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

In the study, only the soft scratching of the pen tip across the scroll remained.

Qianxuan felt like his wrist was about to break.

He looked at the scroll of runes in front of him, which was densely covered and resembled a star map, and then at the mountain of "homework" in front of him, of which he had only copied less than a tenth. His face fell like a bitter gourd.

Tsunade sat opposite him, holding a medical book from who-knows-when, her posture elegant, without even lifting her eyelids.

But Qianxuan could sense that at least half of the woman's attention was on him.

She was watching him.

Moreover, she seemed to enjoy the process.

"well……"

Qianxuan sighed heavily, threw down his brush, and slumped into his chair, looking completely drained.

Tsunade finally raised her eyelids and gave him a cold glance.

"What, you can't even hold on anymore?"

"It's not that I can't hold on."

Qian Xuan waved his hand weakly, a fawning, obsequious smile plastered on his face.

"Mainly, I feel that this kind of purely physical labor is a waste of your precious teaching time."

"How could I, Sakuya Chigen, the future God of the Shinobi World, the pillar of Konoha, waste my precious youth on something as unskilled as copying?"

"Tsunade-sensei,"

He sat up abruptly, his eyes sincere and his tone earnest.

"Look, I possess extraordinary talent and remarkable physique; I am a one-in-a-million genius in sealing techniques. Shouldn't you give me some private lessons and teach me some unique skills?"

The words "Tsunade-sensei" made Tsunade's lips twitch uncontrollably.

What trick is that bastard up to now?

"When you've laid a solid foundation, then come talk to me about your unique skills."

Tsunade snorted coldly, then turned her gaze back to the book, unmoved.

"No, Tsunade-sensei!"

Qianxuan immediately moved closer, looking at her expectantly across the table.

"Look how hard I'm working and how ambitious I am, shouldn't I get a reward to motivate me?"

"award?"

Tsunade seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

You should be grateful I didn't reward you with my fists.

That is incorrect.

Qianxuan shook his head, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

"As the saying goes, a strict teacher produces outstanding students. Your iron fist is a spur to me out of love. But spurs alone are not enough; we need a balance of work and rest, and a combination of kindness and strictness, so that this thoroughbred horse of mine can run faster and farther."

As he spoke, he quietly walked around the table and behind Tsunade.

"Tsunade-sensei, you must be tired after teaching me all afternoon, right?"

He reached out and tentatively placed his hand on Tsunade's shoulder.

Tsunade's body suddenly stiffened.

"Shall I give you a shoulder massage to relax you?"

Qianxuan's voice carried a captivating gentleness.

Tsunade was about to slap him away, but the force coming from her shoulder was unexpectedly pleasant.

He pressed precisely on her most sore acupoints, applying just the right amount of pressure.

The fatigue accumulated from years of desk work seemed to dissipate little by little under his nimble fingers.

"snort."

Tsunade uttered a meaningless syllable from her nose, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Qianxuan was overjoyed.

There is a play!

While he was attentively massaging his shoulders, he continued with his twisted and fallacious arguments.

"Tsunade-sensei, look at my service attitude and professional technique, doesn't it deserve a five-star rating? In order to serve you better in the future, could you perhaps grant me a small, not-too-excessive request?"

Tsunade closed her eyes, enjoying his service without saying a word.

"For example,"

Qianxuan lowered her voice even further, with a hint of coquetry in it.

"The copying task, reduced by half?"

"Two hundred times."

Tsunade didn't even open her eyes, coldly uttering three words.

"No!"

Qianxuan had a long face.

"Then... let me give you a foot massage? Didn't you... didn't you finish washing your feet last night?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the air in the study seemed to freeze.

Qianxuan felt a chill on the back of his neck.

He saw Tsunade slowly open her beautiful brown eyes, turn her head, and look at him expressionlessly.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a dead person.

Qianxuan immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I was wrong, I was wrong! I was just joking! Please pretend I didn't say anything!"

Tsunade stared at him silently for a full ten seconds.

Then, she slowly withdrew her gaze, leaned back in her chair, and spoke softly.

"One hundred times."

"I'll give it to you once I've finished copying it."

……

Is there such a good thing?

When Qianxuan excitedly carried that familiar basin of foot-washing water and knelt on one knee in front of Tsunade, he felt that his life had reached its peak.

It's just a hundred repetitions of runes, right?

For this, he would accept it even if it were a hundred times, or a thousand times!

Tsunade sat on the sofa, arms crossed, her pretty face slightly turned to the side as she looked out the window, with an arrogant look that said, "I only agreed to this so you could finish your homework."

But the slightly reddened earlobes and the toe that was quietly curled up betrayed her inner turmoil.

Qianxuan took a deep breath, suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, and once again extended those sinful, no, devout hands.

He carefully cradled the work of art that was nothing short of perfect.

It is warm, delicate, and so fair that it seems to glow.

Tsunade's feet are extremely beautiful, with slender feet, an elegant and sexy arch, and five round and cute toes, like the finest pearls.

Especially her toes, which were painted with a bright, bright red nail polish.

In the warm, steamy atmosphere, that red hue resembled a burning flame or a ripe cherry, exuding a deadly allure.

Qianxuan felt his breath catch in his throat.

"So comfortable..."

Just as Qianxuan was immersed in appreciating the art, he heard a very soft murmur in his ear, tinged with a hint of laziness and satisfaction.

He looked up and saw that Tsunade had completely relaxed, leaning back on the sofa with her eyes closed and a look of blissful enjoyment on her face.

"From now on, this kid will get lucky..."

The voice was very soft, as soft as a dream.

But Qianxuan still heard it.

The curve of his lips rose higher and higher.

"Tsunade."

He suddenly spoke, his voice soft.

"Um?"

Tsunade responded lazily, without opening her eyes.

"Your nail polish looks really nice."

Qianxuan's gaze lingered on that vibrant red.

"From now on, I'll apply it for you."

Tsunade's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

She suddenly opened her eyes, a hint of panic flashing in her still somewhat dazed gaze.

What nonsense is this bastard spouting?

Ask him to paint your nails?

That...that's utterly disgraceful!

But before she could even open her mouth to curse, Qianxuan's next words came through.

"Your hands are so precious, they're meant to save lives, how can you do such rough work?"

His voice carried a hint of self-righteous heartache.

The words that Tsunade was about to say were abruptly cut off.

She looked at the man who was bowing his head and massaging her feet with focused expression, and the softest part of her heart felt as if something had gently bumped into it.

It's a little sour, and a little sweet.

She suddenly realized that she seemed to be... increasingly unable to get angry at this jerk.

Of course, Chigen had no idea what Tsunade was thinking.

He felt that teasing Tsunade was simply the most interesting game in the world.

Every test, every tease, felt like a constant struggle between life and death.

The thrill of teetering between being killed with a single punch and winning the heart of a beautiful woman is even more addictive and captivating than hand-to-hand combat with the Raikage.

He became even more engrossed in sculpting.

He felt as if he wasn't giving a foot massage, but rather sculpting a unique work of art.

His spirit, his soul, everything about him was completely immersed in it.

then……

Qianxuan's movements suddenly froze.

He felt that a certain part of his body was undergoing some kind of...uncontrollable, shameful change.

It's over.

Tsunade also sensed that something was wrong.

She sensed that the man's hands stopped moving, and his entire demeanor became stiff.

She opened her eyes in confusion and lowered her head.

Then, her gaze slowly moved down his stiff body.

When she saw an indescribable, towering silhouette, her mind exploded.

"ah--!"

It was another familiar scream, loud enough to lift the roof off.

"Bang!"

Before Qianxuan could even defend himself, he transformed into a humanoid cannonball once again and flew out of the study at an even faster speed than the night before.

Boom!

A loud bang came from the courtyard, accompanied by a cloud of dust.

Tsunade was the only one left in the study.

She stood barefoot, her beautiful face flushed red as if it were burning.

She looked at her foot, still wet with water droplets, which that bastard had praised so highly, and felt ashamed, angry, and somewhat absurd.

After a long time, she slowly lifted her foot and examined it carefully, turning it over and over.

"My feet..."

She murmured to herself, her voice carrying a hint of confusion and curiosity that she herself was unaware of.

"Is it really... that good-looking?"