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

By the time we got back to the village, it was already getting dark.

The guards at the entrance to Konoha Village saw that it was the four members of Minato's team, simply registered them, and waved them through.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows of the four people.

The atmosphere was somewhat subtle along the way.

Obito followed behind Sengen, chattering incessantly, with only one main point in mind—when will you teach me a few more moves, Senpai?

Rin walked beside Obito, occasionally stealing glances at the man walking in front, her cheeks always bearing a faint blush.

Kakashi walked at the very back without saying a word, his hands in his pockets, like an outsider.

But his dark eyes were no longer as empty as before; instead, they held a hint of thoughtfulness and contemplation.

Qianxuan didn't listen to Obito's nonsense much; his mind was full of plans.

money.

The talent 【Life Return】 is practically a bottomless pit.

That wild boar was just enough to replenish his chakra.

Hunting alone is definitely not enough to sustain daily training and combat.

We can't keep running outside the village every day to catch wild boars and fleece them, can we?

We need to find a way to make money.

Just as he was pondering whether to take Tsunade to the casino and rely on her rule-based skills to win money, or to take on some side jobs on the black market, a dark figure appeared silently in front of him.

It's the dark area.

The man knelt on one knee, his voice completely flat:

"Sakuya Sengen, the Hokage summons you."

Obito's incessant chatter came to an abrupt halt.

Rin and Kakashi also stopped in their tracks.

coming.

Qianxuan sighed inwardly.

What's meant to come will come.

Whether it's settling scores later or rewarding merits, we still have to face it.

"understood."

He gave a weak reply, then turned and waved to the three kids.

"Alright, everyone, you can all leave now."

After saying that, he followed the ANBU member and headed towards the Hokage Building.

……

The Hokage's office.

Hiruzen Sarutobi sat behind the table, puffing on his pipe, the swirling smoke obscuring the expression on his face.

As soon as Qian Xuan entered the room, he felt a subtle, scrutinizing gaze.

He didn't say anything, just stood there lazily, looking like he could fall asleep at any moment.

The office was quiet, with only the soft hissing sound of tobacco burning in a pipe.

After a long while, Hiruzen Sarutobi finally put down his pipe and slowly spoke.

"You did a great job on the mission at Kannabi Bridge."

"Um."

Qianxuan responded with a sound, but didn't react much.

Hiruzen Sarutobi was a little annoyed by his stubbornness.

He picked up a report from the table and pushed it over.

"This is the report on this mission. Minato has a very high opinion of you."

Qianxuan glanced at it, but wasn't interested in looking.

"but,"

Hiruzen Sarutobi changed the subject.

"I've also received some...not-so-good rumors."

Qianxuan raised his eyelids slightly.

"The Anbu interrogated the prisoners from Iwagakure. They said that on the battlefield, you would use medical ninjutsu to heal the enemy before killing them."

Hiruzen Sarutobi's gaze sharpened.

Is that true?

Qianxuan fell silent.

The air in the office seemed to freeze.

Just when Hiruzen Sarutobi thought he would defend or deny it, Sengen suddenly grinned.

"Lord Hokage, you don't understand."

He leaned closer with a mysterious look on his face and lowered his voice.

"What I call end-of-life care. Think about it, before a person dies, they can experience the feeling of being fully revived, and then go to the afterlife without regrets. What a great humanitarian spirit that is!"

"puff--"

Hiruzen Sarutobi spat out the mouthful of tea he had just taken a sip of.

He coughed for a long time before he caught his breath, then pointed at Qian Xuan, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Humanitarianism?

You call that humanitarianism?

That is clearly the behavior of the devil!

Seeing the Hokage's face turn red from holding back his anger, Qianxuan chuckled inwardly.

Trying to play games with me?

You're still too green.

He knew that Hiruzen Sarutobi had not summoned him today to convict him.

If a conviction were to be made, it wouldn't just be one secret unit coming, but the "roots" of an entire squad.

To put it bluntly, it's about giving someone a talking-to.

"Cough cough."

Hiruzen Sarutobi cleared his throat, deciding to skip the topic.

"In recognition of your outstanding performance in this mission, the village has decided to reward you."

He took a thick envelope from the drawer and placed it on the table.

"This is three million taels. Consider it a reward for your merit this time."

Three million?!

Qianxuan's eyes widened instantly.

He felt his breathing quicken.

Get rich!

Now we can eat Kobe beef every day, let alone wild boar!

He remained expressionless, simply walking over lazily, picking up the envelope, casually stuffing it into his pocket, and muttering something under his breath.

"Only three million? That's not even enough to fill a tooth gap."

Hiruzen Sarutobi's eye twitched violently.

He decided that unless it was something very important, he would never summon that brat alone again.

That's infuriating.

"There's one more thing."

Hiruzen Sarutobi took a scroll from another drawer and handed it over.

"This was given to you by Tsunade."

Qianxuan was taken aback, but then accepted it.

Is it Tsunade?

"Alright, you can go back now."

Hiruzen Sarutobi waved his hand, giving off an expression that said, "I don't want to see you again."

Sengen left the Hokage's office satisfied, carrying the money and the scroll.

As soon as he stepped outside, he couldn't wait to open the scroll.

Sealed inside the scroll is a brand new katana.

The scabbard was a plain black, and the hilt was wrapped with a dark blue silk ribbon.

Qianxuan gripped the hilt and slowly drew the sword.

Clang——

A clear and melodious dragon's roar.

The blade was like a pool of autumn water, reflecting a cold, icy light under the moonlight. A faint halo of chakra flowed along the edge.

It is a chakra metal blade with excellent conductivity.

Qian Xuan could sense that this knife was far superior to the one he had broken before.

After all, we were poor before and couldn't afford chakra metal weapons.

In the corner of the scroll, there is a line of small characters written in delicate handwriting.

"Don't break it again, you bastard."

Qianxuan looked at the words, then at the knife in his hand, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

That stupid woman...

He carefully put the knife away, and with three million taels of silver in his pocket, he felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the Thousand Hands Mansion, he saw a golden figure leaning against the stone lion in front of the gate, waiting for him with a bored expression.

It's Tsunade.

She changed into casual home clothes, her long golden hair draped loosely over her shoulders. In the moonlight, she appeared less sharp and more gentle than usual.

When she saw Qianxuan return, she stood up straight.

"What did the old man say to you?"

"It's nothing, just a small reward."

Qianxuan patted the envelope in his arms.

Tsunade glanced at it but didn't ask any more questions.

The two stood at the doorway, neither of them speaking, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

"that……"

"knife……"

They both spoke at the same time, and then stopped at the same time.

"You go first."

Tsunade turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

"I really like the knife."

Qianxuan shook the scroll in his hand.

"Thanks."

Tsunade gave a soft "hmm".

"besides……"

Qianxuan looked at her and suddenly smiled.

"Does our bet still stand?"

Tsunade's cheeks flushed red instantly.

She remembered the lewd words she had whispered in his ear that day in the hospital room.

"Let's talk again when you can beat me fair and square from the front."

She left those words behind and walked into the mansion without looking back, leaving Qianxuan with only a somewhat hurried silhouette.

Qianxuan watched her retreating figure, his smile widening.

Have I ever beaten you even once?

Ok.

He returned to his long-unused guest room, neatly stacked the three million taels of cash vouchers on the table, then sat cross-legged on the bed, placing the new knife across his lap.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction and security enveloped him.

He has money, a knife, and a woman waiting for him to "win" her.

There's hope for the future.