In the Military Police Force Chief's office, Shun's slender fingers tapped lightly on the window frame.
'Just 13 more sessions with Tsunade and I can upgrade Senju Sage Body to Advanced.'
Shun took a deep breath, adjusting his restless heart. Then, he formed a hand seal, leaving a Shadow Clone to work.
His true body, meanwhile, transformed into an afterimage, instantly vanishing from the window.
...
In the Senju Clan territory, Tsunade's residence was surrounded by lush trees and blooming flowers.
In this peaceful atmosphere, over a dozen of Tsunade's Shadow Clones bustled about. Some Shadow Clones meticulously wiped the window sills, making them shine brightly. Other Shadow Clones, scissors in hand, trimmed the weeds in the courtyard, making it neat and beautiful.
The real Tsunade, at this moment, stood in the master bedroom, focused on arranging the room. Her long hair was casually tied into a ponytail, and her bangs were slightly damp with sweat.
Just then, a male voice suddenly appeared. "Tsunade, you shouldn't use your precious time for cleaning."
Tsunade raised an eyebrow slightly. "Stop making sarcastic remarks. This is my home, of course I'll do it myself."
Shun slowly approached. The air was filled with a woman's unique body fragrance. Tsunade's collar was slightly open, revealing a section of her snow-white shoulder.
"The war just ended, and Konoha's economy isn't doing well. Many people are unemployed. Are you willing to work hard yourself rather than give your clan members a chance to work?"
Tsunade's movements paused, a flicker of emotion in her eyes. "Since when have you been so concerned about the Senju clan?"
Shun suddenly took a step forward and said, "I care about many people, especially you. I've always kept you in my heart."
His palm pressed against Tsunade's lower back. Through her thin clothes, he could feel the warmth of her skin.
Tsunade's eyes widened slightly. Before she could speak, she was pressed against the wall behind her.
"You..."
Tsunade grunted, about to retort, but suddenly noticed that Shun's vitality felt a little off. His gaze was more fervent than usual, and his breathing was slightly hurried.
"Shun, you... Did you overdo it with the kidney tonics? Your vitality is a bit high."
As she spoke, Shun had already wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. His lips had already come down, with an undeniable forcefulness.
Tsunade's eyes widened slightly, but soon, her fingers clutched his lapels, and she returned the kiss.
"Hey, Tsunade! I'm here!"
This voice made the entangled pair freeze simultaneously.
Shun slowly looked up and saw Jiraiya's annoying face peering in from outside the window. The white-haired ninja's signature smile froze the moment he saw the scene inside, his lips twitching comically a few times.
"You... you two..." Jiraiya's finger trembled as he pointed at them, his eyes wide as saucers.
His gaze swept over Tsunade's flushed cheeks and their intimate posture, his face changing from red to white to green.
Bang!
With a muffled thud, Jiraiya fell from the windowsill. This was followed by a "crash," as if he had knocked over some decoration in the courtyard.
Shun sighed, looking down at Tsunade in his arms. "Do I need to deal with him?"
Before Tsunade could answer, a hand suddenly appeared on the window frame again with a "swish." Jiraiya clumsily climbed back up, a few leaves still clinging to his forehead.
His expression was as if he had swallowed an entire lemon. "Shun! You actually... actually did that to Tsunade."
Shun narrowed his eyes, his arm still around Tsunade's waist, showing no intention of letting go.
He said lazily, "Oh, Jiraiya, who loves to peek, Tsunade is mine now."
Jiraiya's face instantly flushed red. He certainly recognized Shun, who had achieved great military feats in the Third Great Ninja War and had recently defeated Hiruzen.
Jiraiya's voice was loud enough to startle the birds in the courtyard. "Shun, don't you have an Uzumaki girlfriend? Tsunade, don't be fooled by this kid. He's a playboy."
Tsunade straightened her disheveled collar and said coldly, "Jiraiya, my private matters are none of your business."
Jiraiya stomped his feet in exasperation and said, "Tsunade... you two... There's a 20-year age difference, it won't end well."
Tsunade angrily clenched her fists. "Jiraiya, you bastard!"
Shun pulled Tsunade closer, his eyes also becoming dangerous. "Jiraiya, you're jealous of me."
He deliberately hugged Tsunade's waist tighter and kissed her lips. "Because I'm more favored by Tsunade than you?"
Jiraiya's fists cracked, but he ultimately didn't strike. "Shun, I'll say it one last time, leave Tsunade, or I'll beat you every time I see you."
Shun then clenched his fist: "Exactly what I want. After the war, Konoha's economy is sluggish. I'm planning to hold a competition next Sunday to attract some wealthy people to watch. This will boost Konoha's economy. With our combined fame, we should be able to earn a lot of money for the village."
Jiraiya glared at him, his chest heaving violently. This would benefit the village, and he could legitimately beat this kid.
So, Jiraiya gritted his teeth and nodded. "Fine, I agree."
Watching Jiraiya's indignant departure, Shun closed the window. The room fell silent again, with only the sound of their breathing.
Tsunade leaned against the wall, her long hair somewhat disheveled on her shoulders. Her cheeks still held a lingering blush, and her breathing was a little more hurried than usual.
"You did that on purpose?"
Shun untied his ninja headband and smirked. "Or rather, Tsunade, are you shy?"
Tsunade snorted coldly, but she didn't push him away. Her gaze fell on Shun's open collar, there was a faint scratch mark there, left by her in a moment of passion.
Shun's fingers gently caressed Tsunade's earlobe, slowly sliding down her jawline, finally stopping at her slender neck. He could feel Tsunade's pulse beating, faster and faster.
Tsunade grabbed his restless hand, her breathing hurried as she said, "Don't do that. Jiraiya hasn't gone far. With his hearing, he'll hear."
Shun smirked, deliberately raising his voice. "That's good, let him learn."
At the same time, Jiraiya, outside the courtyard, was indeed still standing there. His extraordinary hearing caught the ambiguous sounds from inside the room.
The rustling of clothes, hurried breathing, and Tsunade's suppressed soft moans.
As a 'veteran', Jiraiya naturally knew what was happening inside. He punched the nearby tree trunk, shaking down countless leaves.
He gritted his teeth and formed a hand seal. "Damn it!"
Body Flicker Technique!
With a puff of white smoke, his figure vanished from the spot.