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

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, felt sticky on my face.

Qianxuan leaned against the railing of the merchant ship and yawned lazily.

He had been away from Konoha for three days, and the endless sea made him feel a little sleepy.

With a huge sum of three million taels of silver in his pocket and a new sword given to him by Tsunade at his waist, he was ostensibly going to carry out an extremely dangerous S-rank mission, but in reality, he was going to the vault of that unscrupulous merchant in the Land of Waves to "buy for free".

How should I put this feeling?

One word: awesome.

He took out the thick stack of cash coupons from his pocket, counted them in the sea breeze, and then carefully put them back.

Three million taels sounds like a lot, but when Qianxuan thought about the bottomless pit of costs associated with the [Life Return] technique, he felt that the money wouldn't last long.

It seems that Kado's vault must be emptied.

From now on, I'll eat Kobe beef every meal, and my chakra will increase rapidly. After a fight, I'll have full health and mana after just one meal.

It's beautiful to think about.

"Hehehehe..."

The familiar, eerie laughter once again escaped uncontrollably from his throat.

Several businessmen who were boasting and joking around nearby cast strange glances at him, as if they were looking at a lunatic.

Qianxuan coughed awkwardly twice, dropped his money-grubbing expression, and adopted a melancholy posture, gazing at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

Don't understand?

Brother is contemplating life.

His gaze swept casually across the deck.

Suddenly, his gaze froze.

A woman was standing at the bow of the ship not far away.

She wore a purple, tight-fitting, backless dress that accentuated her slender and powerful figure.

Her long, flaxen hair was tied back with a hairband, revealing her smooth, full forehead and a section of her fair neck.

She stood there quietly, gazing at the distant sea, her whole being like a drawn blade, exuding a sharp aura that kept strangers at bay.

Qianxuan's gaze followed the graceful lines of her neck downwards, landing on her bare back, which gleamed healthily in the sunlight.

The back muscles are well-defined and smooth, clearly the result of years of training.

Especially in the area of ​​the shoulder blades, because of the posture of crossing the arms in front of the chest, the two butterfly-shaped bones protrude slightly, like a pair of folded wings.

Tsk.

Qianxuan's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

The foot fetish hasn't been corrected yet, and now there's another back fetish?

He stared at that smooth, firm back, and an extremely professional thought uncontrollably popped into his mind.

"Such a beautiful back, it would be a shame not to get cupping done."

He subconsciously muttered something under his breath, in a voice only he could hear.

The voice just fell.

The woman at the bow of the boat suddenly stiffened.

She slowly, inch by inch, turned around.

It was a face that was extremely beautiful, yet also possessed a touch of heroic spirit.

A pair of sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, were fixed on Qian Xuan.

Her eyes were cold, carrying a scrutinizing and probing quality, and a hint of barely perceptible...confusion.

It's as if asking: Is there something wrong with this person?

Qianxuan's heart skipped a beat.

It's over.

They forgot that ninjas are all monsters with abnormal hearing.

He remained outwardly calm, even giving the woman what he considered a very friendly smile.

The woman ignored his smile and strode towards him, step by step.

The high-heeled ninja sandals made a crisp "tap, tap, tap" sound on the deck, each step feeling like a tap on Qianxuan's heart.

The surrounding merchants seemed to sense that something was amiss, and they all shut their mouths and tactfully stepped aside.

The woman walked up to Qian Xuan and stopped.

She was shorter than Qian Xuan, but the oppressive feeling she exuded from above made him feel as if he were being watched by a venomous snake.

"What did you just say?"

Her voice was beautiful, with a husky and magnetic quality unique to mature women, but her tone was so cold it could drop ice shards.

Qianxuan's brain was working at lightning speed.

What should I do?

Playing dumb?

He said he didn't say anything?

No, that's too cowardly; it doesn't fit my mysterious and enigmatic persona.

Apologize?

Saying you misread it?

Even worse, that would be tantamount to admitting that you were spying on people with a lewd look.

In a flash, Qianxuan made a decision.

He decided to reason with her.

"cough."

Qian Xuan cleared his throat, his expression becoming serious and professional, like an old Chinese medicine doctor dedicated to saving lives.

"I see that the muscles around your shoulder blades are a bit stiff, which is probably due to overuse injuries from long-term high-intensity physical training. We ninjas are always fighting and killing, so we always end up with some hidden injuries."

The woman's brows furrowed.

She was a little out of sync with this guy's train of thought.

Qianxuan didn't give her time to think, and continued to talk nonsense in his unhurried tone with a straight face.

"Cupping can improve blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and clear the meridians, effectively relieving muscle fatigue and preventing fasciitis. Especially for a ninja like you who clearly specializes in taijutsu and fire-style techniques, blood and qi are prone to stagnation, so you need to pay more attention to maintenance."

"How about it? Want to try it? My technique is very professional, it's a family tradition."

Qianxuan looked at her with a sincere expression, his eyes filled with the genuine feeling that "I'm doing this for your own good."

"..."

The woman was completely stunned.

She had imagined countless possibilities.

The man might apologize in a panic, he might try to argue with bluster but he's actually weak, or he might even resort to violence.

But to her utter surprise, he would seriously explain the benefits of cupping to her.

She looked at the handsome, nonchalant young man in front of her, who spoke eloquently, and her mind was in complete turmoil.

Who exactly is this guy?

Are they medical ninjas from which village?

But he didn't have the aura of a medical ninja.

Could he be... a con artist?

"you……"

The woman opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Don't believe me?

Qianxuan noticed her doubt, so he held up his hand and pointed to himself.

"Look at me, I'm always on the go, carrying out all sorts of challenging missions, so why am I still in such good health? It's because I know how to take care of myself."

"As the saying goes, training is only 30%, while maintenance is 70%. While physical training is important, timely relaxation and conditioning are the keys to living longer."

"Miss, I can tell you're not young anymore. If you don't take care of yourself now, it will be too late when you get old and suffer from rheumatism, bone pain, backache, and other ailments."

...not young anymore?

A vein on the woman's forehead throbbed uncontrollably.

A chilling killing intent suddenly erupted from her body.

The temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees.

The wooden planks on the deck were even covered with a thin layer of white frost.

Qianxuan's smile froze.

Grass.

I said the wrong thing.

The woman's hand was already on the ninja tool pouch at her waist, and her sharp eyes flashed with an extremely dangerous light.

"How do you want to die?"