Naruto: Experience Pain, Start by Copying the Entire Shinobi World

Shizune, holding Ton-Ton, stood in front of the Ichiraku Ramen stall, looking at her empty wallet and then at the ramen bill, her little face turning bright red.

That bastard!

They made her pay, then ran away!

But when she recalled the scene she had just witnessed at the training ground—the boy, ragged and covered in dust, emerging from the crater of the explosion—her anger inexplicably dissipated somewhat.

He seems...to be quite pitiful too.

Shizune herself was a war orphan, and she understood that feeling of being all alone better than anyone else.

Perhaps... Lady Tsunade only helped him out of pity?

That must be it!

……

In Sakuya Sengen's little house.

The rich aroma of ramen, like an invisible hand, forcefully squeezed into the stagnant air between the two.

Tsunade looked at the three steaming bowls of ramen on the table, then at Sengen who was eating by himself, and her hand holding the bed sheet froze in mid-air.

He was still wearing the tattered clothes that had been damaged during the assessment, his face was covered in dust, and his hair was messy, making him look somewhat disheveled.

But the way he ate the noodles exuded a strange sense of satisfaction, as if the bowl of noodles was the most delicious thing in the world.

That appearance reminded Tsunade of someone else for a moment.

Her younger brother, Rope Tree.

Back then, Rope Tree was the same way. Every time he returned from a mission, no matter how tired or dirty he was, as long as he had a bowl of hot ramen, he would show this silly smile.

The nameless fire in her heart was extinguished quietly.

Tsunade silently put down the bed sheet in her hand, pulled out a chair, and sat down opposite Sengen.

Qianxuan raised his eyes in surprise.

He thought he would come back to find only ruins, but to his surprise, she was still sitting there, perfectly fine.

"I thought you were going to tear my sheets."

With noodles in his mouth, Qianxuan mumbled a sarcastic remark.

"What, you can't bear to part with him? Or do you intend to do something to your brother?"

"How could I possibly be with Nawaki...?"

Tsunade instinctively retorted, but stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence, her face turning deathly pale.

She lost her composure.

Qianxuan put down his chopsticks, took out a napkin, and handed it over.

"If you stay alone for too long, you'll start to overthink."

Tsunade didn't take it; she just bit her lower lip tightly.

A person?

She sneered inwardly.

Do you even know what it means to be a person?

Have you ever watched your younger brother's body grow cold before your very eyes?

Have you ever experienced your loved one losing warmth in your arms?

You're still too green to compete with me in terms of misery.

But she couldn't bring herself to say a single word.

In the end, she simply picked up her chopsticks and silently began to eat her noodles.

"Thank you for the ramen."

After a long silence, she finally spoke in a muffled voice.

"And... about last night."

After she finished speaking, an unnatural blush appeared on her beautiful face.

Qianxuan finished the last sip of soup in the bowl and put it down contentedly.

"So when do you plan to marry me?"

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Tsunade choked on a mouthful of noodle soup with a start, and she looked up, her eyes wide like saucers.

"What did you say?!"

I said, let's get married.

Qianxuan repeated it with a serious expression.

"Are you crazy?!"

Tsunade felt as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"How many years apart are we? Who am I? And who are you? Last night was just an accident! A ridiculous, drunken... one-night stand!"

Qianxuan's expression instantly fell, his eyes filled with grievance and hurt.

"Oh, I understand."

He lowered his head, his voice muffled.

"So you look down on me, you look down on me, a poor and powerless commoner ninja."

"I did not mean that!"

Tsunade was so annoyed by his appearance that she blurted out,

"I drank too much last night and mistook you for... for a gigolo!"

"A gigolo?"

Qian Xuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

"Lady Tsunade, you may not know this..."

He leaned forward, getting close to Tsunade, and said, word by word,

"I'm only eighteen years old this year."

Eighteen years old?!

Tsunade's brain went blank.

"You're like a sunny, cheerful young man to me..."

Qianxuan's voice was extremely low, like the whisper of a demon.

"In the Land of Fire, this is a serious crime."

Tsunade's face changed from red to white, then from white to green, a truly fascinating display.

Looking at the youthful face before her, she felt a surge of emotions.

She, the legendary Sannin, Tsunade of Konoha... actually did that kind of thing...

If this gets out, her life is over!

"Since you treat me like a gigolo,"

Qian Xuan leaned back in his chair, leisurely spreading his hands.

"Then pay up. Service charge, plus compensation for my emotional distress, and the cost of these three bowls of ramen."

"Lady Tsunade!"

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

An anxious young girl rushed in.

Then--

With a "whoosh" and a short scream, Shizune triggered the trap that Qianxuan had set at the door. She was caught in a large net and hung upside down from the ceiling. The little pig Tuntun in her arms fell out and landed on the ground, dizzy and disoriented.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Qianxuan sighed, got up and walked over, skillfully untied the ropes, and lowered Jingyin down from her upside-down position.

Silent, she felt dizzy and her face turned bright red.

Once she regained her footing, her first reaction was to rush to Tsunade's side, like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

"Lady Tsunade, are you alright? Did this man... do anything to you?"

She was halfway through her sentence when she noticed the third bowl of ramen on the table, untouched.

Isn't that the bowl she paid for?!

Tsunade covered her face, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

All she wants now is to sew up Shine's mouth.

If this girl hadn't been whispering something about "finding a young gigolo" in her ear yesterday, how could she have mistaken this guy for someone else!

Shizune immediately understood what was going on. She glared at Qianxuan, her eyes seeming to spit fire.

It's all this man's fault!

He must have seduced Lady Tsunade!

Qianxuan shrugged, looking completely innocent.

"I am the victim."

Tsunade took a deep breath, as if she had made a momentous decision. She looked at Sengen and asked with a guilty expression:

"How much does a male escort cost for one night?"

"Lady Tsunade!"

Mute was in a hurry.

"It's his honor to be with you! He should be giving you money!"

She realized what she had said as soon as she finished speaking, quickly covered her mouth, and bowed deeply to Tsunade:

"sorry!"

Tsunade ignored her and just stared at Sengen.

"Tell me, how much?"

Jingyin thought for a moment, then tentatively gave a number: "One...one thousand taels?"

Qianxuan chuckled.

"Fifty thousand taels."

"What?!"

Tsunade and Shizune exclaimed in unison.

"You're robbing me!"

"Silent!" Shine angrily.

Tsunade touched her empty pockets, gritted her teeth, and reached out to untie the necklace around her neck.

"I didn't bring any money, so I'll leave this as collateral..."

"No!"

Shizune grabbed her hand and pressed it down.

"Lady Tsunade, this is a relic of the First Hokage! We can't give it to him! At worst... at worst we can just take it for free!"

While the three people inside the room were arguing about the "payment for prostitution".

Two figures silently descended from the roof of the cabin.

"Oh? The chakra of three people... Tsunade, her disciple, and that kid who survived."

Orochimaru licked his lips, his golden snake eyes filled with interest.

"Teacher, it seems we've come at the wrong time, interrupting the young people's good time."

Hiruzen Sarutobi ignored his teasing, simply straightened his Hokage hat and robes, and leaped down from the roof, landing steadily in front of the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

He raised his hand and knocked on the thin wooden door.