Konoha: The Gu Master Creates the Hokage

"Good morning, Sister Jingyin."

Yu Nu Zhihui greeted Jingyin as she walked out of the kitchen.

"I'm having tonkotsu ramen today."

Shizune held the ramen in front of him and asked, "Does it smell good?"

"good smell."

Yu Nu Zhihui praised, "Jingyin-nee's cooking skills are good enough to open a ramen shop."

"How can it be so exaggerated?"

"Silent smiles brightly," she said.

"I'm hungry!"

Tsunade patted the dining table and said.

She was like a big golden cat, scolding her owner for being too slow.

Thinking about it carefully, that's indeed the case.

For so many years, it has been the two of them who have been feeding her.

"There's another bowl in the kitchen."

"Mute me," the voice reminded.

"I'll get it."

Yu Nu Zhihui turned and went to the kitchen, where she found the bowl of ramen in front of the pot.

He carried a bowl of ramen back to the living room and sat down at the dining table.

"Zhihui, are you used to the life of a low-ranking ninja?"

After slurping up a mouthful of ramen, Shizune asked.

"pretty good."

Zhihui glanced at the oil stains on her lips and casually tore off a tissue for her.

Silently accepted it.

A look of envy crossed her face as she said, "It's a pity I never experienced being a genin."

This is not Versailles, it is an indictment.

After graduating from the Ninja Academy, she thought she would be joined by two teammates, but instead, she only had Tsunade.

From then on, she began her life as a wandering deadbeat in the ninja world.

Gambling, hiding from debt, borrowing money, gambling again, and hiding again.

If it weren't for Aburame Shiki, Shizune might have continued for who knows how much longer.

Tsunade hesitated, then said nothing, focusing only on slurping her noodles.

After finishing the bowl of noodles, she breathed a long sigh of relief.

Oil Girl Zhihui handed her two tissues.

The oil stains on her light red lips looked like lipstick, shimmering under the light.

It's hard to ignore them.

"Why is it time to go to work again?"

After wiping her mouth, Tsunade slumped onto the sofa, her eyes lifeless, like a corpse.

"Isn't most of your work done by Uncle Lu Jiu?"

Oil-slicker Zhihui stood beside the sofa, looking down at her curvaceous figure.

The top, stretched to its limit by gravity, was particularly eye-catching.

"No matter how much work you do, it's still going to work."

Tsunade said without moving, "I always feel extremely tired when I'm at work."

Good guy!

You became a corporate slave without any instruction.

Yu Nu Zhihui smiled and reminded her, "Jingyin will be able to finish washing the dishes soon."

Jingyin couldn't stand her lazy appearance.

"Damn you little devil!"

Tsunade sat up, gritted her teeth, and said, "Watch out, or I might stomp you to death one day!"

Yu Nuzhihui subconsciously looked at those fair, bare feet.

"What? You really want to?"

Tsunade noticed his gaze, gave a soft snort, and asked.

"I'm not interested."

Oil-slicker Zhihui picked up the tea-green coat and handed it to her, saying, "Go to work, teacher."

Enraged, Tsunade raised her leg and stomped on his foot.

It wasn't heavy, but the soles of her feet felt a little cold.

childish.

Yu Nuzhihui shook his head slightly.

"Kid, keep an eye on Naruto's situation today."

Tsunade stood up, put on her outer robe, and swayed it back, causing the character for "gamble" on the back to flutter wildly.

"I know."

Yu Nu Zhihui nodded and said, "I'll go find him now."

He left the Senju family home and then saw a figure that was both unexpected and expected downstairs at Naruto's house.

Sasuke Uchiha.

He stood there, lost in thought, a hint of hesitation on his usually indifferent face.

"Sasuke."

Aburame Shiki stepped forward and asked, "You've come to see Naruto?"

"No."

Uchiha Sasuke answered instinctively.

The arrogant and haughty attitude has long since disappeared from the scene.

Under normal circumstances, the seventh squad would assemble at the first training ground every day.

Do you really think you can just take a long detour and say it's on the way?

Yu Nu Zhihui smiled and asked, "Then what are you doing here?"

Sasuke Uchiha's expression froze for a moment, his eyes swept around, and he stubbornly said, "Read the announcement."

"announcement?"

Oil Girl Zhihui looked around and then noticed the bulletin board a few dozen meters away.

The Sharingan's eyesight is really good.

"Yes."

Sasuke Uchiha said coldly, "Naruto is the son of the Fourth Hokage."

"That's truly surprising."

Oil Girl Zhihui didn't expose him, and said with a smile.

"Apart from his hair, he doesn't resemble the Fourth Hokage."

Sasuke Uchiha looked away and said, "Go and call him down. It's almost time to assemble."

"Since we're already here, let's go up together."

Oil Girl Zhihui went upstairs and stopped in the corridor.

Because Naruto's door was filled with all sorts of gifts.

An apology? A attempt to curry favor?

Oil Girl Zhihui squeezed to the doorway and raised her hand to knock.

The door opened, revealing Naruto Uzumaki with his hair disheveled and resembling a bird's nest.

At the same time, there was a strange smell.

It looks a bit like hairspray.

"Zhihui! You've come at the perfect time!"

Naruto's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Help me!"

As expected of you.

Knowing the truth and still so optimistic.

Oil Girl Zhihui raised an eyebrow and asked, "Help you with what?"

"Get your hair done."

Naruto Uzumaki scratched his hair and said, "I want to have my dad's hairstyle."

Do you comb your hair like an adult?

No wonder.

Oil Girl Zhihui's face showed a look of realization.

Uchiha Sasuke just pursed his lips speechlessly.