Uchiha: Starting as Tobirama's Jinchuriki

Asma looked at Qingshui, who was smiling by the stove, and his throat moved.

just now.

Aoki asked Asuma and Nohara Rin a strange question—"It's almost noon now, have you eaten?"

In order to maintain their good competitive condition, Asuma and Rin Nohara only ate a little food. After waiting for Tsunade to arrive late, they were both a little hungry.

So, Qingshui waved his hand and issued them a mission, while also explaining his plan to take down Tsunade.

Asma became the errand boy, tasked with buying the finest old hens and feed according to Qingshui's request.

Nohara Rin was responsible for building the stove with Aoshui.

While Tsunade was still fast asleep, Aoshui prepared to have a warm chicken soup with his companions.

And the tender chicken soup was exactly what Tobirama Senju told Aozumi—the food Tsunade had loved since childhood…

"No problem, Asuma."

Qingshui said softly, "Tsunade-sensei said that the assessment will only officially begin when we make our move."

"In other words, the assessment will not begin if we do not take action."

"As a ninja, the first priority is to fully understand the rules. Whether it's the rules of this assessment or the explicit or implicit rules of the village..."

Asma's expression turned serious. He had a feeling that Qing Shui was teaching him something, but without explicitly stating it, hoping that he would use his own wisdom to further comprehend it...

"Qingshui, I understand!" Asuma nodded vigorously. "Anyway, I'll listen to you!"

Qingshui smiled, took the ingredients from Asuma's hands, and patted him on the shoulder, looking at him covered in sweat: "You've worked hard, Asuma."

This person is just so strange.

He told Asma countless times to think independently, to think more deeply, and not to rely on him as the main figure.

But the more Asuma said this, the more dependent he became on him, and the more his thoughts followed Qingshui's lead...

Qingshui slowly drew the Muramasa sword; the sharp blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Rin Nohara and Asuma were both taken aback.

The swordsmanship of Uchiha Izuna and Senju Tobirama was used to its fullest potential at this moment!

Flames flickered on the blade, and the sharp, swift blade completed the three tedious steps of bleeding, plucking, and gutting in an instant, leaving only a clean, whole chicken, tracing a graceful arc through the air…

With a flick of his finger, Qing Shui conjured a stream of water that cleansed the chicken meat floating in the air, washing away all impurities.

Tobirama Senju watched this scene with a frown.

No, you're going to use my knife skills to kill chickens and cook them? What a waste of talent, you brat!

Oh, and Uchiha Izuna's swordsmanship too, right? Looks like it's for Tsuna to eat?

It's okay then, keep it up, kid!

Asuma and Rin Nohara were even more stunned. Such swordsmanship was used for cooking?

Even as the son of the Hokage, Asuma had never seen anything like it before…

But it's not over yet.

Three tomoe appeared in Qing Shui's eyes. He used the Uchiha throwing technique to accurately throw the red dates, chestnuts, goji berries, ginseng and other ingredients in his hand into the pot, embedding them into the inside of the chicken.

With the Sharingan's keen observation, a flame ignited in Aoshui's hand, instantly setting the stove ablaze.

While observing the tenderness of the meat with his three-tomoe Sharingan, Qingshui used his superb Fire Release chakra nature transformation to continuously enhance the umami flavor of the chicken.

Tobirama Senju unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth, unable to hide his smile.

Uchiha Izuna's Fire Release and Throwing Techniques are quite remarkable, but so what?

That was used by Qing Shui to cook!

From this perspective, Uchiha Izuna's chakra has little influence on Aoshui!

Tobirama Senju subconsciously forgot that his Water Release technique had just been used to rinse the chicken...

A flash of red light appeared in Qing Shui's eyes. His hands trembled as he added the seasonings in a methodical manner. The flame in his hand seemed to come alive, lying evenly on the bottom of the pot to keep the temperature uniform.

With such lavish techniques, a pot of fragrant chicken soup was quickly prepared.

Asuma and Nohara Rin, smelling the aroma, unconsciously swallowed, and their gazes towards Aoshui changed.

"Qingshui, the chicken soup you made is something even my old man has never tasted before. The method is too extravagant..."

Asuma, engrossed in the aroma, forgot all about Tsunade in the distance; all he wanted to do was to drink a large bowl of the azuki-infused water later.

Not to mention Hiruzen Sarutobi, even his old mentor Tobirama Senju's eyes flickered.

If he weren't a soul right now, Tobirama Senju himself would want to have a bowl of it... In a rounding-up fashion, wouldn't that be equivalent to what Izuna Uchiha did?

Qingshui waved his hand: "What do you mean by luxury? Whether it's fire release, swordsmanship, eye techniques, or other ninjutsu, these powers are all appendages of a ninja, used to make those close to them live comfortably."

"In my opinion, the three-tomoe Sharingan is equally important for killing enemies and for making a bowl of chicken soup for friends."

Asuma and Rin Nohara both felt a warmth in their hearts.

Before they even tasted the real chicken soup, Qingshui's spiritual chicken soup had already made them feel good...

"Alright, we can start eating now."

Qing Shui slowly lifted the pot lid, and at that moment…

Asuma and Rin Nohara seemed to see a dazzling golden light bursting forth from the chicken soup, but upon closer inspection, the golden light vanished.

Qing Shui smiled and said, "How can this chicken soup be worthy of its quality without some special effects?"

The golden, translucent chicken soup, chestnuts, dates, and ginseng are neatly arranged, surrounding the whole chicken in the center like stars around the moon, making the plating look extremely appetizing...

Qingshui slowly exhaled.

A gentle breeze carrying the fragrance drifted to Tsunade's side.

Tsunade closed her eyes, her nostrils twitching unconsciously. Having drunk heavily yesterday and not eaten, her stomach was empty and needed some warm food to fill it.

Tsunade gradually regained consciousness, opened her eyes, looked at the blue sky and white clouds that came into view, and sighed.

She no longer has the heart to cook for herself. When she's sad, she drinks, drinks too much and vomits. If she gets hurt from vomiting, she just uses medical ninjutsu to heal herself. This is the best cycle for forgetting the past.

"Chicken soup for the soul... Ha, is my subconscious still clinging to the past? I'm such a weak woman..."

Tsunade chuckled self-deprecatingly, slowly sat up, and began searching for Qing Shui and the others.

She had just fallen asleep like that, and as soon as Qingshui and the others got close, she could quickly take them down, just as Asuma had said.

After all, how could a brat from the ninja academy resist such an opportunity?

But when Tsunade looked up, she saw Aoshiki smiling at her and beckoning, "Tsunade-sensei, I just made some chicken soup, come and have a bowl..."

Tsunade stared blankly at Aoshui.

Gazing at Qingshui's face in the sunlight, her vision seemed somewhat blurred...

Chapter 74 The warmth that soothes the throat, a quiet victory

Tsunade stared intently at Aoshui not far away.

For some reason, Tsunade's eyes were filled with images of her always calm, wise, and incredibly gentle second grandfather...

But it was just a fleeting illusion.

Aokiji's face, so characteristic of a handsome Uchiha man, dispelled Tsunade's strange sense of déjà vu.

Tsunade blinked, looked at Aoshui with his low ponytail and Uchiha clan uniform, and chuckled.

In a daze, Tsunade recalled the story that Tobirama Senju had told her during her childhood, about his nemesis, Izuna Uchiha.

At this moment, Aoshui looked just like Uchiha Izuna as described in the story—

He was handsome and dashing, with a wolf-like back and a wasp waist, and his black hair shone like a horse's mane. However, his eyes and brows did not have the sinister look that Tobirama Senju described. Instead, they had a calm and gentle look, indicating a very gentle personality.

Although Tsunade's lips curled up in a smile, a sense of sadness and loneliness welled up in her heart.

Who will she tell this joke to?

All her relatives have passed away, and her only surviving grandmother is nearing the end of her life and is making her final arrangements…

Tsunade slowly walked towards Qingshui, the aroma of chicken soup growing stronger along the way, causing her empty stomach to churn.

After a hangover, a bowl of warm meat soup is simply a heavenly experience!

Although Tsunade wanted to criticize Aoshui's audacity—this was a serious apprenticeship exam—she glanced at the pot of chicken soup, which was clearly no ordinary concoction, swallowed hard, nodded honestly, and turned her head to say:

"Eating something before the assessment shouldn't be a problem..."

Asuma and Rin Nohara suppressed their laughter, while Tsunade, though appearing resistant, betrayed her true feelings with her slightly heavier breathing.

This amazing female ninja must be very hungry right now...

With a smile, Qing Shui picked up a large ladle and ladled a bowl full of ingredients for Tsunade, handing it to her: "Eat it while it's hot, Tsunade-sensei."

Tsunade turned her head and stared at Aoshui's face.

For some reason, Tsunade felt a sense of déjà vu once again, as if the typical handsome face of the Uchiha clan concealed the outline of Tobirama Senju, and Aoshui's temperament gave her this peculiar feeling.

If Aokiji wasn't from the Uchiha clan, and someone told Tsunade that Aokiji and Tobirama Senju had some kind of special relationship, she might even believe it to some extent...

Tsunade took the still slightly hot soup bowl, and the distracting thoughts in her mind vanished with the aroma, her appetite immediately whetted.

She is really hungry.

Qingshui slowly served a bowl to Asuma, Nohara Rin, and himself in turn.

On this breezy and beautiful morning, the Tsunade class, who had not yet passed the assessment, sat together like a family and began a pleasant meal.

At this moment, the four-person team already looked like a harmonious group.

"Everyone, I'm starting!" Qingshui said with a smile as he picked up his soup bowl.

“I’m starting!” Nohara Rin and Asuma responded familiarly.

The two of them had often come to Qingshui's house for meals, so they were quite familiar with the place, which made the scene feel even warmer.

Tsunade took a deep breath; she hadn't seen such a scene in a long time.

In the dazed atmosphere of drinking parties and gambling dens, the only sounds filling the ears are the clamor of banging on tables and shouting.