Naruto: I, who didn't want to be hacked to pieces, saved the ninja world.

"Isn't this the reason you can't get up?"

Baiyun Qingye couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Although Tsunade is now over forty years old, her personality is still like that of a little girl.

She's still that kind of little girl who likes to act unreasonably.

"A disciple is not allowed to talk back to his teacher!"

Tsunade glared at Shirakumo Aoba and continued, "Besides, the reason I couldn't get up today is because I stayed up all night preparing materials for you to become a medical ninja, so I woke up late. Doesn't that have anything to do with you?"

"Uh……"

If that's the case, then Shirokumo Aoba really doesn't know what to say. But looking at Tsunade's expression, he always feels that she seems to be lying, but he has no evidence.

"So what do you want?"

Tsunade's lips curled up slightly. Not having breakfast wasn't a big deal; what angered her was seeing Shirokumo Aoba's attitude of not taking her, his teacher, seriously at all.

If anyone else had been taken in as a disciple by Tsunade, they would probably have been excited for days. But today, she found that this kid didn't have much of a reaction.

Moreover, I was planning to send her to the garrison yesterday, so naturally I had to give her a good talking-to.

However, she did help Baiyun Qingye prepare materials yesterday, although she only found the ones that Jingyin had used before.

Tsunade, without any hesitation, offered her delicate feet to Shirokumo Aoba, lay back, and said lazily, "I'm tired after a long night, give me a massage."

"This……"

Looking at the small, exquisite, crystal-clear toes in front of me, painted with red nail polish.

Baiyun Qingye hesitated for a moment, not understanding what Tsunade meant, and did not make a move...

Is Tsunade really that lacking in boundaries?

This is only our second meeting, and it's already a bit...

Moreover, for some reason, when he hesitated, he seemed to be able to smell a faint strawberry fragrance.

It might be the fruity scent from the nail polish.

"Ok?"

Tsunade let out a disgruntled snort and said somewhat unhappily, "What? As a disciple, can't I even give my teacher a massage?"

"Well... okay then, I've never had a massage before, so my technique might not be very good."

As she spoke, Baiyun Qingye bent down slightly and stepped forward, extending her hands and placing them directly on Tsunade's calves.

It feels firm and fleshy to the touch.

It looks chubby, but when you press it, there's not an ounce of fat.

It must be from years of traveling all over the country and running away from debts that he developed this skill.

Just as he made his move, he clearly felt the little foot in his hand suddenly tremble.

Then it magnified in his field of vision and was imprinted directly on his face.

Shirokumo Aoba first marveled in his heart, thinking, "Chakra is truly a magical thing."

As a ninja, Tsunade's feet not only had no calluses, but were soft like jelly.

But the next moment, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. This was too insulting. Luckily, Tsunade must have washed her feet yesterday, otherwise she would have been in real trouble.

He's not some weirdo from the porridge forum; his sexual preferences aren't that strange.

"what are you doing?"

Shirokumo Aoba angrily grabbed Tsunade's foot and pulled it away from his face.

He noticed that Tsunade was also glaring at him through gritted teeth, her voice slightly annoyed.

"You little brat, I asked you to massage my shoulders, not my feet!"

Anyone would have an instinctive reaction if their leg was suddenly grabbed without warning.

As Tsunade spoke, Shirakumo Aoba clearly felt it; the soft, smooth little feet in his hands trembled slightly, like a frightened little animal.

Her small, delicate toes instinctively curled up and gently scratched his palm.

Startled, he quickly let go of her hand.

"You didn't explain yourself clearly before putting your foot in front of me. How am I supposed to know what you mean?"

"Besides, I don't even know if you have athlete's foot. What if I catch it... ah!"

Before Bai Yunqingye could finish speaking, he was struck on the head with an iron fist.

"You brat! I told you not to talk back to the teacher, and you're not allowed to dislike the teacher!"

Baiyun and Qingye fell silent; when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

He could only seek revenge another day.

Looking at the sensible and well-behaved Shirakumo Aoba, Tsunade felt that she might have gone a bit too far, but she couldn't let go of her teacher's authority.

She placed her hands on her chest, then plopped back down on the sofa, creating a ripple, without saying a word.

"Teacher, should we continue pressing?"

After a moment of silence, Baiyun Qingye became restless and tentatively asked a question.

Tsunade frowned and gave Shirokumo Aoba's hand a strange look. Even though it was her own foot, she still felt a little disgusted.

So she placed her delicate feet on it again.

"Then please continue to massage my feet. I was tired from walking yesterday."

"Uh...you're not going to kick me again, are you?"

"will not!"

Tsunade relaxed and lay back down. She had kicked out instinctively because someone had suddenly grabbed her foot, but now that she was prepared, the feeling was naturally different.

Shirokumo Aoba had no choice but to press down on Tsunade's calf again.

As he made his move, Tsunade's body tensed slightly, and her ten rounded toes curled up comfortably.

Bai Yunqingye glanced at her, rubbed his palm against her fair skin, then stopped and pressed down.

He doesn't actually know how to massage, but he has learned a lot about acupoints on the feet from the medical books he has been studying these past few days.

He then used his Palm Immortal Technique to press the acupoints on Tsunade's feet, little by little.

It looks like it's working well.

"You little rascal, you've got some ideas!"

Tsunade naturally noticed Shirayuki Aoba's little trick; she never expected that medical ninjutsu could be used in this way.

Bai Yun Qingye ignored her and moved her hands to another spot.

He held Tsunade's fair feet in his hands, pressing his fingers against the soles and insteps of her feet.

"uh-huh."

Tsunade emitted an alluring nasal sound.

A tingling sensation spread throughout her body.

Shirokumo Aoba was somewhat glad that she was still a child.

However, the massage didn't last long.

"What...what are you doing?"

Jingyin, who had just finished tidying up the bedroom, came out and looked at the two people on the sofa with disbelief.

Tsunade looked like she was enjoying herself.

While massaging Shirokumo Aoba, she looked at Shizune with an innocent expression and said, "The teacher said she was tired from walking yesterday and asked me to give her a massage."

Shizune frowned. Although she had been traveling for the past few days, she felt that Tsunade was taking her anger out on Shirokumo Aoba because she hadn't had breakfast.

"Lady Tsunade, if you keep this up, there won't be any breakfast tomorrow either!"

Upon hearing Shizune's threat, Tsunade coughed lightly and withdrew her foot. There was nothing she could do; she couldn't cook, and Shizune always prepared breakfast for her.

Although she was a ninja, and it wasn't a problem for her to skip breakfast, she still felt a little uncomfortable with an empty stomach.

"Go wash your hands, we'll start teaching when you get back!"

"it is good."

Baiyun Qingye obediently got up and, following Jingyin's instructions, went to find the restroom.

Shizune watched Shirokumo Aoba's retreating figure, then glanced at Tsunade, whose face still held the lingering effects of the past.

A strange feeling arose in my heart.

He seems quite comfortable.

……

After washing his hands, Shirokumo Aoba returned and sat down opposite Tsunade once more.

Shizune was also sitting next to her; as Tsunade's disciple, she was naturally allowed to listen in.

Tsunade sat upright, her bright brown eyes scrutinizing Shirokumo Aoba, a rare serious expression appearing on her delicate and beautiful face.

"Kid, what's your dream?"