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

The bloody fingerprints on the scroll resembled desolate spider lilies blooming on old-fashioned tombstones.

Before the ink was dry, an era was hastily consigned to history.

Qianxuan didn't even bother to glance at those distraught "shadows" again.

He stood up, dusted off non-existent dust, as if he had just finished an incredibly boring tea party.

"I'm gone."

He uttered only those two words before turning and walking towards Obito.

There were no declarations of victory, no boasting, not even a single polite remark.

He acted as if the 100,000-strong allied army and these few top-tier ninja experts before him were merely a few troublesome stones on the roadside, which he would kick aside and never look back at again.

This extreme, ingrained indifference is more hurtful than any humiliating words.

Fugaku Uchiha followed behind him, his straight back filled with a pilgrimage-like devotion.

He got it.

The gods do not care how mortals worship.

Hello.

This is the posture that someone standing in the heavens should have!

"Brother Qianxuan, are we going back now?"

Obito scratched his head, still somewhat unsatisfied.

"Otherwise what?"

Qianxuan glanced at him.

"Stay and help them clean up the mess? I don't have time for that."

Space distorted, and a vortex appeared out of nowhere, slowly engulfing the figures of the group.

From beginning to end, Qianxuan never looked back.

Until the vortex completely closed, and the oppressive force that had suffocated the entire world vanished, Rasa, kneeling on the ground...

Like a fish out of water, it suddenly convulsed and gasped for breath.

Like everyone else, he looked up, gazing blankly at the sky that had returned to calm.

Looking at that wooden table abandoned in the center of the battlefield, it felt like a lifetime ago.

ended?

That's it... over?

The Fourth Shinobi World War, which they staked everything on, ended in such an absurd way.

It ended with a period that they couldn't even understand.

……

The Hokage's office.

The spatial vortex dissipated, and Qian Xuan and his companions reappeared.

Tsunade was sitting behind her desk, holding a document in her hand, without even looking up.

In the past three years, she has rarely seen Qianxuan truly make a move.

But she knew better than anyone that this man had already reached a level even the First Hokage had never known.

It was an inconceivable realm that even her grandfather, Hashirama Senju, had never reached.

Therefore, she was never worried about the outcome of the war.

What she worried about was how to rebuild the ninja world, whose backbone had been completely broken, after the war.

"Fugaku, Shisui, Obito, you can go down now."

Qian Xuan waved his hand, as if shooing away a few flies.

"Let Shikaku and the others worry about what happens next. Oh, by the way, Obito, ask Kakuzu for your 'travel expenses' later."

"Okay!"

Obito responded and his figure once again merged into the vortex.

Fugaku and Shisui bowed respectfully and left the office.

The door was closed, leaving only Sengen and Tsunade in the room.

The aloof, godlike aura he had just exuded vanished without a trace. Qianxuan rushed to Tsunade's side, looking eager to claim credit.

"How was that, honey? Pretty good, right?"

"Hmm, impressive."

Tsunade put down the documents, looked up, and her beautiful brown eyes revealed no emotion.

"So powerful that he almost crippled the entire ninja world without uttering a sound."

"No way."

Qian Xuan chuckled awkwardly.

"I'm just helping you solve your problem. Besides, look, not a single person is dead, how peaceful."

Tsunade rolled her eyes at him, too lazy to bother arguing with him.

She stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the bustling Konoha, which was already taking shape as a megacity.

High-rise buildings stand tall, and traffic flows busily. The laughter of children can be faintly heard reaching the top floor of the Naruto Building.

All of this is so beautiful it seems unreal.

"Qian Xuan".

She suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

"You said before that once Konoha is on the right track, we will hold a grand wedding."

Tsunade's voice was soft, yet clear.

Qianxuan's heart skipped a beat.

He walked behind Tsunade, gently wrapped his arms around her soft yet strong waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

He took a deep breath of the familiar scent that he had been fascinated by for half his life.

"Of course I remember."

His voice carried a hint of barely suppressed joy.

"Now, the entire ninja world is on the 'right track.' We can hold the grandest wedding in history. Invite everyone here and let them see just how stunningly beautiful my wife, Sakuya Chigen's wife, is."

Tsunade didn't speak, but simply leaned quietly against him, feeling the warmth of his chest.

In the office, the only sound for a moment was the steady breathing of the two people.

The atmosphere was warm and tranquil.

Just when Qianxuan thought she had been moved by his sweet words and was ready to take things further,

Tsunade's cool, slightly mocking voice rang out softly.

"So...should we bring your girlfriends to the wedding?"

"..."

Qianxuan's body froze instantly.

He felt the hairs on the back of his head stand up one by one.

coming.

It finally came.

This is the ultimate, fatal question that even the strongest man in the ninja world cannot avoid.

He could sense that although Tsunade's tone was calm, the arm around his waist had unconsciously tightened a little.

"Ahem, um... honey, what did you say? I..."

Qianxuan tried to laugh it off and get away with it.

Tsunade turned around, broke free from his embrace, and gazed at him calmly with her beautiful eyes.

She wasn't angry or upset; she just watched.

But Qianxuan felt as if he had been dissected cleanly from the inside out by two invisible scalpels.

"Yakura, Shizuka, Terumi Mei, and Minami and Rin."

Tsunade read out the names one by one.

"What's been going on between you and them these past few years? Do you think I'm blind?"

"I……"

Qianxuan opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Tsunade sighed, walked back to her desk, sat down, crossed her arms, and rested her chin on her hands.

"I admit, I don't want to share you with anyone."

For the first time, her voice carried a hint of vulnerability that she herself was unaware of.

"I am your first woman, and I want to be your last."

"But these past few years, I've spent every day with them. Yekura would drink with me, Terumi Mei would drag me shopping, Konan's sweets were delicious, and Rin's medical ninjutsu was almost as good as mine... Shizuka... let's not talk about her!"

"They are all good girls."

Tsunade looked at Sengen, her gaze becoming somewhat complicated.

"I don't want to hurt them. But I can't just stand by and watch them steal my man away one by one."

"So, Qianxuan, you choose."

She kicked the ball back to her.

Qianxuan felt his head buzzing.

He would rather fight another 100,000-strong coalition than face the current situation.

He looked at Tsunade's face, which seemed to say, "I'm very reasonable, but you'd better think it through before you speak," and felt utterly bewildered.

He knew that if he uttered even one wrong word today, forget about the wedding; he might not even be able to walk out of this office unscathed.

silence.

A deathly silence.

After a long while, Qian Xuan took a deep breath, as if he had made a major decision.

He walked up to Tsunade, said nothing, and slowly knelt down on one knee.

Tsunade was stunned.

Qian Xuan raised his head and looked up at her. In those eyes that always carried a hint of laziness, there was now only unprecedented seriousness and... piety.

He gently took Tsunade's hand, which was resting on the table, and then took her other foot.

Tsunade: "?"

"Wife."

Qianxuan's voice was somewhat hoarse.

In my heart, you will always be the only one.

"No one in this world can take your place."

"They...are the scenery along the way."

"And you are my home."

"As for the wedding..."

Qian Xuan paused, then gently placed her foot on his knee, and lowered his head.

"...Let me massage your feet first, okay?"

Tsunade watched him with such piety, as if he were kissing a sacred object of the gods, and felt the familiar force coming from the soles of her feet, a force that made her feel weak all over.

That pretty face, covered in frost, finally broke down with a "pfft".

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she playfully kicked his shoulder with her other foot.

"Virtue".