Seeing Tsunade almost crawling out of the table, Aoba immediately took a step back, ready to run at any moment.
But the drunken Tsunade was quickly restrained by Shizune.
Noticing Aoba's slightly fearful expression, Shizune quickly explained, "You must be Shirakumo Aoba, right? Don't be afraid. I'm Shizune, not a bad person. And this is one of the Three Legendary Sannin, Tsunade-sama. She's not a bad person either."
"Tsunade-sama has something to discuss with you."
'As expected,' Aoba was slightly surprised inside, but on the surface, he remained calm, only looking at Tsunade with a suspicious expression.
Shizune couldn't help but smile bitterly. This first impression really wasn't great.
It was all Tsunade-sama's fault. She originally said they were coming to confirm the master-disciple relationship, but on the way, she couldn't resist stopping at a tavern.
And then she drank too much.
While Aoba was observing Tsunade, she was also lying on the table, resting her head on a soft pillow, pouting, her cheeks flushed as she stared at Aoba.
The two locked eyes like this for a long time.
'An old hag pretending to be an innocent maiden,' Aoba screamed in his heart. But Tsunade indeed had eternal youth. Even in Boruto, at seventy years old, she still looked the same, unchanged.
Shizune, seeing Aoba's silence, thought he didn't believe their identities.
Just as she was about to explain further, Aoba had already stepped forward, slightly bowing to Shizune.
"Hello, Shizune nee-san!"
"Aoba, hello!", Seeing the obedient Aoba, Shizune's heart bloomed with joy, showing a bright smile.
If it weren't for the inappropriate setting, she would have already reached out to pat his head.
"Tsunade-sama, hello!"
Then Aoba bowed slightly toward Tsunade as well, greeting her politely.
And then, he let his guard down.
"Oi! Brat!", Tsunade was not as disciplined and reserved as Shizune. She directly stretched out her hand, grabbed his head, and pulled him into her ample chest, "You were quite rude just now!"
Aoba's head was squeezed against the soft, warm cushion of fat, the heavy burden making him instinctively struggle.
Seeing him resist, Tsunade's lips curved up slightly, and she tightened her hold even more.
This little brat's earlier attitude had really annoyed her.
She was one of Konoha's Legendary Sannin, and yet this guy actually thought she would get drunk and go on a rampage?
What a joke! In the entire Konoha, who could outdrink her? She wasn't drunk at all.
This bold move wasn't just because she was slightly intoxicated.
Mainly, she felt that Aoba was just a five-year-old brat and probably didn't even have a concept of male and female differences.
"Let… me… go…", Aoba's muffled voice came from within.
He couldn't even describe what he was feeling right now. The sudden impact of the soft cushion had startled him.
But right after that, he was overwhelmed by the strong smell of alcohol, mixed with a faint milky scent, and a suffocating sensation.
He struggled hard, but Tsunade's soft yet muscular arms were like iron clamps, locking his head in place.
Seeing Aoba's face turn redder and redder, Tsunade finally let go, laughing heartily.
As soon as he pulled his head out from that soft abyss, Aoba quickly backed away, panting heavily.
He had almost gone to meet his ancestors.
Looking at Tsunade laughing so carefreely, Aoba found it hard to take his eyes off her.
He could only mark this incident in his heart. Once he surpassed her in the future, he would definitely get his revenge.
"Tsunade-sama, what do you need from me?", Hearing this, Tsunade stopped laughing and turned serious as she looked at Aoba.
"Show me your Mystical Palm Technique."
Shizune also showed a curious expression.
As a medical-nin herself, she knew how difficult the Mystical Palm Technique was. She had struggled for a long time just to heal a single fish when she first started learning.
She couldn't even imagine a five-year-old child mastering it.
Aoba didn't hesitate. He immediately activated his chakra, and a faint green glow appeared in his palm.
Tsunade and Shizune both leaned in closer to examine it.
"It's real?", Both of them were momentarily lost in thought.
Even though they had heard about it from Sarutobi Hiruzen, seeing it with their own eyes still left them astonished.
This talent was simply too terrifying.
Tsunade sat back down, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and looked at Aoba seriously.
Although she didn't want to involve herself in Konoha's affairs anymore. After all, with her hemophobia, she was half-useless as both a ninja and a medical-nin—
But facing such talent, she made up her mind.
She would do this, if only to make a final contribution to the village her grandfather founded.
"Brat, do you want to be my disciple?"
"You only get one chance. If you refuse, I'll be leaving Konoha tomorrow."
Tsunade emphasized.
"Yes!", Aoba didn't hesitate or act coy and immediately nodded in agreement.
Seeing his decisive response, Tsunade felt a bit strange, but she didn't say anything more, "Come to the Senju Clan's ancestral home tomorrow morning. I will officially teach you medical ninjutsu."
With that, Tsunade got up unsteadily and walked toward the door, muttering, "Such a hassle… Now I have to prepare teaching materials for this brat."
"Well then, Aoba, we'll be leaving now. See you tomorrow!"
Shizune was overjoyed. It felt like she finally had someone to share the burden of assisting Tsunade-sama.
"Mm, Shizune nee-san, see you tomorrow!"
After saying their goodbyes, Shizune quickly followed after Tsunade, supporting her.
———
Lying in bed at home, Aoba still felt a little dazed.
He had no mind for training at this moment.
Five years had passed, and he had gone from being just a nameless civilian to becoming Konoha's orthodox heir, Tsunade's personal disciple, the direct line of the Hokage.
'If Tsunade becomes Hokage in the future, won't I be rising to the top as well?'
———
Meanwhile.
Sasuke had just returned home.
"What happened to your face?"
The punch from Aoba had left Sasuke dazed, and there was no way such an injury would heal in just one afternoon.
After a full afternoon of training, Sasuke had even forgotten about it himself. But as soon as he got home, the entire Uchiha family noticed the wound on his face.
Uchiha Fugaku's voice was low and stern. Uchiha Itachi's expression darkened as he stared at Sasuke, waiting for an answer.
Uchiha Mikoto, meanwhile, was applying medicine to Sasuke's eye. If she didn't treat it, it would take much longer to heal.
Sasuke gritted his teeth and said, "I lost in a sparring match… But I will definitely win next time!"
"A sparring match?", Fugaku was slightly surprised. Although Sasuke's talent wasn't on par with Itachi's, among his peers, he rarely had any rivals. So he asked again: "Who was your opponent?"
Sasuke hesitated for a moment before answering, "His name is Aoba."
"Aoba?"
"Aoba!"
Fugaku and Itachi both spoke at the same time.
Fugaku looked at Itachi curiously and asked, "Itachi, do you know him?"
Itachi nodded, "If it's the same person, Aoba should be Tsunade-sama's disciple."
"What?", Fugaku was slightly shocked, "When did Tsunade-sama take a disciple?"
Itachi's expression turned a bit strange, "Apparently just today. I heard that Danzo and the Third Hokage had a huge argument over it in the office."
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