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

Qianxuan's body reacted before his brain did.

He did not get up immediately, but remained lying flat, focusing his chakra on his ears, carefully discerning the source and trajectory of the sound.

It's not the wind.

The sound was extremely faint, lingering briefly on the roof tiles, like a night owl silently landing before quickly disappearing.

Not just one, but two.

The chakra felt cold and restrained, devoid of any emotion, like two moving stones.

It's the dark area.

No, they were more like the clandestine "Roots" under Danzo's command.

Qianxuan's heart sank.

They've been targeted.

He lay motionless on the bed until he was sure that the two auras had completely disappeared from his perception range, then he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He sat up, a fine layer of cold sweat already seeping from his forehead.

He had a premonition of trouble when he refused Danzo in the Hokage's office during the day. He didn't expect it to come so soon.

Tonight was just a test; what about next time?

He threw back the covers and stepped barefoot onto the cold floor.

He pulled out several strands of ninja metal wire as thin as hair from a hidden compartment under the bed, and also took two barely audible little bells.

He spent a few minutes skillfully setting up several simple alarm traps in the gaps between the windows and doors.

Only after doing all this did he feel a little relieved and lay back down on the bed.

The feeling of irritability wouldn't go away.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep—

boom!

The bed board suddenly sprang upwards, and a tremendous force erupted from under the bed, sending him flying.

Qianxuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body twisted violently in mid-air before he landed on the ground.

Before he could make his next move, a dark figure reeking of alcohol sprang out from under the bed and slammed him to the floor with utterly unreasonable speed and force.

"Bang!"

The intimate contact between his back and the floor made Qianxuan feel as if his internal organs had been displaced.

He was pressed down by a soft but ridiculously heavy body, the force of which felt like being hit by a small mountain, leaving him unable to move.

My nasal cavity was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol and a... very pleasant woman's scent.

"Don't move! I'll break your bones if you move again!"

A muffled yet incredibly authoritative female voice rang in his ear.

Qianxuan turned his head with difficulty and, by the moonlight streaming in from the window, saw the person pressing down on him.

His long, golden hair was disheveled, with a few strands even scratching his cheeks.

Her delicate features and the purple diamond-shaped mark on her forehead, even in her drunken state, could not conceal her breathtaking beauty.

Is it... Tsunade?

One of the legendary Sannin of Konoha, who always lost at gambling and fled with a mountain of debt, was Tsunade, the goddess of his dreams.

Qianxuan's brain instantly went blank.

What is this?

Unexpected disaster struck from the sky?

Or did a wife fall from the sky?

"Ugh... what a lousy place..."

Tsunade seemed to mutter something, then buried her face in Chigen's neck as if she had found a comfortable pillow, and even rubbed against him.

Qianxuan felt a warm, wet sensation on his neck, and his whole body froze.

"Feed..."

He tried to speak.

"Shut up!"

Tsunade raised her head in annoyance, grabbed his chin with one hand, and forced him to shut up.

Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, but her aura of power remained undiminished.

"Listen, kid, I'm sleeping here tonight. If you dare tell anyone, especially that old man, I'll put you back in your mother's womb!"

She seemed to have thought of something and added:

"I don't have money to pay rent, and those debt collectors outside are like mad dogs. Is it a problem if I borrow your bed for one night?"

Without waiting for Qian Xuan's reply, she tilted her head and leaned against him, her even breathing filling the air.

Sleeping...asleep?

Qianxuan felt the weight on his body, both amused and exasperated. What kind of situation was this?

He tried to push it, but the other party didn't budge.

That seemingly soft body was as heavy as a block of iron.

With tremendous effort, like a poor worm trapped under a rock, he slowly and painstakingly managed to break free from Tsunade's grasp.

Qianxuan stood up, supporting his back, his whole body protesting.

He looked at Tsunade, who was lying on the ground, fast asleep and completely unsuspecting, and his feelings were extremely complicated.

She just casually slept in a strange man's house, her clothes even a little disheveled from her earlier movements, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin and stunning curves.

The legendary Sannin, is that all?

Qianxuan sighed, resignedly took a quilt from the wardrobe, and covered her with it.

Throw her out?

Don't joke around. Putting aside whether we can win or not, if we get blocked by debt collectors or discovered by Danzo's people, that would be a huge problem.

He looked at the sleeping Tsunade.

In her sleep, she lost her aggressive demeanor; her brows were slightly furrowed, as if hiding an unresolved sorrow.

That stunningly beautiful face bore an undeniable trace of weariness.

This woman carries too much on her shoulders.

Qianxuan shook his head, trying to clear his mind of those jumbled thoughts.

He walked to the corner, sat down cross-legged, and decided to make do for the night.

……

After an unknown amount of time, a rustling sound startled Qianxuan from his light sleep.

He opened his eyes and saw that Tsunade had already sat up, rubbing her temples, with a pained expression on her face from a hangover.

"water……"

She spoke in a hoarse voice.

Qianxuan silently got up, poured a glass of water, and handed it to him.

Tsunade took it and drank it all in one gulp, seemingly becoming a little more sober.

She raised her head, squinted at Qian Xuan, her eyes filled with scrutiny and... a hint of confusion.

"you……"

She seemed to remember something, yet also seemed not to.

"The service last night was... quite good."

"puff--"

Qianxuan almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Serve?

What services?

Tsunade swayed as she stood up, walked up to him, and hooked his chin with her finger. A wave of alcohol fumes wafted over her again.

"He's alright looking, but he's a bit frail."

She smacked her lips like a customer reviewing goods.

"Tell me, how much per night?"

Qianxuan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He was mistaken for a gigolo.

"Lady Tsunade, I think you've misunderstood..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Tsunade interrupted him impatiently, then rummaged through her clothes for a while, but found nothing, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on her face.

Her eyes darted around, and she suddenly leaned closer to Qian Xuan, lowering her voice to say:

"Hey kid, do me a favor. Someone might come looking for me later. Just tell them we... you know what I mean. You'll get your share of the rewards after it's done."

After saying that, before Qian Xuan could react, she made another surprising move.

Tsunade suddenly pushed him down onto the bed, pressed herself against him, and once again pinned him down tightly.

"Hey! You..."

Qianxuan's words were cut off.

Soft, wine-scented lips pressed against his.

His eyes widened suddenly, and his mind went blank.

Tsunade's kiss carried an undeniable force and a reckless madness.

It was less of a kiss and more of a nibbling.

Qian Xuan could feel her body trembling, and the complex emotions emanating from her, a mixture of despair, pain, and self-indulgence.

Alcohol is the catalyst, and desire is the fuse.

At this moment, she was not one of the three legendary Sannin of Konoha, nor a medical genius, but simply a wounded woman trying to escape reality and numb herself in the most primitive way.

Qianxuan's resistance appeared so pale and powerless under such an impact.

Reason was burning, but instinct prevailed.

He was a normal man, and the woman pressing down on him was the woman he had longed for for a long time.

He turned around and hugged her.

The air in the room became scalding hot.

Outside the window, the moonlight remained cold and clear.

Inside the house, a bizarre accident is sliding into an abyss of despair.