Chapter 274: The Game is Over? Then Let's Do It For Real!
However, what Tsunade didn't know was that her every move was clearly perceived by Akiyama Makoto.
At such a close distance, even without sensing, he could hear her voice and smell her scent.
He had been wondering if his performance was a little too youthful, but the facts proved that Tsunade wasn't much better after regaining her youth.
She even seemed to be unable to suppress her emotions due to the excitement of returning to her youth.
Especially at the last moment, Tsunade didn't dare to breathe or make a sound.
Her eyes were fixed on his direction through the wooden door, just because he had turned over. This kind of thing... only someone full of youthful vigor would do.
Youth... it really is beautiful.
It was just a pity that youth also had side effects. He wondered how many times Tsunade could withstand these side effects?
When Shizune returned, he pretended to wake up slowly, and then chatted and laughed with the two of them over dinner.
All three of them tacitly pretended nothing had happened, but each had their own slightly improper thoughts.
After dinner, Tsunade prepared to go out and gamble.
He naturally couldn't follow, so he chose to stay quietly in his room.
But he wouldn't do nothing. Instead, he took this opportunity to start writing his book.
He had already completed the Biography of Hashirama Senju, but he could write a sequel now, using the Biography of Tobirama Senju as a connecting link.
He knew that by writing these words, Tsunade would know his identity.
However, the "Akiyama Makoto" Tsunade knew was limited to the author who wrote the Biography of Madara Uchiha and the Biography of Hashirama Senju, not the Makoto who had slaughtered everyone in the Chūnin Exams.
In the original plot, Tsunade only learned of Hiruzen Sarutobi's death after Orochimaru found her.
This showed that Tsunade would not actively seek out any news about Konoha. However, he was certain that the two books he had written were exceptions.
His two books had already been sold throughout the Land of Fire. It was impossible for Tsunade not to buy a copy when she saw a familiar name.
And in the Biography of Hashirama Senju, he had praised Hashirama as an absolutely positive figure.
Although from his perspective as a transmigrator, Hashirama uniting the ninja world was the best way to eliminate war, he wasn't foolish enough to write such things in the book.
Because then he would become an outlier among outliers, hated by Konoha, the Land of Fire, and even the entire ninja world. His fate would probably be worse than being a rogue ninja.
Some things could only be done, not said. This was a truth he had understood after struggling in his previous life, and it was even more relevant now.
With this book as a foundation, he was sure that Tsunade would have a favorable impression of the author "Akiyama Makoto," she just hadn't connected him with this Makoto.
Now it was time to break through this window paper—he even praised the Tsunade of the past in his subsequent manuscript, praising her as worthy of being Hashirama Senju's granddaughter.
Doing this was a bit risky, but the risk was worth taking.
Now that Tsunade had regained her youth, this week was when her mind was most active and her emotions most sensitive.
If he didn't take advantage of this week to imprint his image into her heart, he might have to conquer her with strength later.
He wrote for several hours, while using his sensory ability to track Tsunade and Shizune.
At midnight, the two of them walked slowly towards the hotel. There was still a blush on Tsunade's cheeks, while Shizune complained that she had drunk too much again.
Tsunade rolled her eyes. She didn't want to drink too much either!
But if she didn't drink too much, she would inevitably see him again, which made her feel both ashamed and embarrassed.
If she weren't reluctant to part with this feeling of youthful exuberance, she would have removed this strange sealing formula herself.
"Alright, I came back so early today. Isn't that already a form of self-discipline?"
"If you keep nagging, I'll go back to living day and night upside down starting tomorrow."
Shizune laughed in anger. "Lady Tsunade, are you threatening me with your own body? Lady Tsunade, you are bullying the people who care about you!"
"I don't need your concern. Just live your own life."
"And didn't I say before? It's time for you to go back to Konoha and gain experience. I alone—"
"You alone, with hemophobia, drunk as a skunk, dying in a gutter somewhere?"
Shizune froze after speaking, realizing she had gone too far, because Tsunade had already raised her hand.
However, the expected punishment did not come. Tsunade just patted Shizune's cheek. "I'm just scaring you. I'm not someone who throws tantrums randomly. And my hemophobia is cured. Look!"
Tsunade bit her finger and drew a line on her face, then smiled proudly. There really seemed to be no reaction.
Shizune was pleasantly surprised, but then realized something, and her expression quickly became despondent.
She didn't want to leave Tsunade, and didn't know how to face so many familiar strangers back in the village alone.
Suddenly, Shizune thought of a reason. "Lady Tsunade, but you could be attacked if you're drunk!"
"Unless you can stop drinking from now on, I can only continue to follow you."
"Ah, this—"
Tsunade looked at the empty wine jug in her hand, very reluctant.
She really didn't know what else she could do if she didn't drink and gamble. She had lived like this for so many years—
"See, Lady Tsunade? You really can't leave me—"
"Fine! I agree."
"I won't drink for the next week. That should be enough proof, right?"
Shizune looked at Tsunade in disbelief, while Tsunade smiled triumphantly.
Then Shizune's eyes reddened. She picked up Tonton, ran back to the hotel, drilled into her room, and locked the door.
She felt she was about to be abandoned.
Tsunade watched Shizune's back silently. She felt her life was already rotten, completely hopeless.
But Shizune was still young. She could return to Konoha and use her medical ninjutsu skills, and even start a family and leave descendants.
Shizune shouldn't, and couldn't, walk her old path.
Tsunade threw away the wine bottle. Listening to the sound of it shattering, she walked upstairs with heavy steps, returned to her room, threw herself onto the bed, and muttered to herself, "What does my life count for..."
"Not being able to drink for the next week... you might as well kill me—"
After speaking, Tsunade suddenly thought of Makoto. It was time to check on his physical condition. This was her duty as a doctor.
She gently opened his door. Seeing him sleeping soundly by the moonlight, she breathed a sigh of relief.
When she returned to her room, she finally saw the large stack of manuscripts on the desk.
She picked one up casually, and her eyes lit up.
Elegant handwriting, vivid writing style, interesting narrative... this was actually the story of her grandfather, Hashirama Senju!
Wait, why am I in it?
Seeing her name, Tsunade felt her brain buzz—Makoto was the author of those two books? He actually knew who she was?
Then didn't he know how old she was?
In an instant, Tsunade felt a tightness in her chest, as if she were being strangled.
Then a trace of anger burned, feeling that he seemed to have deceived her.
But in the end, she felt a sense of loss. She hadn't connected the Makoto in front of her with the author of these two books, had she?
After all, the writing style of these two books was mature. Tsunade subconsciously felt that the author's age must be at least thirty or fifty—Wait a minute. Could Makoto actually be an old man too?
Tsunade suddenly felt it was possible. Had he used this evil art to maintain his youth?
She instantly became alert, feeling she had to investigate this matter seriously.
Should she ask Konoha for intelligence on him, or investigate him herself?
She naturally chose the latter, because he was right in front of her, and contacting Konoha was not an option.
She didn't think doing so would be dangerous, nor did she think he would be her match.
And all of this was to ensure she hadn't been deceived, and for Shizune's safety—so she did it!
Thinking of this, Tsunade came to his room, tiptoed to his side, and lightly tapped his forehead with her fingertip.
In an instant, the chakra of Body Pathway Derangement was injected into his body, causing him to faint completely.
Only then did she turn on the light. She reached for his clothes, lifted them to check his stomach, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming there was nothing there.
No—that's not right.
It was too early to relax. What if his seal was hidden somewhere else? Thinking of this, she continued to unbutton his clothes, checking his body inch by inch, her face becoming stranger and stranger.
When she saw the Yin Seal on his chest, she was completely stunned.
Besides her, the only person who knew the Yin Seal was her grandmother, Mito Uzumaki. Could he be a descendant of the Uzumaki clan?
No, I have to check if this Yin Seal is real!
She quickly tapped the Yin Seal, trying to release it.
She succeeded quickly. Thick chakra flowed through his body, and his hair turned red.
As for the life force seal she most wanted to check, it didn't appear. This relaxed her. At least it proved he wasn't a member of an evil sealing jutsu sect.
Then the remaining problem was to test how old he really was. She also knew how to test this.
She placed her hand on his waist, injecting chakra into it, while probing the activity level of his internal organs. The Yin Seal could only change the surface of the body, not the specific lifespan of the internal organs. Plus, since there was no life force seal on him, she felt this method should be reliable.
The returned result made her blush slightly. He really was young.
Then what she had done—looking at his completely undone clothes, recalling how she had been touching him all over, her face turned even redder.
For her, at her age, this naturally didn't constitute a temptation.
But for her, currently in the prime of her youth, the hormonal changes in her body were beyond her control.
She flusteredly tried to help him dress, her fingers trembling slightly.
Just at this moment, he opened his eyes, looking at her with pure eyes.
She turned her head mechanically, met his gaze, squeezed out a smile, and said awkwardly, "I... I came to give you a check-up—"
"Really?"
"Of course it's true! What other reason could there be?"
"You little bastard, you knew my identity long ago, didn't you? I'm Tsunade of the Sannin. Could I do anything strange to you?"
She suddenly put on her old attitude. He sighed, pulled up his pants, and said, "It seems the game can't go on, Lady Tsunade."
She was slightly stunned, then said with a sense of loss, "Can't go on..."
"Although the game can't go on, Lady Tsunade, if you don't want me to write what just happened into a book, you have to agree to one condition."
Her veins popped, and she looked at him unkindly. "What condition?"
"Just close your eyes."
She became alert. "What are you going to do?"
"I already know you're Tsunade of the Sannin. What else can I do? Grandma Tsunade... is it okay if I call you that?"
She was furious, wishing she could punch him flying.
But seeing that he was still fastening his belt, she closed her eyes. Anyway, it was impossible for him to do anything excessive.
Just as she was thinking this, he kissed her lips, and even boldly deepened the kiss.
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