She wore a white cropped short-sleeve shirt that clung tightly to her chest, giving the fabric a "stuffed monk" appearance. Over it was a blue coat, and below, a wine-red mini-skirt with beige high-top boots on her feet.
In addition, her thighs, waist, and upper arms were adorned with fishnet accessories—she appeared to be wearing a fishnet undershirt and fishnet biker shorts underneath for added protection.
Tōshirō saw she was in casual clothes, not a standard jonin vest, and guessed she had returned from a mission some time ago.
"Yo."Tōshirō lifted a hand and greeted her with practiced ease, his eyes pausing on the diamond-shaped mark on Tsunade's forehead—Yin Seal.
In this era, Tsunade had started consciously developing the Byakugō Technique thanks to guidance from her future self. She had already learned the prerequisite techniques for it from Mito.
As for the full Byakugō Technique, she hadn't developed it yet. It wasn't that she was less talented than Sakura—rather, in the original story, Tsunade had taught Sakura hands-on and over time. In this timeline, Tsunade was far busier than Sakura ever was, so her ninjutsu development had been delayed.
Her round pupils reflected the mischievous grin on the young man's face. Tsunade paused, let out a light "Yah!" of surprise. "How did you get out?"
She genuinely hadn't expected her boyfriend to appear here. Normally, he should be in the Forest of Death, learning how to control the tailed beast, right?
"Of course, I came out just to see my little Tsuna~"
Tōshirō affectionately called Tsunade by a pet name.
Tsunade stepped forward, her pale arms wrapping around behind Tōshirō, her hands locking around his neck. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she smiled and teased, "Such a sweet talker."
Their eyes met, their gazes intertwined. Tōshirō's hands traced the curve of her waist and gently hugged her lower back.
As Tsunade leaned slightly, a milky fragrance drifted from her hair and body.
Tōshirō twitched his nose, inhaled the sweet scent, and grinned. "How do you know I'm such a sweet talker? You've tasted it?"
"Smart mouth."Tsunade pouted with a teasing smile.
The two of them were so caught up in their flirting, they completely forgot there was a wide-eyed little girl standing beside them.
"I snuck out just to see you. Don't you think I deserve a little reward?" Tōshirō asked cheerfully, sounding a bit like he wanted praise.
Tsunade pouted her lips. "Looks more like you snuck out just to take advantage of me."
Tōshirō shamelessly grinned. "Yep. Tsunade's tofu is delicious."
Tsunade feigned annoyance. "Such a perv."
Tōshirō laughed with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Tsunade gently closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling as she puckered her pretty lips like someone reluctantly giving in. "Well? What are you waiting for? If you're gonna take advantage of me, hurry up."
Though her words sounded unwilling, deep down she was a little happy—her man craving her body meant he really liked her.
Tsunade silently counted a few seconds in her head, waiting for the tofu-loving rascal to give her a kiss.
Several seconds passed…
Strange. Why was he still hesitating?
With that thought, Tsunade opened her eyes—only to see an awkward expression on Tōshirō's face.
"U-um… can I have a different reward instead?"
Tsunade raised an eyebrow, her expression tinged with displeasure.
This guy…She was offering him tofu, and he still dared to be picky?
With just a bit of common sense, Tsunade instantly guessed what kind of dirty idea her man was cooking up and flatly rejected him before he could say more.
Tōshirō pouted, eyes full of melancholy. "I didn't even say anything yet…"
Tsunade stayed firm. "No means no. Don't think I don't know what kind of nonsense is brewing in that brain of yours."
Tōshirō's eyes sparkled with pleading light. "I swear, just once—really."
Tsunade wasn't moved. "You say that every time, and then once you start, you never stop."
Tōshirō sighed, putting on a pitiful face. "You make it sound like I'm some kind of pervert."
Tsunade gave him a look like she'd just seen a maggot in a toilet. "You're the one who invented that term brain-pillow waves, weren't you?"
Off to the side, little Mikoto's metaphorical face was already being run over by a truck. Luckily, she was still too young to understand any of it.
Tsunade crossed her arms over her chest. "And you say you're not a pervert."
Tōshirō was rendered speechless. At this point, he figured he had no choice but to pull out his ultimate move.
He formed hand signs, and with a flicker of chakra, his appearance transformed into that of his five or six-year-old self. Then, just like a child in a mall throwing a tantrum after not getting a toy, he threw himself to the floor, flailing and wailing:
"I don't care! I don't care! I want tofu pudding today!"
Tsunade stood speechless for a while. Then her gaze shifted to Mikoto, who looked completely shaken in her worldview. Tsunade awkwardly coughed and called his name.
Tōshirō stopped flailing, his eyes lighting up. "You're gonna give me tofu pudding?!"
Tsunade whispered, "There's someone watching us…"
Tōshirō: ...
At that moment, the atmosphere seemed to freeze. Even the buzzing of mosquito wings could be clearly heard.
Tōshirō slowly got up from the ground, coughed twice, and said, "Mikoto, don't misunderstand. Just now, I was rehearsing a drill with this lady here."
As he spoke, he kept winking at Tsunade, wildly signaling her.
Tsunade froze for a while before catching on. "Ah, ah, yes, yes, we were rehearsing…"
Even she didn't believe what she just said.
Mikoto was very young, but that didn't mean she was dumb. "Did I interrupt you guys…"
Tōshirō: "..."
Tsunade: "..."
"Sorry…"
Mikoto bowed at a 90-degree angle, then darted out the door, sensibly giving the two some space.
Tōshirō scratched his cheek with a finger and sighed in frustration, "Ahh~ there goes my heroic and noble image in Mikoto's mind… all ruined now…"
Felt like a social death.
Maybe he really shouldn't mess around like that next time.
Tsunade sighed in exasperation. "Wasn't it you who had a brain spasm at the end?"
Tōshirō's ears twitched at her words. For some reason, he suddenly grabbed his head, squatted down, and looked like he was in serious pain, as if his brain was going haywire.
Seeing that, Tsunade panicked and stepped forward to check on him. "What's wrong?"
"My brain hurts so much… it's like there's a worm chewing on it…"
Tōshirō was breathing heavily in pain. "Ah—hurry~ find something to cushion my brain!"
"Cushion your brain?"
"Yeah, your chest will do…" Tōshirō sneakily peeked.
Tsunade froze, then realized what he meant and reached out to pinch his face. "You're asking for a beating, huh."
"Ah—okay, I was wrong! Stop pinching me!"
Hearing him beg for mercy, Tsunade finally let go.
Tōshirō rubbed his swollen cheek. "You didn't have to go that hard…"
"You really are hopeless, you perv," Tsunade rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine, I'll just give in to your weird little fetish."
Huh?Tōshirō's face lit up with a grin. "Really?"
Tsunade glanced at him. "If I don't, you're just going to keep trying to trick me anyway, you horny little wolf."
Tōshirō nodded like a pecking chicken.
Tsunade formed some hand seals, and a puff of white smoke rose around her—clearly a transformation jutsu.
Tōshirō watched, puzzled. As the smoke cleared, standing before him was an 11 or 12-year-old girl with golden ponytails, fair skin, and a beautiful face. Everything was great… except she was a bit flat-chested. It was the younger version of Tsunade.
Tōshirō blinked in confusion, utterly shocked.
Tsunade placed her left hand on her waist and her right hand behind her head, striking a pose with a sweet smile. "Ta-da~ don't you miss how I used to look like this?"
Tōshirō looked her up and down, especially her flatter chest, and frowned in confusion. "I do kinda miss it, but what does that have to do with my reward?"
"Of course it has something to do with it." Tsunade stepped forward and suddenly pulled the five-or-six-year-old-looking Tōshirō into her arms, pressing their bodies together.
She was quite strong, and Tōshirō couldn't break free even if he wanted to. Plus, his head got a bit bonked by her flat chest, making his brain hurt even more.
"Oww—what are you doing~?"
"Hehe, this is your reward."
"Reward?"
"Yup."
"I mean, I guess technically that's true… but this is clearly just using your flat chest to cushion my head!"
(End of Chapter)
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