NABC Chapter 107 Water Gate, Lights, Deep Affection
Chapter 107 Water Gate, Lights, Deep Affection
Chapter 98 Water Gate, Lights, Deep Affection
The night was slightly cool.
Laughter filled the Senju mansion.
Minato, who had stayed at the front lines for several days, finally returned to the village, and Kushina always had a bright smile on her face.
Shizune also finished her last day at the ninja academy and came to the mansion to have dinner together.
Dinner was sumptuous, a welcome-back dinner for Shuimen.
Kushina kept piling food into Minato's bowl until it was almost overflowing.
She glanced smugly at Tsunade and Chisaku—clearly intending to get revenge for all the "sourness" she had suffered earlier.
Minato simply smiled gently, offering no resistance, and ate the dishes she offered with gusto.
Seeing this, Xingyuan Qianshuo turned to look at Tsunade beside him and winked.
Tsunade rolled her eyes at him, but still picked up a piece of chicken leg and put it in his bowl.
He smiled and happily put the meat into his mouth, finding it exceptionally delicious.
Silent looked around at the two couples on either side and felt as if she had been hit twice over.
I felt full even though I hadn't eaten much of the food.
After dinner, the five of them sat and chatted.
Shizune took out the ninja headband she received at school and said with some emotion, "Tsunade-sama, Master, I've become a genin today."
The group paused for a moment, then clapped in unison and offered their congratulations.
At that moment, Tsunade suddenly remembered something, her expression turned serious, and she stared at Shizune, asking solemnly, "Shizune, now that you've become a genin, you can go on missions, right?"
Silently nodded, puzzled.
The other three also quieted down, waiting for what was to come.
Tsunade slammed her right fist into her left palm, her emotions slightly agitated: "Shizune, I'll take you to open a bank account tomorrow. We'll deposit all the money we earn from missions into it. But you're still young, so I'll keep the account safe for you for now."
"Ah—" Shizune opened her mouth wide, suddenly feeling that it would be better to stay at school.
The other three were speechless.
After the joke, Shizune said, "Master, my teammates are Hyuga Tetsu and Kanpo. They said they'll come to the hospital to see you after training tomorrow."
"I see." Xingyuan Qianshuo pondered for a moment. "I'll go to the school. You can wait in the classroom after class."
"Yes, Master," Shizune replied softly.
"Chisaku, are you going to become a Jonin instructor?" Minato asked.
"Yes, the team is led by three medical genin," Chisaku replied.
"I see." Minato said thoughtfully.
As they chatted, they discussed the situation on the northwestern border, where a large portion of the defense personnel had been withdrawn, leaving only essential personnel for patrols and vigilance.
Jiraiya did not return; instead, he left the front lines and continued his travels.
You could say this battle was a victory, or you could say it was a defeat.
With over two hundred people killed, he really didn't want to come back to participate in those "victory propaganda" events.
While the group was chatting, Konoha Village was peaceful, but many families mentioned the name Hoshino Senju.
It is located on the eastern edge of Konoha, about one kilometer from the home of Hoshino Senju.
In a detached Japanese-style house, warm yellow light shines through the windows, illuminating the small front yard.
A round, solid wood low table is placed on the tatami mat in the living room.
Kakashi was having a quiet meal with his father.
The light shone on their white hair, giving it a pale yellow glow.
There was no conversation, only the soft sound of chopsticks lightly touching the rim of the bowl, and the occasional dull thud of a spoon hitting the bowl.
Two plates of pan-fried river fish, two bowls of steaming miso soup, and white rice.
Simple and warm.
Soon, Sakumo put down his chopsticks; not a single grain of rice remained in his bowl.
Kakashi imitated his father's actions, gently putting down his chopsticks, leaving his bowl equally clean.
Shuo Mao's gaze swept over his son's tender face, landed on the empty bowl, and he nodded almost imperceptibly.
Kakashi stood with his back straight and his fingers slightly tucked together on his knees.
In front of his father, he took off the mask he usually wore.
Although his face remained calm, he was very happy inside—his father had come home today.
He got up to clear the dishes, brewed a pot of tea, placed the tea set on the low table, and quietly waited for the tea leaves to unfurl.
"Kakashi, did you go to training today?" Sakumo Hatake asked gently.
"Yes, with Kai," Kakashi replied.
Shuo Mao nodded.
He naturally knew Kay, Matt Day's son.
It's rare to have peers to train and progress together.
"Father, I saw Lady Tsunade sparring with Teacher Chisaku today," Kakashi said calmly.
"Oh?" Sakumo Hatake looked slightly surprised.
He was one of the few elite Jonin in Konoha who knew that Tsunade suffered from hemophobia.
As a result, Tsunade has hardly participated in any missions anymore. Now that she can spar in battle, the situation has probably improved considerably.
Seeing that Kakashi seemed eager to continue the conversation, he asked, "How did the sparring go?"
"Very impressive, extremely impressive." Kakashi said with certainty, his eyes filled with longing.
Shuo Mao didn't interrupt, but listened quietly.
"Lady Tsunade and Teacher Chisaku use a very powerful taijutsu technique; a single punch or kick can crack large sections of the ground and huge rocks."
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In front of his father, Kakashi no longer maintained his usual composure; looking back on what he had seen during the day, he appeared somewhat excited.
"Furthermore, Teacher Chisaku has a ninjutsu called Rasengan, which can shatter the ground twenty or thirty meters high with a single strike."
Sakumo Hatake was slightly surprised.
I met that teacher, Chisaku, once at Lady Mito's funeral. He looked very young, yet he possessed such strength that he not only mastered the Senju clan's chakra burst techniques but was also able to fight Tsunade head-on.
As for the Rasengan, he had never heard of it.
"Father, do you know what that taijutsu is? Master Chisaku also said that Konoha has an even more powerful taijutsu." Kakashi couldn't help but ask.
"That must be a chakra burst technique of the Senju clan, also known as 'monstrous strength'."
Sakumo Hatake pondered for a moment, then said, "As for even stronger taijutsu—Konoha has a taijutsu master who knows the Konoha Dragon God."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "But what Master Qian Shuo is referring to is probably the Eight Gates Formation—a secret technique that can release the body from restraints, but it places an immense burden on the body, and very few people can master it."
"Konoha Dragon God—Eight Gates Formation—" Kakashi repeated in a low voice.
He was only curious about taijutsu and didn't ask any further questions. What he cared more about was how Teacher Chisaku had incorporated Wind Release into Rasengan that afternoon.
"Father, when Master Chisaku was training this afternoon, he added Wind Release chakra to the Rasengan and blasted a crater forty meters in diameter with a single strike."
Upon hearing the word "Wind Release," Sakumo Hatake became interested.
He himself was a master of Wind Release, and very few ninjas in Konoha knew that he was skilled in Wind Release.
"Kakashi, describe what the Rasengan looks like," he said.
"Okay." Kakashi nodded, then gestured with his hands to describe the name.
Inside an ordinary house in the Hyuga clan's territory.
Hyuga Tetsu explained to his parents that he had graduated early.
The mother was both relieved and worried, but could only offer a few simple words of advice.
Hinata Arashi pondered for a moment before speaking, "Tetsu, I happened to run into Teacher Sensaku today."
"Huh?" Even the usually calm Hyuga Tetsuya was surprised.
"Your teacher, Chisaku, was making too much noise while practicing ninjutsu, which attracted the attention of the barrier team's sensory personnel."
Hyuga Tetsuya's eyes widened, unsure whether his father's words were as he thought.
"Teacher Qian Shuo—is he that strong?" he asked.
"Yes, very strong." Hinata Arashi nodded solemnly.
Hyuga Tetsuya found it hard to believe for a moment.
He never imagined that his teacher, Chisaku, a medical ninja, would possess such formidable strength.
"Tetsu, you must study diligently under Teacher Chisaku from now on," Hinata Arashi instructed.
"Yes, Father," Hyuga Tetsuya replied respectfully.
Hinata Arashi nodded slightly.
He knew his son was harboring resentment; beneath his calm exterior lay anger and confusion.
He himself had gone through that process.
Every member of the Hyuga branch family, after being marked with the "Caged Bird Seal," generally goes through this stage.
"I hope that Teacher Chisaku can guide Tetsuya to find his way forward soon," Hinata Arashi thought to herself.
On the western edge of Konoha, a slightly old wooden house is connected to a wide wooden shed and courtyard.
The room was dimly lit, and the occasional cough could be heard.
Hanfang cleared away the dishes and sat down beside his father. He picked up the pestle and skillfully picked out the herbs, put them into the mortar, and slowly ground them.
A short while later, he weighed and packaged the ground medicinal herbs and placed them on a table to the side.
As he sat down again, he hesitated, but still spoke: "Father, I graduated early today. My instructor, Jonin, is Teacher Chisaku."
"Cough cough————"
Fangfeng, who was grinding the medicine, coughed twice, stopped, and looked up at Hanfang.
After a moment of silence, Fangfeng slowly said, "Yes, follow Teacher Qianshuo and learn well."
After giving a brief instruction, he lowered his head and continued grinding the medicine.
"Yes, Father," Han Fang replied, and continued with his work.
The two appeared calm on the surface, but their minds were racing.
Their family was not a long-established clan, and they joined Konoha relatively late.
The family makes a living by planting and buying herbs, and Fangfeng is the person in charge, mainly responsible for preparing medicines.
He was a Chunin in Konoha before retiring.
Hanfang's mother was a commoner ninja who was injured during a mission and could not be saved, tragically sacrificing her life.
Stubborn by nature, Fangfeng no longer trusted Konoha's medical ninjas.
While trying to complete an incomplete prescription, he repeatedly tested the medicine on his own, damaging his internal organs, yet he stubbornly refused to step into the hospital.
Years later, he finally saw his own stubbornness clearly, but the stubbornness in his bones had long been deeply rooted.
Previously, he had neither commented nor commented on Hanfang's participation in medical training courses.
However, he understood his son's ambitions and thoughts, and silently made room for his son's path in his heart.
The Sarutobi clan's territory, a spacious mansion.
The living room was brightly lit.
After dinner, Hiruzen Sarutobi picked up his hot tea and took a sip.
Biwako, Shinnosuke, and Asuma sat quietly on the sofa and chairs.
This is our regular nightly conversation time at home.
Despite his busy work as Hokage, Hiruzen would always chat with his two sons whenever he ate at home.
"Shin-no-suke, how did you feel training the Rasengan today?" Hiruzen Sarutobi asked.
"It's difficult." Shinnosuke thought for a moment, "But the records that Chisaku-kun gave me are very detailed. If I follow the steps, it will take at least a month to master it."
"Yes." Hiruzen nodded.
He was well aware that even he himself would probably need to practice diligently for several days to learn it.
"Since you're interested, then practice diligently. There's still a lot of room for improvement in this technique." Hiruzen instructed, recalling the scene of Chisaku practicing that afternoon.
"Yes, Father," Shinnosuke replied.
Hiruzen then looked at his youngest son, Asuma—who had actually managed to sit still today.
Asuma listened quietly to his father and brother's conversation, thinking about "Chisaku-kun".
During this period, Xingyuan Qianshuo's name was frequently mentioned by his parents.
At first, he didn't care, and was even a little annoyed.
But today, he became interested.
Because Shizune and Hyuga Tetsuya in the class graduated early and became genin, the teacher in charge was Hoshigen Chisaku.
This was clearly arranged by the father.
"I should have signed up for the medical training course with Hong. Maybe we could have graduated early together," Asuma muttered to himself.
He always felt that he wasn't learning much at school and had mentioned wanting to graduate early before, but his father refused.
Because of this, he didn't speak to his father for a whole month.
"Isn't it too much to just graduate with Hong and be on the same team?" he complained inwardly again.
At this moment, the room fell silent. Asuma took a deep breath and spoke up, "Father, Shizune and Hyuga Tetsuya from our class graduated early today."
Hiruzen Sarutobi nodded, waiting for him to continue.
"Can't Hong and I graduate early too? What the school teaches is completely useless."
Hiruzen Sarutobi looked helpless, thinking to himself, "If it were just graduating early, that would be manageable. But you want to date, and you want me, the Hokage, to do the legwork—what kind of nonsense is this?"
"Kurenai's father, Yuhi Kurenai, is an elite Jonin and Chunin instructor in the village. You're so young and already thinking about dating. What if it doesn't go well and you hurt someone's daughter's feelings? What would Kurenai think?"
With a thought racing through his mind, Hiruzen Sarutobi sighed, "Asuma, if you feel you're not learning anything at school, then practice your family's ninjutsu more. Once you become a ninja, you won't have that much free time to train."
"Hmph! I knew it—" Asuma said with a displeased expression.
He stood up abruptly and said, "Mother, I'm going back to my room to rest."
Having said that, he didn't even glance at his father, the Hokage, before turning and walking out of the living room.
Thousands of lights weave together the night of the fallen leaves.
Behind every window lies its own story, some peaceful, some sorrowful, together forming the rhythm of this village's breathing.
Laughter continued in the main house of the Senju residence, filling the air with warmth.
The five chatted for nearly an hour, then Kushina took Minato's hand, her eyes shining brightly, and suggested, "Everyone's tired today, let's get some rest?"
Seeing the others nod, she almost excitedly pulled Minato away from the living room, preparing to privately express her feelings to him.
Xingyuan Qianshuo accompanied Tsunade and helped Shizune settle into her guest room.
When they returned, only the two of them remained in the courtyard.
He followed silently behind Tsunade, keeping pace with her without uttering a word.
After passing through the courtyard and stepping over the stone steps, I entered the inner corridor. Seeing that she did not turn around to "drive me away," I quickly walked a few steps forward and took her hand.
"Hmph." Tsunade snorted softly, but her fingertips obediently curled into his palm, and a bright smile appeared in her eyes.
Having completely shaken off the shadow of hemophobia, she exudes an air of open-mindedness and boldness.
Xingyuan Qianshuo felt the warmth and delicacy in her palm, chuckled, quickened his pace, and almost pulled her towards her boudoir.
"Slow down! You rascal—" Tsunade said playfully.
That night, through wind and rain, there was endless tenderness.
They have inexhaustible strength and boundless affection.