Naruto: The Uchiha remnants of the Senju clan!

Chapter 101 Drunken Tsunade, Sleeping Together

Chapter 101 Drunken Tsunade, Sleeping Together (Third Update)

Early August.

"Water Release: Mirror Flower, Water Moon".

The Thunder God Sword in Qingyu's hand erupted with dazzling water light, stirring up the light.

If there were other people present, they would be confused by the light reflected from the water and would not be able to tell where his true form was hidden.

Qingyu sheathed his sword and exhaled a long breath.

"Finally, only one more left."

Qingyu pondered to himself.

He has now mastered four of the five illusions.

If you also master "Konoha Style: Willow", you will meet the five requirements for mastering illusion techniques and trigger the upgrade conditions for the [Deep Brotherly Love] trait.

Sheathing the Thor's Sword and tucking the hilt back into her waistband, Qingyu turned and went back inside.

In the living room, Jingyin was sitting at a low table organizing her medicine box.

"Shizune, Tsunade's birthday is coming up soon, what are you planning to give her?"

Shizune looked up when she heard Qingyu's words.

"I plan to send you a homemade hangover remedy."

She took a palm-sized cloth bag from the medicine box and opened it to show Qingyu.

It contained several kinds of dried herbs, which emitted a faint fragrance.

"Make a cup of hot water before drinking alcohol. It can protect your liver and help you sober up. Although Lady Tsunade has a high alcohol tolerance, drinking too much is always harmful to your health. With this, you can recover quickly even if you get drunk."

Qingyu took the hangover remedy packet and examined it carefully.

"Good, this is useful."

"What does Qingyu plan to give?"

"Silent asked curiously."

Qingyu thought for a moment.

He's currently quite well-off. The rewards he's earned from previous missions, plus the one million ryo he scavenged from Yekura's ninja tool bag, and the money he sometimes wins at the casino, add up to a little over one million ryo in total.

There's more than enough money to buy Tsunade a decent gift.

"A necklace, perhaps."

Qingyu said.

"Shall we go out and look around? I know a jewelry store with really exquisite designs."

"Okay, let's also discuss how to surprise Tsunade."

The next day, on the evening of August 2nd.

When Tsunade pushed open the door, the room was pitch black.

She frowned and reached for the light switch on the wall.

"Where did those two brats run off to?!"

Snapped.

The lights came on.

"Happy birthday!"

Shizune held a medicine packet tied with a ribbon in both hands, while Qingyu held a six-inch cake with—

The candlelight flickered gently.

Tsunade stood frozen in the entryway.

She looked at the candlelight on the cake, at the expectant smile on Jingyin's face, and at Qingyu's eyes reflecting the flames, and for a moment she forgot to change her shoes.

"—My birthday?"

Tsunade blinked, a hint of disorientation flashing in her brown-gold pupils.

Since the passing of Nawaki and Dan, she has never properly celebrated her birthday again.

As the years go by, a birthday is just another ordinary day on the calendar.

Sometimes she can't even remember it herself, and no one will specifically remind her.

In previous years, Qingyu and Jingyin would remind her before she would remember.

"Lady Tsunade, come in and blow out the candles!"

Shizune smiled and urged.

Tsunade snapped out of her daze, bent down, took off her shoes, and walked into the living room.

She sat down on the sofa, looked at the small cake with candles in front of her, and her Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Shizune stepped forward and handed the medicine packet in her hand to Tsunade.

"Lady Tsunade, this is a hangover remedy I made. You can make a cup of it with hot water before drinking alcohol. It can protect your liver and help you sober up. You won't have a headache the day after drinking alcohol anymore."

Tsunade took the medicine packet, held it to her nose, and inhaled the unique aroma of the herbs.

"—You're so thoughtful, mute me."

Tsunade's voice was a little softer than usual.

She reached out and ruffled Jingyin's hair, and Jingyin blushed slightly and lowered her head.

"And mine too."

Qingyu took out a long, thin box from his pocket and handed it to Tsunade.

Tsunade took the box and gently unfastened the clasp with her fingers.

A necklace lay quietly on a black velvet background.

The chain is made of thin white gold, and the pendant is an emerald, like a forest frozen in amber.

"This gemstone is of very high quality—"

Tsunade picked up the necklace and examined it against the candlelight.

The green light refracted through the gemstone into her palm, casting a faint green shadow on her fair skin.

She looked up at Qingyu, a slight smile playing on her lips, carrying a hint of teasing.

"Kid, this necklace isn't cheap, is it? Aren't you afraid I'll sell it?"

Qingyu looked at her without changing her expression, her tone indifferent.

"If we sell them, we'll just give them away as gifts. As long as Tsunade is happy."

Upon hearing this, Tsunade looked down at the necklace in her hand, then reached out and flicked Qingyu's forehead.

"Idiot, it was just a joke."

Tsunade smiled, but the hand holding the necklace unconsciously tightened a little.

"Alright, alright, let's eat the cake first. Mute the phone and go to the kitchen to get a plate and a knife."

"it is good."

Shizune turned and went to the kitchen.

"I'll go get it for Tsunade."

Qingyu said.

Tsunade nodded and handed the necklace to Kiyoyu.

She sat down.

Qingyu came up behind Tsunade and put the necklace on her.

At this moment, Shizune brought over a plate and a knife, and Tsunade got up and invited Kiyoyu to come and eat cake.

The three of them sat around the coffee table and shared the cake.

Tsunade blew out the candle in one breath, then cut it into three pieces, one for each person.

"Hmm, this cake looks good. Where did you buy it?"

Tsunade asked, biting her fork, a little cream on her lips.

"Qingyu specially ordered it from the Western-style pastry shop in the east of the village. I heard that the cake chef there came from the City of Fire."

"Silently replied."

Tsunade glanced at Kiyoyu, said nothing, but her eyes grew even gentler.

Halfway through the cake, Tsunade suddenly stood up and went to get a bottle of wine.

"How can you eat cake without drinking alcohol?"

Tsunade said this as if it were the most natural thing in the world, took out a cup, filled it up, and then downed it in one gulp.

Then, while eating cake and drinking sake, the sweetness of the cake and the spiciness of the sake mingled in her mouth, and Tsunade narrowed her eyes.

"tasty."

Two patches of red gradually appeared on her cheeks.

Qingyu and Jingyin exchanged a glance, then each picked up their teacups and took a sip, using tea instead of wine.

The birthday party lasted from evening until late at night.

Since Tsunade doesn't like to hold big parties in previous years, she doesn't invite other people, but instead has a small gathering with Kiyoyu and Shizune.

Sometimes, I'll invite other people to my birthday party on a whim.

Gradually, Tsunade drank several bottles of alcohol, and her voice became increasingly slurred.

Shizune got up to clear the dishes and glasses from the coffee table, while Kiyoyu helped Tsunade up from the sofa by supporting her arm.

"Tsunade, it's time to sleep."

"Ugh————"

Tsunade responded groggily, leaning her entire weight on Kiyoyu.

Qingyu put one arm around her shoulder and the other on her waist, half-carrying and half-dragging her upstairs.

Tsunade's body is heavy, not because she is fat, but because of the plump and firm figure that is characteristic of a healthy woman, with plenty of flesh in all the right places.

She leaned against him limply, her long golden hair brushing against his neck, tickling him.

Pushing open the door, Qingyu helped Tsunade sit down on the edge of the bed.

Tsunade's head was nodding off, clearly she was extremely sleepy.

Qingyu knelt down and helped her take off her slippers, revealing her fair toes painted with bright red nail polish.

"Don't drink so much next time."

Qingyu spoke softly, lifted her legs onto the bed, and pulled the blanket over her.

Tsunade lay in bed, her long golden hair scattered messily on the pillow, the emerald on her necklace askew.

Qingyu looked at her sleeping face, stood for a moment, then turned to leave.

Happy birthday, Tsunade.

He said it softly, his hand already on the doorknob.

"Wait a minute."

Tsunade's groggy voice came from behind.

Qingyu turned around and saw Tsunade with her eyes half open, one hand reaching out from under the covers and grabbing at him.

"come over."

Tsunade's tone was firm and unyielding, yet tinged with a hint of drunkenness.

Qingyu stood there, somewhat helpless.

"Tsunade, you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk."

Tsunade insisted.

Her hand swayed in the air, finally grabbing Qingyu's sleeve, and then pulled hard.

Qingyu was pulled so hard that she swayed and fell onto the bed.

He instinctively reached out to brace himself against the mattress, preventing himself from pressing down on her.

"Tsunade?"

"Stop making noise—"

Tsunade wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into her embrace.

Qingyu's face was forced to be buried in her shoulder, the tip of his nose brushing against her delicate, smooth skin, his nostrils filled with her fragrance mixed with the scent of sake.

He tried to struggle, but Tsunade's strength was unexpectedly great; the Senju clan's monstrous strength didn't seem to be weakened much even in a drunken state.

"Lie still and don't move."

Tsunade mumbled something indistinctly, pressed his head against her shoulder, and casually placed her other hand on his back.

Qingyu froze for a few seconds.

He looked up and glanced at Tsunade's face.

She had closed her eyes, her breathing had become long and steady again, and a satisfied smile played on her lips, as if she were hugging a large pillow.

"----never mind."

Qingyu sighed and gave up struggling.

Since we can't fight against life, we might as well go along with it.

To this, Qingyu can only say one thing—it's really good.

Consider it a birthday companionship service.

As he thought this, his consciousness gradually sank into darkness.

The next morning.

Tsunade slowly awoke from her deep sleep.

The heavy feeling of a hangover pressed on her temples. She closed her eyes and reached out to rub her forehead, intending to use medical ninjutsu to sober up.

The next moment, however, I suddenly touched something warm.

wrong!

Tsunade's eyes widened suddenly.

She looked down and saw that there was someone else in her bed.

Qingyu lay on her side next to her, half of her body was held in her arms, her head was resting on her arm, and her black hair fell messily on her chest.

Tsunade's pupils contracted.

She quickly recalled what had happened last night in her mind.

They ate cake and drank wine. Qingyu helped her upstairs, but she clung to him, not wanting him to leave.

Thank goodness.

They just cuddled and slept together; nothing that shouldn't have happened occurred.

Tsunade breathed a long sigh of relief.

Although I had slept with Qingyu before, I was always awake then.

Who knows what might have happened given how drunk I was last night?

Tsunade looked down at Qingyu's sleeping face and found that the little brat was quite quiet when he was asleep, without the usual feeling that made people want to knock him on the head.

However, this posture is a bit too intimate.

Her arm was still under Qingyu's neck, and there was a faint tingling sensation at the cuff of her sleeve.

"Never mind, he's just a brat."

Tsunade gently twitched her arm, trying to pull her hand back without waking Kiyoyu.

As soon as she moved, Qingyu slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is Tsunade's fair neck.

I hope it's not just my imagination.

Qingyu thought to herself silently, but her face remained expressionless.

"Get up, kid, don't push your luck."

Tsunade's voice came from above, carrying a hint of annoyance beneath her feigned composure.

The next moment, Tsunade flicked her finger on his forehead.

Snapped.