Chapter 252: A soup pool with a bamboo plank, Tsunade by the fire

Tsunade pulled back a loose blonde hair, frowned and pursed his lips. It is a little hot when it enters the water with a bang, but it can bear it.

But when I thought about Naruto's theory a few days ago, I suddenly felt that there was some truth, ninjas don't need to be endured in everything to show the difference from ordinary people.

So she simply let her body fall into the pool, whispered, and jumped out of her throat with a low breath, and her snow-white skin rippled in a circle.

In the same bath, the men's and women's baths are separated by a thin bamboo baffle.

With a bang, Naruto was so frightened by the movement on Tsunade's side that he stood up and stiffened. Damn, what is that woman doing?

After taking a few deep breaths to calm down, he sat down again, leaning against the edge of the hot soup and watching the mist curl.

The inn was shabby, there were no guests at this time, and there were only two guests in the entire inn, him and Tsunade. The boss was a middle-aged man, lame and didn't talk much.

The wind and snow outside the inn are angry, and the climate of Konoha is completely two extremes. It is said to open two rooms, but in fact, it is two super large mixed rooms.

Naruto lay in the bath, reminiscing about the scene when he stayed at the hotel.

The boss's voice was low, as if he was dying of illness at any time, "They are all mixed, there are four large rooms upstairs, each can accommodate eight, and you have to pay the price of four people for two rooms." ”

The place is very simple, but the requirements are quite high. But fortunately, this is also clean, and Naruto didn't talk nonsense, and without hesitation, he directly paid for two rooms.

Usually no one comes, a soup pool took a bamboo board and simply divided it into two parts, and hastily pasted a man on the door and a woman on the right. The water in the bath is clear, and it is estimated that there are not many people who usually come.

To put it bluntly, it is to take a bath in a soup pool, the bamboo board is old, and you can vaguely peek through the gap of the mist steaming on the opposite side. If you want to see something specifically, he doesn't have the guts.

There was no movement after Tsunade, and the soup pool suddenly fell silent.

Naruto also began to soak in the bath without distractions, but before his mind could calm down, a voice slowly came through the bamboo board, it was Tsunade's voice.

"What do you think about the matter of Tuanzang?" She asked faintly, vaguely hearing the sound of drinking.

"Ban the roots, preferably uprooted." Naruto said, "Danzo is only harmful to the village, and it is completely hindering Konoha from advancing. ”

"It's not the time yet, it's time to wait." Tsunade's voice came through a little bit, there were no mood swings, but a little tired.

"I know, you don't have to tell me. I'm not in such a hurry, these things can't be rushed. Naruto smiled, knowing that Tsunade was explaining him.

It's just that Tsunade doesn't know that the biggest threat, Izanagi, already has a way to crack it. With forbidden techniques, the effect is directly erased.

Now Tuanzo sits there, no matter when he falls. For Naruto, it didn't matter at all. Just like meat on a cutting board, it's the same when it's cut.

"Well, it's good that you understand." She raised her neck and took a sip of wine, leaning against the bamboo board, her figure was majestic and white in the mist, "I thought you would be angry, and you would feel unfair." ”

"I didn't think about it so much, if I really calculated it carefully, I wouldn't be able to figure it out." Naruto sighed, a rare serious sigh, "Some people are radiant, and some people are covered in rust. ”

"In the end, you still have to fight for yourself, and fairness is a punch at a time. Tsunade-sama is good enough for me, and I have a guilty conscience, so how can I be angry? ”

"You don't owe me anything, you don't need to feel guilty, and I won't be polite when I need you."

"You said a bunch of things, and there was nothing I wanted to hear." Tsunade rubbed his temples, "You're good, don't say that kind of fake guilt next time." ”

After saying that, there was the sound of drinking on the other end. Tsunade is good wine, this bit of alcohol is not harmful to her body, but can nourish her qi and calm her nerves.

But she never smokes, she smokes and gets old fast, and once her organs are damaged, it is difficult to reverse, even if Tsunade is proficient in medical ninjutsu, it is impossible to purify herself.

Naruto had seen Jiraiya smoke, and he rarely smoked in front of people, and that was by chance. He saw Jiraiya crouching on the stone steps of the commissary, and the light of the fire was flickering in the darkness.

Jiraiya was very silent when he smoked, and the whole person was a round old. It seems to be burdened with the heavy fatalism of the ninja world.,I've been practicing the old toad's prophecy all my life.,I've never lived for myself.。

When he was young, he accepted a disciple, but the disciple died, and his companion Orochimaru also defected. After running away for half his life, the teacher also died, and died at the hands of Orochimaru, the most proud disciple of the three generations.

In the future, he will continue to live according to the toad's prophecy. According to the prophecy, Jiraiya's future has changed, and in the future he will continue to travel and settle down in one place.

It was lively and bustling.

His thoughts drifted away little by little, and Naruto felt that this ending was good for Jiraiya. For Jiraiya, his mission is to find a way to make peace in the ninja world and find the child of prophecy.

His love is great love, from the peace of the ninja world to Konoha, and finally to himself.

After a moment of silence, there was a sudden sound of rushing water from the other end.

"The necklace I gave you, are you still wearing it?" She asked lightly.

"Well, it's still on you." He touched the Hokage necklace he was wearing on his chest, and said in his heart that the curse that had changed hands three times didn't seem to have worked on him, could it be that he really had no taboos?

"Wear it well, don't lose it."

"Okay, I remember."

After soaking for half an hour, Naruto left the bath and sat neatly dressed at the door of the curtain, silently waiting for Tsunade to come out.

After about ten minutes, Tsunade also changed his clothes and walked out, slightly surprised to see Naruto waiting for her. The wet blonde hair hung down to one side, wetting the collar in front of the chest.

She asked him as she reached into her arms and adjusted her underwear.

"Wait for me?"

"Yes, you can have a fire downstairs." He skillfully handed over a towel to wipe his hair, which the humble inn naturally did not provide, and he prepared it himself.

The benefits of having a seal space were immediately apparent, and there was no need to carry even a seal scroll.

Tsunade didn't say anything, took the towel and wrapped his hair, and walked down the stairs with crisp steps. The boss downstairs is gone, and there is a kettle boiling in the middle, and broken wood is prepared on the side.

There is no charge for wood, and the fire is sandwiched into it by itself. The fire was no longer visible, so Naruto sat down first, and took the firewood to build a prototype.

She couldn't help but be a little speechless as she watched Naruto lying there snorting and blowing the fire, letting the fire burn little by little. After a while, I couldn't help but speak.

"Can't you use ninjutsu?"

"It's almost there." He said without looking up, and continued to snort there.

Hearing this, Tsunade gave him a blank look, and sat there with wet hair hanging from his chest and waiting. Sure enough, the fire immediately ignited and burned slowly.

With the heat of the fire, Tsunade sat there and roasted the fire, letting his hair dry little by little. The snow ravine was plump, and the firelight shone obliquely, as white as a pearl.

Every move beside the fire made white ripples.

Naruto glanced at it and looked away consciously, while you were looking at the abyss, the abyss was watching you.

He set up a barbecue grill and began to prepare dinner silently through the corner of the fire. Dinner is also served here, thirty taels of chopsticks, and you can eat them together if you don't dislike them, and you won't wait for them to go out.

It was already late when the two of them moved in, and there was nothing to say, so let's do it ourselves. The lame boss in the middle came out and told the two not to run around when it was dark.

"Recently, the village has not been very peaceful, I don't know who a group of people have come, and it is not safe to go out at night." After he finished speaking, he left without a pause.

Naruto looked at Tsunade and blinked. The latter calmly took out the unfinished wine, and slowly heated it against the fire, not at all curious.

"Tsunade-sama is so determined." He complimented.

"You're curious?" Tsunade glanced at him, and the unconsciously revealed anger was all kinds of amorous.

"No, no, I'm not curious at all, I'll leave tomorrow anyway." He sneered, "Even if there are oddities, you will only know that the towns within the Iron Country know that this place is desolate on all sides, and it is not interesting. ”

"It's good to know." She comfortably put the wine back, frowned and took a sip to test the temperature, "When you go out, don't be so curious." ”

"Got it." He replied, and folded the meat slices very doggedly and pushed them over.

Tsunade asked, squinting at the fire and taking Naruto's service.

"Do you want to know about the necklace?"

"I" he wanted to refuse, but looking at Tsunade, he should have wanted to say it, so he simply nodded directly, "I think." ”

Tsunade paused, took another sip of wine before slowly explaining the origin of the necklace. From Hatsudaime to the story of Sannin's childhood, and then to her younger brother Rope Tree.

Naruto had a good match, and he was indeed a good listener, neither perfunctory nor attentive to Tsunade, as if he were playing a stranger.

The feeling that strangers can tell the past is a bit addictive and even addictive, and the story has reached the part where Kato breaks it.

(End of chapter)