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

Tsunade's question, like a pebble thrown into a still lake, rippled across Sengen's heart.

"My dream?"

Qianxuan repeated it, leaned against the cherry blossom tree trunk, put his hands behind his head, and looked up at the night sky.

Moonlight filtered through the sparse branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on his face.

"Hmm... probably, living to a ripe old age."

He delivered this answer—a luxury in the ninja world—in an almost lazy tone.

Tsunade was stunned.

She had considered many possible answers.

To become Hokage, to become famous in the ninja world, or to avenge someone who has died.

That's the only thing I never thought about.

It is simple and unpretentious, yet more difficult to achieve than any grand ideal.

She looked at Qianxuan's profile. His eyes, which were always half-closed, were now gazing at the moon. The sharpness of the daytime had vanished from his eyes, replaced by a calm that seemed to have seen through the ways of the world.

At that moment, Tsunade suddenly felt that this boy, who was twenty-one years younger than her, was perhaps more insightful than any other man she knew.

A tense corner in her heart quietly relaxed a little.

At least, he's not the kind of fool who would be blinded by the title of "Hokage".

Just as she was lost in thought, Qianxuan's gaze slowly drifted down from the moon in the sky.

His gaze passed over Tsunade's breathtakingly beautiful face in the moonlight, over her stunning curves that even her loungewear couldn't conceal, and finally settled on her small, white bare feet as she walked on the wooden corridor.

The moonlight cast a soft glow on her delicate ankles, making her toes round and lovely, like the finest pearls.

Tsunade noticed his gaze.

That gaze, devoid of any lewdness, held an almost obsessive focus, like that of a most discerning connoisseur admiring a perfect work of art.

Her cheeks flushed uncontrollably, and her toes curled up involuntarily.

"cough."

Qian Xuan coughed lightly, withdrew his gaze, and looked back at the night sky, as if talking to himself, or as if speaking to her.

"The moon is beautiful tonight."

Tsunade's heart skipped a beat.

She wasn't a clueless fool; she naturally understood the hidden meaning behind those words.

A mixture of shame, anger, panic, and a vague, indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

"Bastard... bastard."

She muttered a curse under her breath, so softly it was like a mosquito's hum, and she didn't even know if she was cursing him or herself.

"I...I'm sleepy!"

After saying those words, Tsunade practically fled, turning and quickly walking into the darkness deep in the corridor, her back view looking hurried and somewhat disheveled.

Qianxuan watched the direction she disappeared in, the corners of his mouth curving wider in the moonlight.

……

The next morning.

In the excessively spacious kitchen of the Senju Mansion, Shizune was facing an empty account book, so worried she was about to cry.

"Lady Tsunade...we're out of money."

She held her baby in her arms, her voice trembling with tears.

"Yesterday you gave all the money Lord Orochimaru gave us... all of it to that guy. We don't even have money to buy groceries."

Tsunade was sitting cross-legged at the table, yawning, when she heard this and froze.

She remembered.

Yesterday, it seems she stuffed the entire wallet that Orochimaru gave her into his hands.

"What about the clan's reserves?"

Tsunade asked somewhat guiltily.

The silenced expression grew even more desperate.

"Lady Tsunade, have you forgotten? The money you borrowed from the Third Hokage last time you came back, and the last bit of reserves in the clan's territory... you spent it all at the casino..."

She didn't dare to say anything more.

Tsunade covered her face.

She remembered everything.

She, the princess of the Senju clan and one of the legendary Sannin, is now penniless and can't even afford to eat.

Just as the master and servant were speechless and falling into despair.

The kitchen door was pushed open.

Shuo Ye Qianxuan walked in carrying a wooden tray with three steaming breakfasts on it.

Simple white porridge, served with a few plates of refreshing pickled vegetables, and golden-brown tamagoyaki (Japanese rolled omelet).

The aroma of the food instantly dispelled the gloomy atmosphere in the kitchen.

"morning."

Qianxuan placed the tray on the table and naturally pulled out a chair to sit down.

Jingyin looked at him with a complicated expression.

Tsunade cleared her throat, trying to maintain her dignity as the "landlord".

"Uh, um... kid."

"Um?"

Qianxuan took a sip of porridge and looked up at her.

"I... lend me some money."

Tsunade's cheeks flushed slightly when she said those words.

How much do you want?

Qianxuan asked the question directly.

Tsunade glanced at Shizune, who gave her a "one" gesture.

"Ten thousand taels."

Without saying a word, Qianxuan took out the familiar thick wallet from his pocket, counted out a stack of money, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Tsunade.

The whole process was smooth and seamless, without the slightest hesitation.

Looking at the stack of money on the table, Tsunade felt even more uncomfortable.

"Consider this money as your food and lodging expenses for the next month."

Qianxuan picked up a piece of tamagoyaki and began to speak slowly and deliberately.

"After all, I can't just eat and stay for free, right, Lady Tsunade?"

"puff."

Silent almost spit out the porridge she had just drunk.

Tsunade's face turned completely red.

Is this guy talking about her indirectly?!

She grabbed the stack of money, stuffed it into her bosom, and started drinking her porridge with her head down, not wanting to say another word.

Seeing her clearly angry but unable to vent her anger, Qianxuan felt great.

After finishing breakfast, he slowly revealed his true purpose.

"Lady Tsunade."

"what?"

Tsunade responded with a curt reply.

"I want to learn medical ninjutsu from you."

The kitchen fell silent instantly.

Shizune looked at Qianxuan in surprise.

Tsunade also put down her chopsticks. She raised her head, and for the first time, her beautiful brown eyes held a scrutinizing look.

Medical ninjutsu.

These four words were like a key, unlocking the deepest part of her heart, a room long sealed away, filled with blood and wounds.

Her face turned pale at a visible speed.

Why?

Her voice was a little hoarse.

"To survive."

Qianxuan's answer was the same as last night: simple and direct.

"My secret technique puts a lot of strain on my body. It's never a bad thing to learn another skill to save my life."

He looked at Tsunade with clear and serious eyes.

"And I want to become stronger. Strong enough... at least not to watch my comrades die in front of me and be unable to do anything about it."

That last sentence, like a needle, precisely pierced the softest spot in Tsunade's heart.

She looked at the boy in front of her.

In those eyes, there was no fanaticism for power, no desire for authority, only a pure and unwavering determination to protect something.

At this moment, he resembled Rope Tree from back then.

It's just like... the break back then.

Tsunade remained silent for a long time.

Just when Jingyin thought she was going to refuse, she slowly opened her mouth, her voice carrying a barely perceptible hoarseness.

"Can."