Starting with the troublemakers of Konoha, the pressure extends throughout the entire ninja world.

In Qingyu's dream, a golden hedgehog kept chasing him and pricking him.

The reality is that Minato keeps elbowing Aoba with his unyielding hair.

Those golden strands of hair were like a fine, soft needle, poking Qingyu's waist again and again through the thin blanket.

He turned over in his half-asleep state and covered his face with the pillow.

The water gate was adjusted in angle, and the process continued in a different direction.

"Are you sick?"

"It's good that you're awake." Minato's voice came from outside the pillow.

He still wore that gentle smile that wouldn't fade despite any insults.

"What are you yelling about so early in the morning?!"

Qingyu moved the pillow aside a crack.

The sky outside the window was a grayish-blue, somewhere between "almost bright" and "not bright at all".

As for whether it actually lit up or not.

As bright as light.

"There's no way you'll get me out of bed at this hour to spar with you. Forget about it."

"But it's already daytime, it's time to get up, I still need to cultivate!"

"..."

Seriously, Aoba already suspects that if Minato were given a pressure system, he would be able to withstand even more pressure than Minato.

He has given up arguing with Watergate about whether this time counts as morning.

The result of the last argument was that he was dragged out of bed and sparred with for the entire morning.

"It wasn't a sparring session. An older woman came to your class, and she was even wearing a Konoha medical uniform."

Upon hearing this, Qingyu roughly knew who had come.

He then stopped staying in bed and tidied himself up.

He put on his clothes and went into the living room.

A middle-aged woman wearing the uniform of Konoha Hospital.

At this moment, she was leaning slightly forward to speak to Nono.

Nono sat properly opposite him, with her hands on her knees.

Thousand-handed Crane Child.

Several months have passed since the last time a mission was posted at the orphanage.

She looks exactly the same as she did back then.

Gentle, capable, with a faint bluish tint in his eyes from years of working overtime.

Senju Tsuruko's tone carried undisguised regret.

"...If I were the squad leader of the medical team, even if I were a Jonin, that would be great."

"I will definitely find a way to take you as my disciple."

Of course, this is just wishful thinking.

Nono lowered her head, her ears slightly red, and her short yellow hair slipped down from behind her ears, covering half of her face.

Senju Tsuruko looked at the girl in front of her.

She has seen many promising talents in her years of medical practice, but Nono's chakra control is unparalleled among her peers.

You can count them on one hand.

The other hand should be counted separately as Tsunade's.

This is clearly someone I can't teach; only Tsunade can.

So she had gone to find Tsunade before, but unfortunately Tsunade was in seclusion at the time.

That procedure is now complete.

She rushed over as soon as she received news that Tsunade wanted to see Yakushi Nonou.

Nonou bowed to her: "Thank you for taking care of me all this time, Ms. Tsuruko."

Senju Tsuruko nodded, then turned to Aoba, who had just come out of the room.

His gaze had clearly changed; the gentleness remained, but a layer of scrutiny had been added.

"Qingyu, once we get there, keep your mouth shut."

"That's Senju clan territory, and Lady Mito lives there. We must be careful at all times."

"I usually speak quite normally."

Senju Tsuruko completely ignored his words, like a tape recorder without a pause button: "When you see an adult, you should bow. Don't speak unless asked. If asked, think carefully before you answer."

"Also, your medical talent is not particularly outstanding. If you want to continue learning, you will have to work twice as hard."

"clear."

Qingyu's agreement was sincere. However, his definition of "doubled efforts" was a little different from others.

Usually, you find someone more talented than him, stand next to him, and then open your mouth to speak.

Senju Tsuruko stood up and gestured for the two to follow.

She has to go back to work at Konoha Hospital this morning.

The wounded lying in the ward cannot change their own dressings, and the work schedule will not give them an extra half-day off just because they are from the Thousand Hands clan.

As a genin-level medical ninja, he is able to dedicate himself to Konoha year-round.

This is the most standard example of the Will of Fire.

Although she often felt that the burning part was mainly on the top of her head.

The three of them walked through nearly half the village.

The Senju tribe's territory is located in the northern part of the village, and it gets quieter the closer you get to it.

There were no shouts from the commercial street, no crisp sound of shuriken striking wooden stakes in the training ground.

Only the occasional tree canopy peeking out from behind the low wall.

Senju Tsuruko stopped at the entrance to the clan's territory.

It's almost time to hand over the shift; being late will result in a pay cut.

"I still have classes to attend to. You two go in by yourselves and remember what I just said."

She turned and walked quickly toward the hospital, then turned back after a few steps.

It wasn't Nono who looked back, it was Aoba.

Qingyu pretended not to see it.

The gates to the Senju clan's territory were wide open.

It wasn't a special welcome for anyone; it was simply that there was no closing.

Most people dared not trespass on the territory of the Thousand Hands Clan.

The secret agents only patrol and guard the perimeter; they don't directly block the entrance.

Of course, if a newcomer wants to get in, they still have to be careful, lest eight secret agents appear in a second.

Qingyu stood at the door and looked inside, and found a person standing behind the threshold.

"Hey, Nawaki! What are you doing there?"

A slightly nervous smile appeared on Rope Tree's face.

"You said last time you couldn't get in,"

"I figured I should at least greet you at the door."

Qingyu looked at him.

When Rope Tree said this, there was no hint of sarcasm or sarcasm in his tone, nor did he seem to be seeking praise.

For Rope Tree, things are that simple: solve whatever problems arise.

The main reason is that the Senju clan is a major clan in Konoha.

Even when friends came to visit, they were turned away at the door.

If this gets out, who knows if his surname is Senju or Uchiha!

The Senju clan has always stood firmly with the villagers of Konoha and been one with them.

If it were the Uchiha, they would have wiped them out in droves long ago.

"Let's go." Rope Tree turned around and led the way, his steps a little hurried.

His shoulders were more hunched than usual, and his fingers tapped lightly on the side of his legs.

This is a habitual action when nervous.

"I'd like to talk to you about something on the way."

On the way, Senju Nawaki explained to the two of them.

The current situation is somewhat complicated.

Tsunade's technique is complete.

But he didn't look happy.

He still drinks alone every day, locking himself in his room.

Yesterday, a new member joined our family—a member of the Uzumaki clan, the same clan as Grandma Mito.

Tsunade, however, refused to see her and was even packing her bags to move out.

He originally wanted to postpone the meeting, but when he tentatively asked Tsunade if she wanted to cancel it,

The answer was: proceed as usual, and have those two people come over.

"I don't quite understand." Rope Tree didn't turn around, his shoulders slightly tightening.

"Why do I insist on seeing you even though I'm in a bad mood?"

Aoba and Yakushi Nono didn't pick up on that topic.

They were talking about their older sister; that's just a family matter.

Is it any of Qingyu's place to comment on family matters?

If you say something carelessly and Tsunade hears you, your superhuman strength is no joke.

Moreover, Tsunade has the ability to beat you half to death and then bring you back to life.