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

At the top of the tower, the wind was gentle.

The persistent rain clouds were cleaved by a single sword strike, and the long-awaited sunlight bathed the gray city in a warm golden glow.

Xiao Nan's lips were soft, carrying a hint of coolness after the rain.

Qianxuan could even feel her slightly trembling eyelashes brushing against his cheek.

The kiss was light and brief, like a butterfly's brief pause.

When Xiao Nan released her grip and took a step back, her usually icy face was flushed red, like the sunset after a rainstorm.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at anyone, her hands twisting the hem of her clothes helplessly. In that state, there was no trace of the aloofness of the "angel," but clearly a young girl experiencing her first love.

Qianxuan touched his lips, where the soft touch seemed to still linger.

He looked at the woman in front of him, who was so shy she seemed about to disappear into the ground, and gave her a silly grin.

Worth it.

That strike wasn't in vain.

"S-senpai..."

A voice filled with shock and fervor shattered the ambiguous tranquility.

Yahiko and Nagato remained gazing at the sky, their mouths slightly open, like two statues stunned by a miracle.

Yahiko's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at Sengen with an expression that went beyond mere worship; it was as if he were looking at a god walking among mortals.

"You... what you just did..."

He was so excited that he became somewhat incoherent.

"What...what is that?!"

Nagato didn't speak, but his eyes were fixed on Sengen.

He could feel the earth-shattering power contained within his eyes.

But that power is brutal and destructive.

What Qianxuan just displayed, however, was a different kind of creative power that transcended mere destruction and was capable of changing the world.

Especially the purple giant who looked like a demon god descending to earth, and the giant energy blade in his hand that could cleave mountains.

hateful……

Why can the Mangekyou Sharingan manifest such a cool Gundam?!

So cool!

I want one too!

In Nagato's heart, a thought that was completely inconsistent with his usual calm personality was growing wildly.

"Oh, you mean that one from earlier?"

Qianxuan snapped out of his reverie and looked at the two "students" with eager expressions of curiosity, which greatly satisfied his vanity.

He cleared his throat, put one hand behind his back, and stroked his chin with the other in a pretentious manner, striking a pose of a hermit.

"Want to learn?"

Yahiko and Nagato nodded frantically, like chickens pecking at rice.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

Qian Xuan's lips couldn't help but curl upwards.

"This is... a sword technique that descends from the sky."

His voice became ethereal and distant, as if it came from beyond the heavens.

"To practice this skill, one must first..."

He paused deliberately, enjoying the increasingly intense and expectant gazes from the two of them.

"What must come first?!"

Yahiko pressed for more information.

"First...feel the pulse of heaven and earth, breathe with all things." Qianxuan slowly closed his eyes, a look of rapture on his face.

"When your heart merges with the wind, your will becomes one with the clouds, and your spirit resonates with the mountains and rivers... then you will be able to..."

He was getting into the swing of things, preparing to make up some more nonsense about "man and sword becoming one, heaven and man becoming one".

However, a slender, fair hand silently reached out from behind him.

Then, with pinpoint accuracy, she grabbed his ear and spun it 180 degrees clockwise.

"Oh?"

Xiao Nan's cool voice, tinged with a hint of embarrassment, rang softly in his ear.

"What did you just say? The wind was too strong, I didn't hear you."

Qianxuan's body froze instantly.

The "grandmaster" expression on his face crumbled in a fraction of a second, replaced by a look of fawning and pain that screamed, "Wife, I was wrong."

"It hurts...it's...it's nothing..."

He stiffly turned his head, looking at his "angel" who had just taken the initiative to kiss him and was now turning her back on him, and felt a familiar, burning pain in his ears.

"I said... I said the weather is so nice today, sunny and breezy, perfect for airing out the blankets!"

Yahiko: "..."

Nagato: "..."

The two of them stared at the sudden change in the scene and felt like their brains were about to explode.

Where is that man who could split a mountain with a single sword strike and whose divine might was like a prison?

How did he suddenly become a pitiful wretch with his ears being pulled and his face screaming "henpecked"?

"Yeah?"

Xiao Nan's face was expressionless, but the hand gripping her ear tightened its grip by three points.

"I was wrong! I was really wrong! I shouldn't have been here pretending to be a ghost and fooling the children!"

Qianxuan's screams sounded exceptionally clear atop the tower under a clear blue sky.

Xiao Nan snorted coldly before releasing her grip.

She walked up to Yahiko and Nagato, her face, still flushed, had regained some of its usual coolness.

Don't listen to his nonsense.

She pointed to Qian Xuan, who was still rubbing his ears and grimacing, and said in a flat tone.

"He just has too much chakra and nothing to do with it, he's just bored."

Yahiko and Nagato nodded as if they understood, and when they looked at Sengen again, their eyes held not only awe but also a hint of... sympathy.

It turns out that even the strongest man cannot escape a woman's grasp.

It seems that Lady Tsunade's "family education" for her seniors has begun to be exported.

Looking at the pitying eyes of his two disciples, Qianxuan felt that his "dignity as a teacher" had been trampled on like never before.

He walked up to Xiao Nan, lowered his voice, and said in a wronged tone, "Hey, at least give me some face. I just helped you stir up a huge fire."

Xiao Nan turned her head, her amber eyes looking at him quietly.

After watching for a long time, she suddenly reached out and gently straightened his collar, which had been ruffled by the wind.

"I'm home."

Her voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable, gentle firmness.

Qianxuan was stunned.

He looked at Xiao Nan's breathtakingly beautiful face, so close to his own, and at the lingering shyness in her eyes, and that touch of tenderness that belonged only to him.

My ear seems to be... not hurting as much anymore.

"it is good."

He smiled and took her hand.

"go home!"