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

Qianxuan's question, like a needle, gently punctured the awkward atmosphere in the room.

Tsunade glanced at the huge hole above her head, then at Sengen's face, which seemed to say "I'm innocent," and a rare hint of embarrassment flashed across her face.

"Come with me."

She uttered three words and walked out first.

Qianxuan and Jingyin exchanged a glance, and the latter immediately followed. Before leaving, she turned back and glared at Qianxuan fiercely, as if warning him not to do anything reckless.

Qianxuan shrugged and followed at the back.

Konoha was much quieter at night than during the day.

Instead of taking the main road, Tsunade led the two through quiet alleyways.

Finally, they stopped in front of a vast manor.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the village, the stone lanterns at the entrance are covered with moss, and the emblem of the Thousand Hands Clan hangs on the huge wooden door.

The mansion of the Senju clan.

Even in the dead of night, one can feel the former glory and present desolation of this mansion.

Tsunade pushed open the heavy wooden door, and a blast of air mixed with the smell of dust and old wood rushed out.

"You can stay here."

Tsunade led him through a long corridor and stopped in front of a fairly clean room.

"This used to be my younger brother's room. His things are still here. Please tidy up."

She paused, turned around, and her expression was as serious as if she were issuing an S-level mission order.

"Remember, you are not allowed to mention today, no, what happened last night, to anyone. Not a single word. Just pretend nothing happened."

"Lady Tsunade!"

Silent protested quietly from the side, but her cheeks involuntarily turned red.

Tsunade ignored her and just stared at Sengen.

Qianxuan looked at her and suddenly smiled.

"Sure. But how much is the rent?"

Tsunade was stunned.

"My house has a huge hole in the roof; it won't be repaired for at least ten days to two weeks. I can't stay here for free, can I?"

Qianxuan shrugged, looking completely businesslike.

Tsunade was amused by his appearance. She took out the thick wallet Orochimaru had given her, counted out a few bills, and then, after thinking for a moment, simply stuffed the entire wallet into Sengen's arms.

"The money for repairing the house is all in there. Is that enough? I won't charge you rent, you just need to prepare meals for me every day."

"Received." Qianxuan weighed it in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.

Tsunade turned and left, not wanting to say another word to him.

Jingyin followed behind, and as she passed Qianxuan, she glared at him fiercely again.

But in her eyes, besides the warning, there was also a hint of embarrassment and annoyance that she herself was unaware of.

Watching the two disappear at the end of the corridor, Qian Xuan pushed open the door in front of him.

The room wasn't big, but it was very clean.

Several ninjutsu scrolls were on the bookshelf, and a wooden sword for practice hung on the wall.

Everything remains exactly as it was when its owner left.

Chigen casually tossed his wallet and Chunin vest onto the table and sprawled out on the tatami mat.

Physical exhaustion and mental tension surged up like a tide at this moment.

He closed his eyes, but his mind involuntarily began to review his battle with Aburame Ryoma that day.

Substitution Jutsu, Explosive Tags, Transformation Jutsu... these are all the most basic ninja techniques.

His victory wasn't due to skill, but rather the speed advantage brought by his "training mode" and his calculation of people's hearts.

He bet that Yu Nu Longma would underestimate his opponent, that he would be impatient for quick success, and that he would use his clones to create an opportunity for a fatal blow.

In the end, his gamble paid off.

But the process was extremely dangerous.

If Minato hadn't intervened in time, his final strike would never have hit Aburame Ryoma's true form.

The power of that insect clone's self-destruction was such that if he hadn't used his transformation technique to confuse the opponent's senses beforehand and escaped with his substitution technique at the moment of the explosion, he would probably be a charred corpse by now.

There are still too few methods.

Facing an elite Jonin like Ryoma Aburame, he was already stretched thin and could only rely on information asymmetry and gamble with his life on the line.

What if you were facing a monster of Orochimaru's caliber?

Qianxuan opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

[Reply] This skill is both my biggest trump card and my biggest constraint.

The fact that he experienced the painful side effects simultaneously meant that he couldn't use it easily.

A plausible identity must be found to conceal this ability.

Medical ninja.

The thought popped into my head again.

Becoming a medical ninja would allow one to legitimately approach the wounded and replicate their abilities.

Konoha Hospital was one of the busiest places during the war, and also one of the places where the strongest people were concentrated.

Besides, isn't the best teacher right next door?

Qianxuan's mind conjured up Tsunade's face and the IOU she had given him for 50,000 taels of silver.

He turned over, unable to fall asleep no matter what he did.

……

In the stillness of the night, only the chirping of insects could be heard in the courtyard.

Qianxuan walked barefoot slowly on the cool wooden corridor, stretching the muscles that had been strained during the battle earlier that day.

He walked to a cherry blossom tree in the center of the courtyard and stopped.

"Can't sleep?"

He didn't turn around, but simply spoke softly.

A figure emerged from the shadows behind him, the moonlight shining on her long golden hair as if it were coated with a layer of silver frost.

It's Tsunade.

She changed into a plain-colored loungewear set, which made her less sharp during the day and more gentle under the moonlight.

"Your perception is stronger than I imagined."

Tsunade walked to his side and looked at the brand-new green vest he was wearing.

"Shizune already told me. Congratulations, Sakuya Chunin."

"Chunin?"

Qianxuan gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"A Chunin who almost died at the hands of the examiners?"

"You didn't die, and you even turned the tables on him. That's enough."

Tsunade looked at him,

"You use secret techniques to create a speed advantage, then use the most basic transformation and substitution techniques to complete your strategy, and finally use psychological warfare to induce the opponent to reveal a weakness. Your fighting style is not like that of a genin, but more like that of a veteran who has been fighting on the battlefield for more than ten years."

Qianxuan remained silent.

"So, you can't sleep because of the assessment too?"

Tsunade asked.

"no."

Qian Xuan turned his head and looked at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I was wondering if Lady Tsunade was also having trouble sleeping because of what happened last night?"

Tsunade's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Don't overthink it.

She avoided his gaze and emphasized in a stiff tone,

"I'm twenty-one years older than you, kid. In my eyes, you're no different from Nawaki."

"Yeah?"

Qianxuan took a step closer, his nose almost touching her hair.

"But your brother wouldn't let you owe him fifty thousand taels, would he?"

Tsunade's cheeks flushed slightly in the moonlight.

She took a step back, creating distance, and forcefully changed the subject:

How long do you plan to stay here?

"have no idea."

Qianxuan leaned against the cherry blossom tree, her hands behind her head.

"Perhaps... I'll have to stay until Lady Tsunade pays off her debts."

Tsunade was furious at his nonchalant attitude.

She habitually raised her hand and tapped his forehead lightly.

"Bang."

A muffled thud.

Qianxuan covered his forehead and let out an exaggerated cry.

Tsunade's hand froze in mid-air, her gaze passing through Sengen and drifting far away.

She had done this action countless times to the rope tree.

I've also done it before.

For a moment, only the rustling of leaves in the wind could be heard in the courtyard.

a long time.

Tsunade withdrew her hand, her voice carrying a hint of weariness and confusion that she herself was unaware of.

She looked at the boy in front of her, who was thirteen years younger than her, a guy who had faced death in the assessment but was now behaving inappropriately.

"Little brat."

"Um?"

What is your dream?