Naruto: Starting with Tsunade

Chapter 8 Fishing -

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How did you know you were hiding it so well?

Seeing him speechless, Tsunade thought to herself that she had just expected it, and gritted her teeth fiercely: "How dare you insult me!"

Tsunade clenched her fists, wishing she could fight Aokiji again right away.

Aokiji was ashamed. What kind of outrageous words were these? "Let's talk this out. Don't do anything reckless."

Enraged, Tsunade ignored all advice and delivered a hard punch right away.

She wasn't acting out of irrationality as she appeared; rather, she was trying to force out Aokiji's true strength.

Aokiji had a premonition that if he deliberately let himself be hit by this punch like he did at school, he would probably be knocked out. Not daring to be careless, he crouched down, grabbed her arm with both hands, and threw her away with an over-the-shoulder throw.

With a lake on the other side, the outcome is obvious.

With a splash, Tsunade fell into the lake and got soaked.

Tsunade climbed out of the lake, soaking wet, with water droplets dripping from her hair. Her disheveled appearance resembled that of Sadako, the female ghost who had just crawled out of a well.

"Aokiji".

This time, Tsunade was truly enraged; her roar, like that of a lioness, nearly deafened Aokiji.

"Um, I completely understand how you feel right now, but please be mindful of your appearance..."

Aokiji pointed to Tsunade's damp clothes. Because of the hot weather, she was dressed quite lightly, so it looked like her underwear was see-through...

Tsunade lowered her head, her face instantly turning as red as a steamed crab.

"Aaaaah—!"

A sharp cry suddenly rang out, startling the birds in the treetops, which flew into the blue sky.

"Slap slap."

With two crisp sounds, two fiery red marks appeared on Aokiji's face.

Women are unreasonable when they get angry, and so is Tsunade: "What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and start a fire to dry my clothes."

As Aokiji started a fire by rubbing sticks together, he muttered and complained, "Women are such unreasonable creatures. You were the one who provoked me first."

"Where's your Fire Release technique?"

Tsunade grew impatient seeing Aokiji fiddling with something for a long time.

Aokiji replied irritably, "No."

"No? You're not from the Uchiha clan?"

Tsunade stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Wasn't the Uchiha a ninja clan famous for its Fire Release and Sharingan?

Aokiji looked bewildered: "Who told you that all Uchiha can use Fire Release techniques?"

However, it reminded her that she could take some time to learn some ninjutsu, as her grandmother's training notebook seemed to contain detailed records of several fire-style ninjutsu.

For example, Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique, etc.

Before Aokiji awakened Ice Release, he actually possessed Fire Release chakra. His grandmother used chakra paper to test it on him when she was alive.

Having fire-attribute chakra, learning Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique shouldn't be too difficult.

Uchiha Weasel learned it in just one glance, while Sasuke almost spent an entire afternoon learning it. So, he humbly said he would take a few days to learn it.

"You're so lame," Tsunade said disdainfully.

Aokiji took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to beat her up. Just then, he noticed that his fishing rod was moving slowly. Without thinking, he lunged forward and grabbed the rod.

Judging from the force transmitted through the fishing rod, Aokiji had a feeling that the fish that had taken the bait must be a big one, but the problem was that this fish was a little too strong.

The blue pheasant and fishing rod are being gradually pulled into the water. It's not like someone is fishing; it's clearly the fish fishing for the person.

"Tsunade, what are you standing there for? Come and help!"

"Aokiji roared."

He had no idea how long the Air Force had been around, and he absolutely couldn't let the Air Force be around today.

Tsunade was stunned for a moment before rushing forward. At that moment, half of Aokiji's head was already submerged in the water, with only his two nostrils and mouth showing. He was about to touch his entire head when, fortunately, Tsunade grabbed his legs in time and pulled him back.

"Push harder!"

"You don't need to tell me, I'm already doing it."

After a tug-of-war, the two men finally managed to pull a large fish of unknown species ashore.

The two men, panting heavily, glanced at each other. They were both disheveled and filthy from fishing.

"Look at you, you're as dirty as a kitten."

"You're no different, what right do you have to say that to me?"

After teasing each other, Aokiji said solemnly, "Thank you for earlier."

Tsunade waved her hand: "You're welcome."

Tsunade and Aokiji didn't have any deep-seated hatred for each other, and their cooperation just now had unknowingly eased their relationship considerably.

"Let's go back and take a shower first, otherwise we're too dirty."

"it is good."

The two of them are covered in mud, and it's really uncomfortable not to take a shower.

Aokiji carried the spoils on his back and walked alongside Tsunade.

On the way back, Tsunade brought up the old matter again: "Why did you go easy on me during the practical lesson?"

"I'm afraid of trouble."

"trouble?"

Aokiji, with great foresight, said, "Let me make this clear beforehand: you are not allowed to hit me."

Tsunade frowned and agreed, "Okay, you tell me, and I won't hit you."

"It's simple. With your personality, if I beat you, I'll definitely try to win back."

"Stop being so conceited. You talk as if you have no chance of beating me. Let's have another match."

Tsunade scoffed. It was undeniable that what the other person said was very accurate. For example, when her shuriken test score wasn't as good as Aokiji's, all she could think about was how to beat him.

"Look, here we go again," Aokiji said helplessly.

The two walked along the road, chatting as they went, and before they knew it, they had reached a fork in the road.

The Senju and Uchiha lived in completely opposite directions.

"That's settled then, I'm going home now."

After a brief farewell, the two parted ways. Aokiji entered the Uchiha clan's territory, and a passing vendor smiled at him, saying, "Hey, Aokiji, you didn't go home empty-handed fishing today!"

"Haha, I've hit rock bottom and bounced back, haven't I?"

"This fish is so big, can you finish it all by yourself? Why don't you sell it to me?"

"No, I want to use this fish to entertain my guests."

"guest?"

"Um, I'm not going to talk about it anymore. I'm covered in mud and it's so uncomfortable. I need to take a shower first."

Not far away, through the curtains, two men could see Aokiji talking to the vendor.

"Elder Itachi, is it really okay to continue letting Aokiji continue like this?"

The middle-aged man who spoke had a solemn expression and two deep nasolabial folds on his face.

This middle-aged man is named Uchiha Raika, an elite Jonin of the Uchiha clan.

Across from him at the table was an elderly man with a white beard and eyebrows, his face full of wrinkles, very old, but his eyes always shone with a sharp light.

Uchiha Itachi.

He is a ninja who has lived since the Warring States period, the most respected elder of the Uchiha clan, and loves his clan more than anyone else. Even though he has retired early, he still cares about the upbringing of the clan's younger generation.

When Aokiji first met this elder, he really wanted to complain about his name, but then he remembered that Fugaku had named his youngest son after someone else's father, and then he understood.

It's somewhat similar to a custom of naming someone from across the ocean in a past life; choosing this person's name implies emulating that person.

Elder Itachi calmly said, "Let's observe him for a few more years. If he still hasn't awakened the Sharingan, then we should prepare to give up. Didn't this kid express that he didn't want to be a ninja? Well then, we'll grant his wish and let him live out his life peacefully. When I get to the underworld, I'll have something to say to Bluebird."

"Elder Itachi, what are you saying? You're not that good yet."

"Even though my body hasn't perished, my soul is completely out of touch with this era. Back then, Madara teamed up with Hashirama Senju to create Konoha and end the Warring States period."

Elder Itachi shook his head, sighing with regret, "Back then, I thought the world was about to usher in true peace, but I never imagined it would end up like this..."

Uchiha Raika said in a deep voice, "I really didn't expect that Lord Madara would end up like that."

Elder Itachi narrowed his eyes slightly: "You think Madara is really dead?"

Uchiha Raika exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be that Lord Madara isn't dead? How is that possible? Tobirama and Hashirama personally confirmed Lord Madara's body, and weren't you present at the time?"

"Indeed, I thought Madara was dead at that time, but something very strange happened shortly afterward that made me change my mind. You probably know that Madara's body disappeared into thin air and turned into shadow clones, right?"

"Wasn't that because the body was stolen?"

Madara's body is an unparalleled treasure to anyone, especially his pair of unparalleled eyes, which are the envy of many. If it weren't for Hashirama's restraint in not wanting his best friend to be disturbed even after death, the Uchiha clan would have already taken the body back.

"You actually believe something like that? I reckon Madara might have used Izanagi."

"That forbidden technique? Impossible. If it were that technique, Hashirama's abilities would have prevented him from discovering it."

"The Mangekyou Sharingan can be placed in the eye with a time difference. Madara may have calculated that his corpse would not be disposed of, and then activated Izanagi, which hides his eyes, to change the fact that he was dead, thus deceiving everyone."

"This is truly remarkable..."

Uchiha Raika gasped, "Then what exactly is Lord Ban's purpose? Now that Hashirama is dead, there shouldn't be anyone in this world who can stop him, right?"

"I don't know. Madara left Konoha and then suddenly attacked it again. Given his personality, he must have some ulterior motive. After all, he has eye power that surpasses all the clansmen, allowing him to see things that we can't. But precisely because of this, he is sometimes too autocratic and tyrannical. Having experienced the beauty of peace, how could the clansmen easily leave with him and return to the uneasy days of the past?"

Elder Itachi shook his head and continued, "That guy Setsuna probably realized this, so he wanted to incite the Uchiha clan to rebel and cause trouble, hoping to cooperate with Madara from the inside to seize power in Konoha. But he didn't expect that brat Tobirama would react so quickly, and Madara never showed up."

Hearing this, Uchiha Raika sighed deeply: "This world is really not peaceful. I have a feeling that I have a long way to go as the clan leader."

"Of course, the above is just my personal speculation. It's also possible that Madara's body was indeed stolen." Itachi glanced at him: "I heard you recently became a grandfather, right?"

Uchiha Raika said with shame, "Yes, I'm 36 years old and only have one grandson. I'm really holding everyone back."

Ninjas were in a profession where they lived on the edge of a knife all day. During the Warring States period, children had to go to the battlefield at the age of four or five, resulting in an extremely high mortality rate. In order to maintain the population, clans adopted a strategy of having children early and many. Every year, the clan would arrange matchmaking, and a couple could be matched in as little as a day. Then, they would actively give birth to offspring day and night.

So it's a bit disappointing that someone of Uchiha Raika's age only has one grandson. However, times have changed, and wars are not as frequent as they used to be. People have more free time to date and have children, so the birth of offspring has naturally been delayed.

"What's his name?" Elder Itachi asked.

"Fugaku," Uchiha Raika replied.

"That's a really nice name. When he's a little older, I'll teach him. Let's do one last dance while I can still dance. Although I don't usually like Hashirama, he did say one thing that's quite true: Where leaves dance, fire burns eternally."

(End of this chapter)