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310. With Tsunade in the Kitchen
🕑 Added 2025-04-11 04:07:57 +0000 UTC
Hanekawa and Ōtsutsuki Kaguya returned home.
Tsukihime wasn't there.
She was now the captain of the ANBU and had many responsibilities, so she would only return after work.
Although she was appointed as the captain directly, she smoothly took over the ANBU after demonstrating her strength.
The ANBU, theoretically, was the place where strength mattered the most.
All members wore masks, and their true identities were unknown to each other. Only strength was visible.
"Kaguya, tomorrow we'll go to Takigakure to retrieve the Seven-Tails."
Hanekawa paused and said, "I'll make lunch for you, but I won't be eating at home."
"Where are you going? I'll go with you."
Ōtsutsuki Kaguya tilted her head and said.
"Just wait for me at home."
Hanekawa reached out and touched her fair, tender cheek.
"Okay."
Ōtsutsuki Kaguya nodded, then emphasized, "You must come back at night, or else I'll go find you."
She didn't care who Hanekawa was going to see, but their daily routine was non-negotiable.
"Got it, you little glutton."
Hanekawa couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm not a little glutton."
Ōtsutsuki Kaguya said seriously.
In her opinion, she didn't need to eat.
"Not a little glutton, but a big white rabbit."
Hanekawa glanced at her hair and corrected himself.
It was common knowledge that a person's body hair was all the same color.
However, Ōtsutsuki Kaguya wasn't human, so aside from her hair, she had no other body hair.
"…?"
Ōtsutsuki Kaguya was even more confused.
"I'll go cook."
Hanekawa stepped forward, kissed her, and then turned to enter the kitchen.
After finishing the meal, he used the Flying Thunder God Technique to leave.
As soon as Hanekawa steadied himself, he saw Tsunade sitting sulkily on the sofa.
It was obvious why—she must have lost badly at the gambling house again.
"Sensei."
Hanekawa walked up to her, sat on the sofa, and buried himself in her embrace.
Her fair skin and rich fragrance immediately stirred his desires.
"You're taking advantage of me as soon as you come back."
Tsunade unhappily knocked on his head.
"I'll cover your losses today."
Hanekawa said, then licked her skin.
"That's more like it."
Tsunade's body trembled slightly but soon relaxed.
She reached out and gently stroked Hanekawa's hair, her face showing rare tenderness.
"Jiraiya came to see me today."
Tsunade suddenly remembered something and said, "He said you're the Child of the Prophecy and that Mount Myōboku would fully support Konoha."
"Sensei, do you think I'm the Child of the Prophecy?"
Hanekawa blew a breath and asked.
The warm breath brushed over Tsunade's skin and disappeared into the abyss.
"If you're not the Child of the Prophecy, I can't imagine what the real one would be like."
Tsunade suppressed the itch in her chest and said.
According to Jiraiya, the Child of the Prophecy would bring change to the shinobi world.
To achieve that, one needed invincible power and terrifying intelligence.
In other words, the Child of the Prophecy had to be even more exceptional than Hanekawa.
Tsunade felt that was simply impossible.
"Sensei, are you praising me?"
Hanekawa's right hand slid down her back and rested on her round buttocks.
Tsunade's figure perfectly matched the description of "curvy in all the right places."
Especially since he was experiencing it firsthand.
"I'm not praising you."
Tsunade snorted lightly.
"Stubborn."
Hanekawa looked up at her glossy lips.
Tsunade noticed his gaze.
She curled her lips and licked them seductively.
Such an alluring and sexy gesture was impossible for Hanekawa to resist.
He leaned in and sealed her lips.
Tsunade had anticipated this outcome, so she actively engaged.
A few minutes later, the two separated.
"Go cook."
Tsunade panted, her face flushed.
If she didn't stop him, there would be no lunch, and dinner might even turn into a midnight snack.
"Let's cook together."
Hanekawa felt the softness in his palm and saw the moisture in her eyes, unwilling to stop now.
"Cook together?"
Tsunade was slightly stunned. "My cooking isn't good."
"It's fine."
Hanekawa smiled. "I'll cook, and you can help."
"Alright."
Tsunade didn't suspect anything, thinking he genuinely wanted her help, so she agreed.
But the next second, she let out a surprised cry.
Hanekawa stood up and carried her in his arms.
Caught off guard, Tsunade's eyes rolled back.
Instinctively, she wrapped her limbs around him like an octopus.
Her sleeveless top and pants quietly fell to the floor.
"Bastard!"
After a few seconds, Tsunade realized she'd been tricked and angrily said, "How is this helping?!"
Because it was so sudden, her voice trembled slightly.
"Haven't you heard the saying?"
Hanekawa grinned through clenched teeth. "The happier the chef, the tastier the food."
"What kind of nonsense is that?"
Tsunade was so angry she laughed.
But things had already gone this far, and she couldn't refuse.
After all, they were already in this state.
"Hurry to the kitchen!"
Tsunade said fiercely.
As she spoke, she exerted all her strength.
"R-right away!"
Hanekawa was tormented by her strength, his words slightly slurred.
But fortunately, his physique was extraordinary, and he wasn't afraid of Tsunade.
Besides, it was unclear who would win in the end.
Hanekawa chuckled and walked to the kitchen.
Tsunade subconsciously bit her lip.
The less-than-thirty-second journey felt as long as half an hour.
"Stop dawdling!"
Tsunade couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, "I'm hungry!"
"You're the one dawdling."
Hanekawa shook his head. "I'm not wasting time."
"Shut up!"
Tsunade said angrily, her face flushed.
But her red face and coquettish tone only had the opposite effect.
"I'm your teacher!"
Tsunade felt Hanekawa pushing his luck and, after a pause, brought up her status.
"Yes, Sensei."
Hanekawa smiled. "What would you like to eat?"
"I... anything is fine."
Tsunade tightly pressed against his back.
"Then let's have tempura."
Hanekawa thought for a moment. "Today isn't the day for complicated dishes."
"You brought this on yourself!"
Tsunade reacted and angrily bit him.
Hanekawa's meaning was simple.
With her as a burden, he couldn't do anything complicated.
"Are you a dog?"
Hanekawa sucked in a breath and asked.
"You rebellious brat, hurry up and cook!"
Tsunade didn't let go, looking smug.
"I'll deal with you later!"
Hanekawa entered the kitchen.
He activated his dual processors, thinking about how to proceed.
Finally, he came up with a solution.
Chakra was omnipotent.
Hanekawa waved his hand, using chakra to open the fridge and take out fish and shrimp.
"How is your chakra control better than mine?"
Tsunade asked in surprise.
Using chakra to cook seemed simple, but it was actually extremely difficult.
"Isn't it normal for a student to surpass their teacher?"
Hanekawa smiled. "Sensei, your skills aren't up to par."
"Oh really?"
Tsunade's expression darkened, and she tightened her waist. "Looks like I need to teach you a lesson, brat!"
Hanekawa's expression changed slightly.
He focused on controlling his chakra.
The faucet turned on, and water poured out, washing the fish and shrimp.
"..."
Tsunade, giving it her all, turned her head and fell silent.
Her interference had no effect, leaving her panting instead.
This brat's strength had indeed far surpassed hers.
"Well?"
Hanekawa patted her smooth back. "Giving up?"
"Damn brat!"
Tsunade's lips twitched. "It's not that easy!"
But as time passed, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
She tilted her head back, her face flushed with charm, her plump, fair body leaning against Hanekawa.
Hanekawa glanced at her and couldn't help but smile.
But he didn't say anything, just enjoyed her beautiful skin and continued cooking.
Though "cooking" was a stretch—he was some distance from the stove.
He was using chakra to cook remotely.
This was his first time trying it.
Especially while carrying extra weight.
But with great power came great recklessness.
Hanekawa's strength allowed him to multitask perfectly.
"How did you get so strong so quickly?"
Tsunade pressed her soft cheek against his chest and asked.
Her understanding of Hanekawa's strength was still based on the Third Shinobi World War.
Back then, he was roughly on par with Hashirama Senju.
But these past two times, she'd noticed something was off.
A shinobi's strength was roughly equivalent to their stamina.
Hanekawa's stamina far exceeded hers.
This puzzled her.
Could someone's strength improve so much in just a year or two?
"I'm just naturally talented."
Hanekawa coughed lightly.
He couldn't explain—how could he say he had cheats?
"..."
Tsunade wanted to say something but stopped.
She wanted to call him out for boasting, but the facts spoke for themselves.
"Don't get too cocky, brat!"
Tsunade twisted her body unhappily.
"I'm not."
Hanekawa patted her head. "Later, I'll help you get stronger."
He wasn't lying.
Once he ate the Divine Tree's fruit and became the so-called Ōtsutsuki God, he could do it.
He could easily elevate Tsunade and the others' strength beyond the Sage of the Six Paths.
Then they could retain their youth and live forever.
"That's not necessary."
Tsunade was slightly stunned. "I'm strong enough as it is."
In her view, helping someone else get stronger couldn't be simple.
She didn't want Hanekawa to pay too high a price.
Her movements became gentler, her eyes filled with tenderness and affection.
"There's no rush."
Hanekawa didn't explain—it wasn't easy to explain. "Let's eat first."
"Okay."
Tsunade nodded.
But her calm expression soon changed.
From the kitchen to the living room, it was another long journey.
Hanekawa walked steadily.
He held the tempura in one hand and the bowl and chopsticks in the other, step by step, without the slightest wobble.
Tsunade, lacking his strength, felt nothing but soreness all over.
"I'll feed you."
Hanekawa looked at her dazed face and spoke.
Tsunade didn’t want to talk, simply opening her mouth and waiting for him to feed her.
"First, a piece of fried shrimp."
Hanekawa picked up a piece with his chopsticks.
Tsunade bit into the shrimp, chewed a few times, then narrowed her eyes in enjoyment of the flavor.
She let out a breath, looked at Hanekawa, and felt this was the peak moment of her life.
Because both her body and mind were utterly content.
"Is it that good?"
Seeing her like this, Hanekawa smiled and asked.
"Very good."
Tsunade swallowed the shrimp and answered seriously.
"Then eat more."
Hanekawa was slightly taken aback.
He hadn’t expected such a response from her.
"Aren’t you eating?"
Tsunade shifted her plump legs and asked.
"You first."
Hanekawa picked up another piece of shrimp.
Tsunade took a bite, then suddenly kissed him.
Hanekawa blinked in surprise and swallowed the shrimp.
The fragrant taste spread in his mouth.
"Thanks."
He licked his lips. "Even better than I imagined."
"You really are a pervert."
Tsunade snorted lightly.
"Why the sudden insult?"
Hanekawa patted her thigh. "Didn’t I feed you?"
He’d gone out of his way to ensure she didn’t go hungry.
"Nothing."
Tsunade adjusted her position. "More."
"Yes, teacher."
Hanekawa picked up a piece of fried fish.
Time passed slowly.
A meal that started at noon lasted until evening.
"No more… I’m stuffed. You can go."
Tsunade spoke weakly.
Her stomach had noticeably rounded.
"Go?"
Hanekawa leaned close to her ear. "Isn’t this my home?"
"Go find your little girlfriend."
Tsunade closed her eyes.
She was too exhausted to deal with him.
Without using her Yin Seal, an afternoon was already her limit.
Now, her whole body felt feverish, her mind blank, wanting nothing but rest.
Hanekawa raised an eyebrow at her words.
She sounded like the rightful wife dismissing him.
His plan seemed to be working.
"Rest well."
He kissed her flushed cheek, dressed, and left the room.
Standing outside, he stretched.
Night had fallen.
The sky was completely dark, the bright moon visible.
Hanekawa pondered.
Somewhere on that moon was his wayward descendant, Ōtsutsuki Toneri.
How to deal with him?
Hanekawa couldn’t just kill him outright.
But he already had an idea for the Tenseigan on the moon.
Move it down—not to Konoha, but to the capital of the Land of Fire.
Konoha had him and the S-rank trait "Konoha’s Shadow Ruler," so it was safe.
The capital, however, needed the Tenseigan’s surveillance.
With enough chakra, it could monitor the entire shinobi world.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Hanekawa hesitated.
Should he return to Yuuhi Kurenai or Ōtsutsuki Kaguya?
After a moment, he chose the latter.
He’d promised Kaguya, after all.
As for Kurenai, a little teasing tomorrow would smooth things over.
She was shy and likely thought he was still on a mission.
Then he remembered her birthday—June 11th, next month.
Perhaps he should make it unforgettable.
Using the Flying Thunder God Technique, he vanished.
When he reappeared, he was in Ōtsutsuki Kaguya’s room.
His eyes widened.
Bathed in moonlight, a flawless, snow-white figure lay before him.
Kaguya rested quietly on the bed, completely bare.
Her skin seemed to glow, radiating an irresistible allure.
Her slender legs were slightly pressed together, her ample curves rising and falling with each breath, her pale eyes fixed on him.
Hanekawa had no choice but to engage in battle.
Another sleepless night.
A new day.
After breakfast, Hanekawa and Kaguya headed to the Hokage Building.
"Someone’s in your office."
Kaguya warned before disappearing.
"Jiraiya, when did you get here?"
Hanekawa, no less perceptive than Kaguya, had already sensed him.
"Just arrived."
Jiraiya stood. "I need to talk."
"Go ahead."
Hanekawa nodded slightly.
As expected, it was about the Child of the Prophecy and Mount Myōboku’s support.
"I don’t believe in prophecies, but if Mount Myōboku wants to help, I welcome it."
Hanekawa smiled. "You handle the contracts."
"Gladly."
Jiraiya had wanted this, so it suited him perfectly.
"Anything else?"
Hanekawa asked casually.
"Since you’re the Child of the Prophecy, I’ll stay in Konoha from now on."
Jiraiya declared. "Just tell me what you need!"
His implication was clear—assign him a position.
Though a Konoha elder, he held no real authority.
What he wanted was to be a Hokage Advisor.
With his strength and status, he was more than qualified.
"Nara Shikaku is overloaded."
Hanekawa considered.
"No problem!"
Jiraiya assured him.
Only when he reached Shikaku’s office did he realize the issue—Hanekawa hadn’t actually promised him any position.
After some thought, Jiraiya decided not to press further.
Konoha had changed too much, and Shikaku could help him understand.
The position could wait.
"Come out."
Hanekawa sat at the Hokage’s desk and raised a hand.
Chakra surged.
Space twisted, and a dark blue snake dropped to the floor.
"Divine Envoy, spare me! I mean no harm."
The snake spoke in a human voice.
"A snake from Ryūchi Cave."
Hanekawa released it. "What do you want?"
Since it called him "Divine Envoy," it must have met the Great Toad Sage.
Smoke erupted.
The snake transformed into a white-robed loli.
"Ichikishima Hime greets the Divine Envoy."
She bowed. "The White Snake Sage sent me to aid Konoha."
Unlike Mount Myōboku’s two elders, Ryūchi Cave had three—Ishidate no Hime, Takami no Hime, and Tagorihime.
"How will you help?"
Hanekawa arched a brow.
"Like Mount Myōboku—more contracts with Konoha shinobi."
"Any conditions?"
Hanekawa smirked. "I recall your snakes demand sacrifices."
Even Orochimaru had to prepare offerings.
"None at all!"
Ichikishima Hime panicked. "We offer unconditional support!"
After visiting Mount Myōboku with the White Snake Sage and seeing the Divine Tree, they’d realized the terrifying power behind Hanekawa and Kaguya.
Thus, they’d followed Mount Myōboku’s lead.
Even without a Divine Tree in Ryūchi Cave.
"Good."
Hanekawa didn’t refuse.
Ryūchi Cave’s snakes, like Mount Myōboku’s toads, were powerful.
Useless to him, but excellent summons for others.
Their Sage Mode could elevate a shinobi to elite status—just look at Jiraiya.
Though mastering it was hard, even one or two successes would be a boon.
"Thank you, Divine Envoy."
Ichikishima Hime exhaled in relief.
"Haru."
Hanekawa called.
"Lord Hokage."
Haru entered.
"Form a Summoning Corps. Jiraiya will lead it."
Hanekawa decided.
Jiraiya wanted to advise him, but Hanekawa preferred to keep him busy elsewhere.
The Summoning Corps was respectable, and later, he could send Jiraiya traveling.
Guidance? Unnecessary.
"Ichikishima Hime, go with Haru. She’ll arrange everything."
"Yes."
Both replied in unison.
After they left, more smoke appeared.
A white slug emerged.
"Lady Katsuyu, long time no see."
Having met Ishidate no Hime, Hanekawa wasn’t surprised.
"Lord Hanekawa, just Katsuyu is fine. No need for honorifics."
Katsuyu shook her head.
"I know why you’re here."
Hanekawa smiled. "Unlike Mount Myōboku and Ryūchi Cave, you have no descendants. No need for more contracts."
"Thank you, Lord Hanekawa."
Katsuyu was taken aback but grateful.
"No trouble."
Hanekawa waved. "Stay in Shikkotsu Forest. When I find a suitable student, I’ll arrange a contract."
"Understood."
Katsuyu replied softly before vanishing in smoke.
With the three great power so compliant, Hanekawa saw no need to oppose them.
He picked up a document and began reading.
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