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

"Let him go, Obito."

Kakashi Hatake, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

He stepped forward and pried open Obito's hands, one by one, which were gripping Sengen's collar.

"That's an order."

Kakashi's voice was devoid of any emotion, yet it carried an undeniable weight.

Obito was panting heavily, his eyes still fixed on Sengen, but he finally let go of him.

"I...I'm not afraid of dying!"

He stiffened his neck, as if explaining, or perhaps trying to encourage himself.

"I just... I would never go on a mission with someone who uses their comrades as bait!"

Qianxuan ignored his shouts, simply straightened his crumpled collar, turned and left, not even bothering to give them a second glance.

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"Hey! Where are you going?! The mission hasn't even started yet!"

Obito shouted behind him.

Qianxuan paused, but did not turn around.

"Go home and pack up my belongings."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a piece of ice, striking everyone's heart.

Watching that desolate departing figure, Nohara Rin's eyes reddened.

Kakashi's brow furrowed even more.

……

The Thousand Hands Mansion.

Chihiro returned to the room that belonged to Rope Tree. Without turning on the lights, he silently began cleaning by the moonlight streaming through the window.

He neatly arranged the books on the table, swept the dust off the floor, and even found a rag to carefully wipe the windowsill.

He needed to do something to dispel the chill that was almost consuming him.

Kaminavi Bridge.

Madara Uchiha.

Just thinking about those words made his hands and feet feel cold.

"Squeak—"

The door was gently pushed open.

Tsunade stood at the door, but did not come in.

She changed into a clean set of loungewear, her long golden hair casually draped over her shoulders.

"What does the old man want with you?"

Her voice sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Qianxuan paused for a moment while wiping the windowsill.

"It's nothing, just a logistical mission, delivering some supplies to the front lines."

He turned around, a lazy smile on his face as always.

"The reward is very high."

Tsunade crossed her arms, leaned against the door frame, and quietly watched him.

"Yeah?"

She suddenly laughed, but there was a hint of coldness in that laugh.

"What kind of logistical mission requires the Hokage to personally summon him, and for Minato and his entire squad of brats to be mobilized?"

Qianxuan's smile froze.

"Qian Xuan".

Tsunade walked in step by step, approaching him.

"Have you forgotten who I am? Your little tricks won't fool me."

"I told you, it's just a logistical task."

Qianxuan avoided her gaze and forced himself to speak.

"I value my life very much, you know that."

"Cherishing your life?"

Tsunade seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. She kicked over the bucket of water that Chigen had just used to wipe the window.

"Splash—"

Water splashed all over the ground, and also soaked her trouser legs.

"Would someone who values ​​their life go and take on an Iwagakure Chunin alone? Would someone who values ​​their life dare to risk their life against Danzo's men during the assessment?"

Her voice grew louder and louder, her chest heaving violently, and for the first time in front of Qian Xuan, her beautiful brown eyes revealed undisguised anger and fear.

"Tell me, Sakuya Chigen! What mission are you going to carry out?!"

Qianxuan looked at her and fell silent.

The atmosphere inside the room was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Tsunade, by what right are you questioning me now?"

Tsunade's body trembled.

"Is he my landlord? Or... my teacher?"

Qianxuan's gaze, like a scalpel, precisely dissected all her pretense.

"What is our relationship?"

"I……"

Tsunade opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing her distraught appearance, Qianxuan felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart.

He didn't want it to be like this.

"I just..."

Tsunade's voice was so low it was like a mosquito's hum, carrying a hint of pleading that she herself didn't even realize.

"I just...don't want you...to go and die."

Qianxuan's heart felt as if it had been violently struck by something.

He suddenly raised his hand and pulled a kunai from his ninja tool pouch at his waist.

laugh.

Without the slightest hesitation, the sharp kunai slashed a deep gash across his left palm.

Blood gushed out instantly, dripping from between his fingers onto the floor.

"what!"

Tsunade's pupils suddenly contracted. As if she had seen something extremely terrifying, she let out a short scream and uncontrollably took several steps back until her back hit the wall before she stopped.

Her face turned deathly pale instantly, her breathing became rapid, and her body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

Hemophobia.

Qianxuan looked at her pained expression, his hand gripping the kunai, veins bulging.

He knew he was a jerk for doing this.

But he had to make her understand.

"You see, this is fear."

Qian Xuan's voice was eerily calm.

"You're afraid of blood, just like I'm afraid of death."

He threw away the kunai, letting the blood flow from his hands.

So, stop asking.

……

late at night.

Qianxuan sat cross-legged on the corridor, looking at the moon in the sky.

He had bandaged the wound on his left hand in the simplest way, but it was still throbbing slightly.

A soft footstep came from behind.

Tsunade, carrying a medical kit, sat down next to him.

She didn't speak, but silently opened the box, took out disinfectant and bandages, and then gently pulled Qianxuan's left hand.

Her movements were light and gentle, as if she were handling a fragile treasure.

When the cotton ball soaked in medicine touched the wound, Qianxuan's body couldn't help but tremble.

Tsunade looked up at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Does it hurt?"

"pain."

Qianxuan's answer was very honest.

Tsunade lowered her head and continued to treat his wounds, her voice muffled.

"Then why..."

"Because I want you to know that I am also afraid."

Qianxuan interrupted her.

Tsunade stopped moving.

Qianxuan reached out and grasped her cold hand.

Her hands were small and soft, but they were trembling slightly.

"Tsunade."

Qianxuan looked at her, and in those eyes that always carried a hint of weariness, there was an unprecedented seriousness and focus.

"I like you."

Tsunade's heart skipped a beat.

She tried to pull her hand back, but he held it even tighter.

I've liked it for a long time.

"Huh???"

"Let's make a bet."

Qianxuan did not give her a chance to refuse.

"What are we betting on?"

Gang asked subconsciously.

"Let's bet..."

A familiar, slightly mischievous smile curved Qian Xuan's lips.

"I was able to return alive from the Kannabi Bridge."

"I don't gamble!"

Tsunade practically screamed as she abruptly stood up, trying to break free of his grasp.

"I hate gambling the most!"

In particular, gambling with human lives at stake.

You have to gamble.

Qianxuan did not let go; instead, he pulled her back to him and made her straddle his lap.

He looked up at her face, which was flushed with embarrassment and anger, and said, word by word.

"Because if you bet on me to win, you'll never lose."