Madara, let's change the world together!

Hiruzen Sarutobi revealed his purpose for this trip.

He simply couldn't stand seeing Tsunade drowning her sorrows in alcohol and gambling every day.

Since Kiyoi Gen has a reason to prevent Tsunade from drinking, he might as well go with the flow and have Tsunade take on another disciple, which might help her gradually recover.

Even if I can't continue being a ninja, as long as I'm not so decadent, that's fine.

Actually, it was Kiyoshi Gen who came up with the idea. Since there happened to be a suitable candidate, he naturally wanted to give it a try.

Tsunade looked very dejected as she looked at the information sheet.

She can't even take care of herself, so how can she take care of a child who is not even four years old?

but

Tsunade thought of Dan Kato's face.

She couldn't refuse this child.

"I see."

Tsunade took a deep breath.

"I will take good care of her."

Hiruzen Sarutobi immediately showed a relieved smile.

"Wait, Mr. Yuan has a gift for you."

Kiyoshimoto?

Hearing that name, Tsunade's anger flared up again.

What other gift could I give her?

Hiruzen Sarutobi took out four books from the drawer. The cover of the first book read "How to Take Care of a Child".

"These are books sent by Mr. Yuan. I've taken a look and they're very well written."

"If Biwako and I had this book to tutor us, my eldest son might be a little closer to me."

"Take a look."

"Since we promised to take good care of Jingyin, we can't give up halfway."

"Crack!"

As she looked at the first book on raising children, Tsunade clenched her fists, a cruel smile on her face.

That bastard!

How dare they mock her?!

Behind Tsunade, Jiraiya helplessly covered his face, secretly admiring Kiyoi Gen.

Although it keeps making Tsunade angry, if it can help Tsunade gradually cheer up, that would be the best outcome.

"Tsunade, remember to pay back the debt you owe Genji as soon as possible."

"Because you demolished the new archway, your debt has accumulated to 400,000 taels."

!!!

"Crack!"

and many more!

The desk is very brittle!

Hiruzen Sarutobi never expected that his desk, which had been with him for so long, would be split in two because Tsunade's finger had successfully retired.

That bastard!!!

Tsunade never expected that she would encounter someone who would both anger her and leave her helpless.

I'll definitely give them a good beating if I get the chance!

"Ah!"

Kiyoshi Gen sneezed in the office, and it felt weird.

Could it be that his family misses him?

Chapter 145 Tsunade taking care of the child?

"Tsunade-sama!"

In front of me was a well-behaved and adorable little girl with short black hair.

She clutched the hem of her clothes with both hands, looking very uneasy.

"Come in, find any room you like."

Tsunade scratched her head.

On impulse, he actually took her in as an apprentice and even let her live in his home.

Silently, she jogged in.

Tsunade's house is very big, but there's only one lazy person living there, therefore...

"Woo-wah"

As soon as Jingyin entered, she was hit by a strong, overwhelming smell of alcohol, and almost threw up.

Oops!

I forgot to tidy up!

Tsunade slapped her forehead, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Because she was used to living alone, she forgot that normal homes are definitely not like hers.

"Lady Tsunade, would you like me to help you clean up?"

"No, I'll do it myself."

Tsunade walked into the room; she wasn't so lazy as to let a child under four years old clean the room.

However, someone seems to be a little too confident in her housework skills.

After an hour of chaotic activity, things got even more chaotic...

"Lady Tsunade, let me help you."

The little silent one found garbage bags and rope inside the house.

She sorted the various kinds of trash, especially the large number of wine bottles, which were all bundled up and piled up in the corner of the courtyard.

They asked Tsunade, who was strong, for help, and it took them nearly two hours to clean up all the trash in the house.

Afterwards, Jingyin skillfully wiped down the room, ventilated it to remove the odor, and tidied up two rooms that were still habitable.

As for what it originally looked like?

Someone always drinks his wine fully clothed and then lies down to sleep.

"Lady Tsunade, this is the best we can do. Please forgive us."

I saw a little girl do something she had never done before, and she spoke to her in a tone that begged for forgiveness.

Even Tsunade felt like a slovenly adult who was worse than a child.

"Lady Tsunade, would you like to take a bath?"

"I can help you scrub your body."

Ok?

Tsunade narrowed her eyes, then took a step toward Shizune.

The other person instinctively stepped back, their expression as if they had smelled something extremely unpleasant.

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Come to think of it, how long has it been since she last took a shower?

It seems like it was four days ago?

Because she had been sleeping among piles of wine bottles, the smell of alcohol on her body was as if she had been pickled in a vat of wine for a long time.

"I can wash it myself."

Tsunade quickly went into the bathroom and took off her clothes in a few moments.

What a shame!

Shizune didn't go into the bathroom; she simply picked up the damp towel again and started tidying the room once more.

I'd heard from the Third Hokage that Lady Tsunade was quite slovenly; it seems she'll have to work on it herself from now on!

Speaking of which, what will happen to Lady Tsunade's life after she enters the Ninja Academy?

Silent began to seriously consider this serious question.

An hour later.

Tsunade was scrubbing her smooth skin in a large bathtub.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that the pool smelled of wine.

Picking up the half-used bar of soap she'd bought from the shopping district, Tsunade began lathering for the fifth time.

White foam gradually covered her smooth, fair body, and the murky water surface was rippled by the movement.

Climbing onto dewy shoulders, they disappeared into white foam like feathers.

"Splash."

Tsunade stood up, the foam flowing downstream, washing over her pink skin, and gathering into clumps of white foam on the water's surface.

She lifted her leg.

Her fair left foot stirred up a stream of water, which eventually condensed at her toe into a fleeting miniature waterfall.

The foam flowed down, carrying away the aroma of the alcohol and leaving behind a delicate fragrance.

At least, the soap smells quite nice.