a bad feeling that she was going to lose everything this time.

"Wait a minute, let me check... Oh! Found it, it's..."

"what!"

Inside the arena, as a thin man collapsed to the ground with a terrified scream, the first eliminated contestant was born.

The event organizers, who were waiting outside the venue, discovered the man lying on the ground, turned on their communication devices, and immediately took action: "Eighth outsourced team, the eliminated player is in your area of ​​responsibility, carry out rescue as soon as possible."

"receive!"

A childish reply came from the communicator. The red-eyed, curly-haired girl, having removed the microphone from her mouth, carefully stored the few flimsy betting tickets in her hand, then turned to look at the purple-haired girl with the pineapple head who was munching on a dumpling beside her. "Red Bean, time to get to work!"

"Huh? Senior Hong, I haven't finished my lunch yet?"

With her mouth bulging, Mitarashi Anko struggled to lift her head and push the dumpling stuck in her esophagus down. Then, she frowned as she looked at the few remaining three-colored dumplings in her hand. "Sigh~ I'll eat them when I'm done with work, otherwise the agency will complain when I get my paycheck."

As Yuhi Kurenai was quickly packing up the rescue stretcher, she sighed. That's how it is with day laborers; if you don't obey, you won't get paid.

"600 taels a day, why would I risk my life?"

Hearing this, Hongdou pouted, but still obediently put down the dumplings and got up to help Kurenai carry the stretcher.

"Ah~!"

"The eighth outsourcing team has another member eliminated; deal with them as soon as possible."

Just as the two girls pushed the first eliminated contestant onto the stretcher, another command came through the communicator. The two girls exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

"receive."

With a cold expression, she hung up the call. Yuhi Kurenai pouted, her large red eyes darting left and right as if searching for something on the field. Her pink lips kept muttering, "If Daddy and Grandpa Gin hadn't come to participate in the competition, I wouldn't have taken this low-paying, high-workload, lousy-manager daily wage!"

"Senior, this guy is so heavy! The Akimichi clan should really go and participate in the eating contest!"

Red Bean, her face flushed, was dealing with the second eliminated person when she grabbed the snoring, fat man on the ground. Naturally, he didn't budge. "Stop complaining. Finish this and get out of here. I have a feeling a fierce battle is about to break out."

Kurenai stepped forward to lend a hand, and then helped the Akimichi clansmen who were participating in the competition onto the stretcher. After she finished, she turned her head to look at a young man with a strange aura in the distance and urged him on.

Watching the day-job delivery girl leave with the stretcher, the strange-looking young man's eyes instantly sharpened, his gaze fixed on the handsome young man with short black hair who had just knocked down two contestants. "Uchiha smell? It seems your Uchiha clan doesn't have any geniuses these days, that's why you were sent to participate."

Speaking of which, Kurama Unkai and Uchiha Yakumi were graduates of the same year, and they had interacted many times during their time at the Ninja Academy.

"Aren't you ready to make a move, Kurama Yunhai?"

When Uchiha Yakumi was called, he turned to look at Kurama Unkai, whose aura was strange. His delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. He felt that the Kurama Unkai in front of him was somewhat different from the one he knew.

"They are not worthy. My target has always been only you Uchiha."

Anma Yunhai arrogantly crossed his arms, completely unfazed by the angry stares of the surrounding contestants. "Lord Yunhai, we've come to clear the area for you."

Two members of the Anma tribe who were following behind Anma Yunhai volunteered to help. Their task was to clear out the smaller fry. "Go."

"yes!"

As two experienced illusionists from the Saddle Horse tribe charged into the crowd, the ordinary contestants were met with a one-sided massacre. Within just a few breaths, several contestants with blank expressions collapsed to the ground, completely disqualified from the competition.

"Medicine-sensei!"

Of course, there were exceptions. A middle-parted boy who broke away from the crowd landed next to Uchiha Yakumi. Two tomoe were slowly rotating in his scarlet eyes. To awaken two tomoe at this age is already considered a genius in the Uchiha clan today.

"Tiehuo, why are you alone?"

Looking at the fellow clansmen who had teamed up with him, Uchiha Yakumi, who was a few years older than him, looked around in confusion. "I don't know either. The match had just started when that person disappeared."

Uchiha Tetsuka scratched his head, his still-childish face also filled with confusion.

"Is this your teammate? Two tomoe? Are you kidding me?"

Kurama Unkai sized up the boy with the middle parting, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes that exuded a faint black aura. The Uchiha clan is really too arrogant. In previous years, they at least sent three three-tomoe Sharingan to participate. This year, they actually brought in this brat who hasn't even fully awakened his Sharingan to make up the numbers. "To be honest, I don't know how I got selected."

Uchiha Tetsuka looked warily at Kurama Unkai, who was mocking him. The doubt in his crimson eyes was clearly visible. On the day he received the notice, Tetsuka was completely stunned. It was true that he had good talent, but he should not have reached the point where he could participate in such an important event.

"The smell of medicine... could it be from someone using connections?"

Looking at his former classmate, Anma Yunhai couldn't help but tease, "I don't have that much power. Tiehuo was selected most likely because..."

Knowing a little about the selection process, Uchiha Yakumi shook his head with a strange expression, glanced at the clansman beside him who had a question mark in his eye, and continued in an inexplicable tone, "His hairstyle, isn't it?"

"ha?"

Upon hearing this, not only Tiehuo, the person involved, but also the other contestants who were listening to the gossip while they were engaged in fierce fighting were completely dumbfounded. Some even lost their focus and fell to the ground, shouting at the unsportsmanlike attacker before they died, "Hey~ what are you doing!"

"What kind of reason is that? You might as well just say he paid his way in through connections."

Uchiha Yakumi, who was being questioned by Kurama Unkai, scratched his head, pulled his gaze away from Uchiha Tekka's parted hair, and explained in a serious tone, "That lord commented that Tekka has the appearance of an old friend, and will surely become a sect prodigy in the future."

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