He leaned in, planting a kiss gently on her cheek.
Shinho smiled and said, "You smell great."
Tsunade rolled her eyes at him, then turned her gaze back to Konoha below.
Shinho held her close until the airship descended and landed.
"How long have we been flying?" Tsunade asked as she stepped off the airship.
Without the warmth of Shinho's embrace, she felt a little unaccustomed.
But that rascal had definitely been thinking about something inappropriate midway through.
"A little over an hour," Shinho replied.
"It's a bit early for lunch," Tsunade said, her eyes lighting up, "How about we hit the casino for a few rounds?"
Shinho's mouth twitched.
Classic Tsunade. Even during a date, she wouldn't forget about gambling.
"Let's go buy some clothes," Shinho said directly.
"Clothes?" Tsunade suddenly seemed to realize something, her face flushing slightly. "Don't think I'm going to wear any of those ridiculous outfits you're thinking of!"
"Uh…" Shinho froze.
Damn, she caught on!
Thinking it through, it was probably his fault. He kept teasing her at night with all those outrageous suggestions, pushing her into a corner.
"Do you think I don't know what's going on in your head?" Tsunade crossed her arms, her tone smug.
"Then… I'll pay for it," in this deadlock, Shinho whipped out his trump card.
"..."
Tsunade's expression darkened."Who do you think I am?!"
"One million ryō," Shinho said, raising a finger.
"Only one million?!" Tsunade snorted disdainfully, "Don't think money solves everything!"
"Ten million," Shinho said with a straight face.
After all, the casino was his. Whatever he spent, he'd earn back.
Tsunade's expression shifted slightly, a hint of hesitation appearing. This rascal was infuriating, but ten million ryō would last her quite a while at the casino.
It was… tempting.
"Ten million ryō per outfit," Shinho added, pressing his advantage.
"Dispicable bastard!" Tsunade glared at him before suddenly changing her tone, "Fine. For your sake, I'll agree."
"Haha, you're adorable, sensei," Shinho said with a grin.
"Shut up and let's go!" Tsunade turned away, but the faint curl of her lips betrayed herl, "I'm going to pick out several outfits."
Shinho felt a rush of warmth.
He was already imagining her in various skimpy outfits.
The pair soon arrived at a bustling shopping district, immediately drawing more attention.
"This could get troublesome," Tsunade said, glancing at him, "let's use a Transformation Jutsu."
She suddenly realized something. Shinho was likely planning to buy some indecent outfits.
If they didn't use a disguise, rumors would spread across the entire village by tomorrow, and she'd die of socially.
"Got it," Shinho agreed.
He, too, understood the potential fallout. The current Hokage buying those kinds of clothes? Unthinkable.
Finding a secluded spot, they quickly transformed into a pair of ordinary young adults.
"Welcome, esteemed customers," a middle-aged woman greeted them with a bright smile.
"Sensei, what kind of clothes are you looking for?" Shinho asked casually.
"Are you sure you want me to pick?" Tsunade replied, casting him a sidelong glance.
"Maybe I should choose, then," Shinho said, realizing that Tsunade might not be as straightforward as she seemed.
On second thought, maybe she was interested in these outfits all along.
Scanning the racks, Shinho's eyes lit up. Raising his hand, he pointed. "These two."
The shopkeeper froze momentarily. One was a cat-ear maid costume, the other a camisole nightgown.
Did he just call her Sensei? Were they playing some sort of roleplay?
Still, as the store owner, she wasn't going to interfere.
Tsunade clenched her fists, her sharp gaze stabbing toward Shinho like daggers.
But it was futile.
As she watched him pick out more outfits, her face grew redder, her frustration turning to sheer indignation. From kimonos to swimsuits to qipaos, he selected everything imaginable.
The most outrageous item? A backless, seamless black bodysuit.
"Enough!" Tsunade finally snapped, her irritation boiling over.
The shopkeeper flinched, thinking Tsunade might demand a refund.
Instead, Tsunade grumbled, "These will do."
The shopkeeper blinked in surprise. So they were serious…
"Alright then," Shinho said, barely hiding his delight.
He knew if he pushed further, Tsunade might actually kill him.
Still, twenty-three outfits were plenty. Too bad the shinobi world didn't have certain niche hobbies yet. Someday, maybe he'd introduce a few anime-inspired ideas.
"Thank you for your patronage! Please come again!" the shopkeeper said, beaming with joy.
"Of course," Shinho replied, storing the outfits.
As they stepped outside, he suddenly winced, feeling a sharp twist at his waist.
"You little rascal!" Tsunade glared at him, her fingers digging into his side.
"This was a fair transaction," Shinho replied shamelessly.
"…" Tsunade ground her teeth, at a loss for words. After all, he wasn't wrong.
"How about some barbecue now?" Shinho suggested, reaching for her hand.
Tsunade slapped his hand away and strode toward the barbecue restaurant.
By the time they reached the entrance, they had dispelled their Transformation Jutsu. Eating didn't require disguises, and their altered appearances felt a bit strange anyway.
"Still mad?" Shinho asked, holding her hand again.
This time, Tsunade didn't pull away, perhaps because they were now in a private booth.
"I'm not mad," Tsunade muttered, her tone subdued.
Shinho leaned over and kissed her.
Tsunade stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, her eyes softening with a faint glimmer.
"Alright, order the food," Tsunade said, gently pushing him back. This isn't a bad way to cool off, she thought.
Shinho chuckled and picked up the menu.
"Don't get too full of yourself, brat," Tsunade said, crossing her arms and fixing him with a stern gaze.
But in her mind, she was already planning to use her Yin Seal tonight to properly teach him a lesson. She wouldn't stop until he was utterly spent.
Shinho shivered slightly under her intense gaze. There was a dangerous air about it.
"What do you want to eat, Sensei?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Beef," Tsunade replied with a soft huff.
"Got it. I'll add two servings of pork belly," Shinho said, marking the menu. After finalizing their order, he stepped out to hand it to the waiter.
Before long, the dishes were brought to their table. Beef, pork belly, and two glasses of fruit juice.
"So, is today considered a date?" Shinho asked casually as he grilled the meat.
"If you want to think of it that way, I don't mind," Tsunade replied nonchalantly.
She wasn't a naive girl anymore, and the concept of dates didn't stir any excitement in her. However, spending time out with Shinho today had undeniably lifted her spirits.
"That's just like you," Shinho siad with a chuckle.
"If you want to go on a date, you should ask Ino, Hinata, or Karin," Tsunade said, her tone suddenly turning cold.
Shinho froze, his expression stiffening. Three names at once?! Cold sweat trickled down his back.
"None of them can compare to you, Sensei," Shinho said sincerely, trying to salvage the situation.
"I bet you've tricked them all with that silver tongue of yours," Tsunade said, taking a leisurely sip of her juice.
"I didn't!" Shinho protested, "I'm being honest. In my heart, Sensei is always number one."
"The meat's about to burn. Flip it," Tsunade said, setting down her glass and glancing at the grill.
"Oh, right!" Shinho quickly flipped the beef, relieved that he had seemingly defused the tension.
"This is taking too long," Shinho muttered, channeling his chakra to speed up the cooking.
"You're so unlike a ninja," Tsunade said, shaking her head, "Who uses chakra like this?"
"Why not?" Shinho asked with a slight cough. "Have you ever heard of engineering-based ninjutsu?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Tsunade frowned slightly.
"Let me give you an example, using Wood Release to build houses," Shinho explained with a smile.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Tsunade said, visibly annoyed, "Wood Release is not meant for construction."
"A typical two-story house would take ordinary people at least a month or two to build. But with Wood Release, it can be done in an instant," Shinho said earnestly, "Think about how much labor and resources that would save."
Tsunade paused, her expression shifting as she considered his words.
"And it's not just housing," Shinho continued, "Think about food production. Using Wood Release to accelerate crop growth. Imagine how many lives that could save during times of war."
Tsunade's body stiffened, her mind racing. It felt like Shinho had opened a door to a new world. No one had ever proposed such ideas to her before.
She thought of Hashirama Senju, whose Wood Release had created marvels like the Forest of Death. If it could be used to grow food, hunger could be eradicated across the ninja world.
Could that bring about peace?
For a moment, Tsunade didn't know what to say.
"Sensei, am I making sense?" Shinho asked, placing the freshly grilled beef onto her plate.
"I'm starting to believe you're the Child of Prophecy," Tsunade said after a long silence.
"Child of Prophecy?" Shinho echoed, surprised. He quickly dismissed the idea. "I don't believe in such things."
After all, in the original story, even Naruto Uzumaki hadn't achieved true peace.
"But I believe in you," Tsunade said, gazing at him.
Up close, she could see his face clearly. This boy really had a way of making her heart stir.
Suddenly, she felt a wave of heat. She wanted to go home.
Taking a bite of the beef, Tsunade said, "I'll be watching you."
"You'll be amazed," Shinho said confidently.
The ninja world of Boruto was already quite modernized. All he was doing was accelerating the process.
He was eager to show Tsunade the world he envisioned.
After finishing their meal, the afternoon rolled in.
As Shinho pondered how to get Tsunade to head home early, she suddenly spoke.
"There's too much grease on me," Tsunade said, tugging at her light green coat. "Let's go home so I can take a bath."
"Sounds good!" Shinho's eyes lit up immediately.
Feeling his burning gaze, Tsunade turned away, instinctively licking her lips.
…
Back at the Senju Compound
Shinho pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"You can wash up first," Tsunade said after a moment's pause. "And give me the clothes you bought."
Shinho's heart raced as he handed her the outfits. With anticipation, he headed to the bathroom.
Turning on the hot water, he filled the tub and settled in, waiting.
Moments later, the door creaked open.
Shinho looked up, his breath catching.
Tsunade had changed into a semi-sheer qipao.
The fabric hugged her neck and ran diagonally downward to her waist, fastened with elegant black clasps. The material wasn't entirely opaque, offering teasing glimpses of her fair skin.
The qipao's slit revealed her full hips, encased in black stockings. Her shapely thighs and pale jade feet were accented by the stockings, with her painted red toenails barely visible through the fabric.
"Well? How do I look?" Tsunade asked as she walked closer, leaning slightly forward. The qipao stretched taut over her curves.
"Stunning!" Shinho replied, his voice unsteady as her mature allure left him breathless.
"Such disrespect," Tsunade murmured, her red lips curving into a smirk, "Looks like you need to be taught a lesson."
"Wait—don't take it off!" Shinho blurted out, raising a hand in protest.
Tsunade gave him an exasperated glare but ultimately relented, stepping into the tub instead.
The water soaked into the stockings, darkening them further, and Shinho's eyes widened.
It was a seamless bodysuit.
The soaked qipao became fully transparent, revealing her figure in all its glory.
Shinho's breath quickened as he reached out to touch her face.
Tsunade chuckled softly, moving closer with a sensual sway.
Every gesture exudeding an irresistible charm.
Shinho wrapped his arms around her, holding her mature, curvaceous body.
Tsunade frowned slightly at first but soon flushed, her expression softening into one of entranced delight.
This qipao is amazing, Shinho thought to himself as he gently ran his hand over the fabric.
Through the now-translucent material, her fair skin glowed with a faint pink hue.
His gaze drifted lower to her legs, which were stretched straight, her feet pressed together. Despite being soaked, the stockings remained intact, showing no signs of wear.
Unable to resist, Shinho reached out.
With a rip, the fabric tore apart.
"W-What are you doing?!" Tsunade exclaimed, "How wasteful can you be?"
"I have money," Shinho replied shamelessly.
"…!"
Tsunade's face darkened with irritation.
She turned around, her thighs tightening as she went on to tech her student his well deserved lesson.
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