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

The atmosphere at the dinner table was even more oppressive than the fog in the Land of Water.

The smile on Qianxuan's face had frozen so hard it was almost crumbling.

He felt as if he wasn't sitting at a dining table, but rather on the Fire Shadow Rock, with an active volcano that could erupt at any moment right next to him.

Tutorial on Tsunade's Sealing Technique?

It sounds like a euphemism for "Tsunade-branded physical exorcism package".

He secretly glanced at Kushina.

The princess of the Uzumaki clan, an expert in sealing techniques, was currently looking down, poking at the buns in her bowl with her chopsticks, her shoulders shaking as she tried to suppress a laugh.

They can't be relied on anymore.

Qianxuan sighed inwardly.

He began to seriously consider the feasibility of Tsunade's suggestion.

Sealing techniques are no joke.

On a smaller scale, it's an essential and convenient skill for home and travel, for sealing scrolls, and for storage.

On a grander scale, it's a top-tier rule-based power that can be linked to the Sage of Six Paths and Kaguya Otsutsuki.

The Four Symbols Seal, the Eight Trigrams Seal, the Corpse Demon Sealing...

These names alone are enough to send chills down your spine.

With my current strength, I can easily defeat a Jonin and blow up a port.

But if he were to face those monsters of the future who could conjure black balls and activate the Rinnegan at the drop of a hat, his mediocre skills would probably be so weak that he wouldn't even be worthy of giving them a gua sha treatment.

It is a must-learn.

Moreover, one must master it.

Tsunade is, after all, the granddaughter of Hashirama Senju and Mito Uzumaki, and the bloodlines of the Senju and Uzumaki are intertwined in her.

Her medical ninjutsu involves the Yin Seal, a top-tier sealing technique.

If she were to teach, her theoretical knowledge and the transmission of knowledge would be absolutely top-notch.

As for whether the teaching process will involve any physical discomfort...

Qianxuan glanced at Tsunade's expressionless face, then touched his still throbbing lower back.

Fortune favors the bold.

To become stronger, so that I can build a harem in the ninja world in the future...

No, it's to protect Konoha and Tsunade. What is this small sacrifice?

Having figured this out, Qianxuan instantly felt more confident.

He cleared his throat, and that familiar, slightly ingratiating smile returned to his face.

"That's wonderful!"

He slapped his thigh, his voice filled with surprise.

"To receive personal guidance from Lady Tsunade is an honor I've earned through three lifetimes! I've always felt that Kushina-neechan's teaching style is too gentle and unsuitable for a blockhead like me who needs a good talking-to!"

Kushina, who was trying not to laugh, was thinking: "???"

Qianxuan's words were sincere and righteous, belittling himself to nothing while praising Tsunade to the skies.

Tsunade snorted coldly, her expression softening slightly, but she still didn't give him a friendly look.

The meal ended in this eerie atmosphere.

"Wow, I'm so full!"

Kushina was the first to stand up. She stretched and then walked over to Sengen, patted him hard on the shoulder, and wore a malicious smile.

"I'll leave the teaching to Tsunade! I need to go back and prepare; Minato will be back soon."

She winked at Qian Xuan, her eyes clearly saying, "Brother, this is all I can do for you. Good luck."

After saying that, he hummed a little tune and slipped away without looking back.

"Lady Tsunade, I'm going to the hospital."

Shizune also stood up. She glanced worriedly at Sengen, then at Tsunade, and ran away as if fleeing with Ton-Ton in her arms.

Only three people remained at the dining table.

Yecang glanced at Qianxuan, then at Tsunade who was radiating a low-pressure aura, and felt as if there were nails stuck in his butt.

She silently stood up and bowed slightly to the two of them.

"I...I'm going out for a walk to get familiar with the village."

After saying that, he disappeared through the doorway at a speed that resembled a tactical retreat.

The huge restaurant was suddenly left with only Sengen and Tsunade.

The air was eerily quiet.

Tsunade didn't move or speak. She just held her teacup and looked out the window, as if Sengen were just a wisp of air.

Qianxuan sighed.

He stood up and silently began to clear the table of dishes.

He didn't use any ninjutsu; he just gathered the dishes one by one like an ordinary househusband, took them to the kitchen, turned on the tap, and washed them carefully.

The sound of rushing water became the only sound in this space.

Tsunade sat there, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the figure busy in the kitchen.

He was tall with broad shoulders, wearing simple loungewear with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms.

Sunlight streamed in through the kitchen window, giving it a soft, golden hue.

Gone is his usual laziness and irreverence; at this moment, he actually seems somewhat...reliable.

Tsunade's eyes were slightly unfocused.

She remembered the absurd dream she had last night.

I remembered those hands that held my feet, their expressions focused.

I remembered the scalding nosebleed and that self-righteous "future husband".

My cheeks started to burn again, much to my dismay.

That bastard.

When Qianxuan finished tidying up and came out of the kitchen, Tsunade was no longer in the dining room.

He wiped his hands, his gaze sweeping across the empty room, and finally, in the corridor leading to the backyard, he saw that familiar figure.

She sat on the wooden floor under the eaves, legs together, hands on her knees, quietly watching the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard.

His back view looked somewhat lonely.

Qianxuan hesitated for a moment, but still walked over.

He sat down beside her, mimicking her posture, and looked at the cherry blossom tree that hadn't yet reached its blooming season.

Neither of them spoke.

Silence spread, but compared to the tension at the dinner table, it was less tense and more ambiguous.

After a long while, Qianxuan finally spoke slowly, his voice very soft.

"I'm sorry about last night."

Tsunade's shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly.

She didn't turn around, but just gave a cold "humph".

"I did not do it on purpose."

Qianxuan continued, his voice tinged with helplessness.

"You got drunk yourself, and you insisted on..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he felt a murderous glare from beside him, and he immediately shut his mouth.

Blame her?

Am I tired of living?

Qianxuan mentally slapped himself.

He took a deep breath and changed his strategy.

He quietly moved closer to Tsunade.

Tsunade immediately sensed it, and her body tensed up instinctively, like a startled cat.

Qianxuan did not approach again.

He simply and slowly reached out his arm, his movements gentle yet undeniably firm, and wrapped it around her shoulder.

Tsunade's body instantly stiffened like a stone.

She turned her head sharply, her beautiful brown eyes burning with shame and indignation, and she was about to curse.

Qianxuan didn't give her that chance.

With a slight pull, he drew her entirely into his arms.

Tsunade's head unexpectedly rested on his strong shoulder.

That familiar masculine scent, carrying a faint aroma of soap and sunshine, instantly enveloped her.

Her nose almost touched his neck.

She could even feel the steady, powerful heartbeat in his chest.

Bang, bang, bang...

Tsunade's mind went completely blank.

Her raised hand froze in mid-air, unsure whether to strike or let go.

That bastard!

How dare he?!

"Don't move."

Qianxuan's voice rang in her ear, carrying a hint of husky tenderness.

"Just for a little while."

His arms tightened even more, like an inescapable iron clamp, firmly imprisoning her in his embrace.

"Let me hold you for a while."