Naruto: Countless versions of myself superimposed at the same time!

But upon closer reflection, ninjas kill people every day, why would they care about drinking?

Tsunade raised an eyebrow.

"So straightforward?"

"Ah."

Qingyuan smiled.

"If the teacher wants to drink, I'll drink with him."

Tsunade snorted and turned her face away.

But the slight upturn of his lips was impossible to suppress.

……

Izakaya.

Inside the private room, the low table was covered with bottles of liquor and snacks.

Tsunade sat opposite Kiyohara, picked up his sake cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

"happy!"

She put down her wine glass and poured herself another.

Kiyohara sat opposite her, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.

The liquor went down my throat with a spicy, burning sensation.

But he didn't even furrow his brow.

Tsunade looked at him, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"You have a good alcohol tolerance."

"It's alright."

Kiyohara took another sip.

Tsunade smiled and continued drinking.

One cup after another.

One bottle after another.

Kiyohara sat there, watching her drink.

At first, Tsunade spoke quite clearly.

Gradually, her words began to become unclear.

Her cheeks grew redder and redder, spreading from her cheeks to her ears, and from her ears to her neck.

A hazy, watery light began to appear in those brown-gold eyes.

"Qingyuan..."

She suddenly spoke.

"Ok?"

"You mean... you can become Hokage?"

Kiyohara looked at her.

She leaned back in her chair, her long, golden hair slightly disheveled, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks.

Her collar was slightly open, revealing the fair curve below her collarbone.

"do not know."

Qingyuan shook his head.

"But I will try my best."

Tsunade smiled.

That smile carried a hint of intoxication and a touch of languor.

"Try your best... okay..."

She picked up her glass and took another sip.

The wine slid down from the corner of his mouth, past his chin, and dripped onto his collar.

She wiped her mouth casually and continued drinking.

Kiyohara looked at her, his expression unchanged.

'Strange, I didn't use chakra to sober up, yet I have this much alcohol tolerance?'

Qingyuan thought to himself.

He guessed that it was because his physical body had become stronger, resulting in a qualitative change in his metabolism and detoxification abilities. As soon as alcohol entered his body, it would begin to be broken down.

After an unknown amount of time, Tsunade finally stopped moving.

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes half-closed, her chest rising and falling slightly.

Her beautiful face was flushed from drinking.

Kiyohara stood up and walked to her side.

"Teacher, it's time to go back."

Tsunade raised her eyes to look at him.

His image was reflected in those brown-gold eyes.

"Um……"

She gave a mumbled reply, but didn't move.

Kiyohara reached out and gently patted her thigh.

"teacher?"

The moment my hand landed on your leg, I felt a warm, soft touch beneath the thin fabric.

Her thighs were full and firm, yet possessed a uniquely feminine softness.

Tsunade's body trembled slightly.

She looked up and glared at him.

His eyes held a hint of drunkenness and reproach, but no real anger.

"You brat..."

She said vaguely.

"This is the second time today that they've taken advantage of me."

Kiyohara looked at her.

"Not at all, I was just reminding the teacher that it's time to go."

Kiyohara patted the camera while speaking righteously and eloquently.

"Teacher, you've had too much to drink. I'll take you home."

Tsunade hummed in response, without refusing.

Kiyohara reached out and supported her arm.

Gangshou used the leverage to stand up, his steps slightly unsteady.

She leaned against Kiyohara, practically hanging on him.

The body was warm and soft, carrying the scent of alcohol and her unique fragrance.

Kiyohara could feel that full curve pressing against his arm, sending a warm sensation through him.

He lowered his head slightly and could see the white cleavage beneath her collar.

Then, the surrounding scenery began to distort.

The next moment, the two were standing in Tsunade's living room.

Tsunade stood still and rubbed her eyes.

"...Are you home?"

Her voice was muffled.

"Ah."

Qingyuan let go of his hand.

"Teacher, get some rest."

Tsunade looked at him without saying a word.

His image was reflected in those brown-gold eyes.

A moment later, she suddenly reached out her hand.

She poked his chest with her finger.

"You kid..."

She said vaguely.

"They're getting more and more...disrespectful..."

Kiyohara grasped her fingers.

Those fingers were slender and soft, carrying a faint warmth.

"The teacher doesn't like it?"

Tsunade paused for a moment.

"You brat..."

She withdrew her hand and turned to walk towards the stairs.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped.

"Qingyuan."

"Ok?"

"Good night."

She didn't turn back and kept walking forward.

Kiyohara stood there, watching the figure disappear around the corner of the stairs.

Good night, teacher.

He said softly.

……

night.

Kiyohara sat in his room with his eyes closed, feeling the changes within his body.

On the back of my hand, a pale purple mark is slowly taking shape.

That was the outline of the "Yin Seal".

But unlike the "yin seal" on the forehead, this mark is much smaller and simpler.

Kiyohara attempted to extract "Sage Chakra," a mixture of natural energies, and infuse it into that mark.

Chakra flowed across the back of his hand, slowly seeping into the pattern.

There is also a curse mark pattern next to it.

It will appear when chakra is inputted, but it is usually hidden under the skin.

Kiyohara was pondering whether the two could be combined to further expand the amount of "Sage Chakra" that could be stored.

Once you enter "Sage Mode," you can no longer attract natural energy to continue synthesizing "Sage Chakra" at any time; instead, it diminishes with each use.