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

As he left the Hokage Building, Qianxuan felt that with every step he took, the injuries on his lower back and face were playing a mournful tune.

With his newly formed dark circles, comparable to a panda's, he walked down the streets of Konoha, feeling as if the eyes of the whole world were shining on him like searchlights.

"Hey, look, it's him, Shuo Ye Qianxuan."

"Which one? Oh, oh! It's that one... Lady Tsunade's..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down! I heard he's really something else, he even managed to win over Lady Tsunade."

Several passing ninjas lowered their voices and whispered among themselves, but their undisguised, gossipy and awe-inspiring gazes were still precisely fixed on Qianxuan.

Qianxuan's ears twitched, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

Konoha's number one gigolo?

Perverted foot fetish?

shallow.

That's called having fun; you mortals don't understand a thing.

Just as he was feeling quite pleased with himself, the conversation between two female ninjas who were resting nearby drifted over.

"Sigh, I really want to find a younger boyfriend too."

"Come on, where are you going to find that?"

"Of course! Look at Sakuya Chigen, he's handsome, strong, and so caring... I heard he even... cough cough, anyway, he's the kind of person who's incredibly considerate! Who wouldn't want a younger brother like that?"

Qianxuan paused in his steps.

He cleared his throat, straightened his back, and deliberately walked past the two female ninjas with what he thought was a very dashing gait.

Yes, the eyes of the masses are discerning.

I, Shuo Ye Qianxuan, am a role model for men in the new era.

Filled with this inexplicable sense of pride, Qianxuan returned to the Qianshou Mansion.

Without alerting anyone, he went straight back to his room and began packing his bags.

There's really not much to tidy up.

Several sets of clothes to change into, some emergency rations and medicine, and a few new storage rolls.

Finally, his gaze fell on the long sword hanging on the wall.

The scabbard is simple and unadorned, while the blade is long and narrow, gleaming with a cold, sharp light in the sunlight.

It was given to him by Tsunade after the Battle of Kannabi Bridge.

He walked over, took the long sword, and gently wiped the blade. The cold touch from his fingertips brought him a sense of peace.

He slung the long sword at his waist and then tidied his somewhat red and swollen face in front of the mirror.

Well, even though he's a bit disfigured, he's still incredibly handsome.

Everything is ready.

Qianxuan took a deep breath, opened the door, and prepared to leave.

Then, he froze on the spot.

Tsunade stood quietly at the door.

She didn't know how long she had been standing there.

She was wearing the same silk, slightly oversized nightgown she wore last night.

Her long, golden hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Gone was her usual assertiveness and sharpness. Her stunningly beautiful face carried a hint of languor from just waking up, and a complex emotion that she couldn't quite conceal.

Eyes facing each other.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

There were no questions, no angry shouts, and no words spoken.

Qianxuan looked at her, seeing the worry and reluctance that she couldn't hide in her eyes.

Tsunade looked at him, at the long sword she had given him herself at his waist, and at the still swollen wound on his face, the one she had inflicted herself.

Qianxuan slowly opened his arms.

The next second, Tsunade, like a weary bird returning to its nest, buried her face in his chest, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist.

Qianxuan tightened his arms, embracing her petite body tightly, his chin gently resting on the top of her soft hair.

At that moment, the Land of Water and Madara Uchiha vanished from his mind.

In his world, there was only the woman in his arms who said one thing but meant another, yet was so real that it made his heart ache.

After an unknown amount of time, Tsunade finally lifted her head from his embrace, her beautiful brown eyes already misty with tears.

She stood on tiptoe.

Qianxuan lowered his head.

A hot, salty kiss landed on my lips.

It was no longer the aggressive and possessive storm of last night, but rather a gentle and lingering feeling filled with endless longing and reluctance.

Qianxuan held the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

Unconsciously, their hands began to wander over each other's bodies, exploring the familiar curves and contours.

The temperature in the corridor was rising rapidly.

Just when things were at their most intense and ready to ignite, and it seemed like the farewell was about to turn into a morning exercise, things were about to become a crucial moment.

A familiar loud voice, accompanied by a series of hurried footsteps, approached from afar.

"Tsunade-nee! I'm here! I heard that bastard Sengen is going to the front lines? Let's throw him a farewell feast at noon! I'll cook his favorite dishes..."

Kushina rushed into the corridor like a gust of wind, beaming with excitement.

Then, her voice abruptly stopped.

She froze at the corner, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

What did she see?

She saw Sengen and Tsunade embracing each other in an extremely unrestrained manner.

She saw their lips and tongues intertwined passionately.

She even saw... Qianxuan's restless hand, resting under Tsunade's robe, on her pert...

boom--!

Kushina felt her face instantly burn up.

Do not look at what is improper!

Do not look at what is improper!

She turned around abruptly, covered her eyes, squatted on the ground, muttering something under her breath, her shoulders trembling violently.

The air was deathly silent.

Both Sengen and Tsunade froze.

Tsunade abruptly pushed Sengen away, her face, already flushed from the kiss, now turning a deep red that looked as if it were about to bleed.

She looked at Kushina, who was crouching in the corner, trembling like a mushroom, and then at the culprit next to her who looked innocent and clicked his tongue as if he was savoring something.

A surge of earth-shattering shame and indignation erupted.

"Shuo! Ye! Qian! Xuan!"

"ah--!"

With a piercing scream, Qianxuan felt himself experience the sensation of flying once again.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Kushina didn't even dare to turn her head. She used both hands and feet to disappear at a speed comparable to fleeing for her life at the other end of the corridor.

Just kidding, if you don't run now, she'll be the next one to fly out!

……

The main gate of Konoha Village.

Two young Chunin guarding the gate were standing guard, looking rather bored.

"Sigh, the war is almost over, and the village feels much more peaceful now."

"Yeah, there hasn't been a single troublemaker lately, we're so bored we're practically bursting with boredom."

While the two were chatting idly.

"call out--"

A sharp whistling sound came from the direction of the village.

The two of them subconsciously looked up.

A black dot appeared, moving from afar, tracing an extremely beautiful parabola in the air, and then, with pinpoint accuracy, hurtling towards them.

"Enemy attack!"

One of the Chunin's expressions changed drastically, and he instantly assumed a fighting stance.

The other, slightly more experienced one, squinted and carefully discerned the outline of the "human-shaped cannonball," then sighed silently and pulled his companion back.

"take it easy."

"boom--!"

A loud bang.

The ground trembled violently.

A familiar human-shaped crater appeared less than ten meters from the gate.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Qianxuan crawled out of the pit, covered in dirt, patting himself down and rubbing his aching back.

The young Chunin stared in disbelief at the scene, his mouth agape.

"That...that's...Lord Sakuya Sengen?"

"Um."

The experienced Chunin nodded and said in a tone that suggested he was used to it.

"What...is he doing?"

"It's probably outside the village."

"..."

The young chunin fell silent.

He watched the figure limping toward the gate, then looked at the large pit emitting blue smoke, and felt his worldview being severely shaken.

So, the heroes of Konoha all have such unique ways of leaving the village?