After drinking so much, I slept like a baby. I didn't use chakra to sober up—otherwise all that alcohol would've been wasted.
Chuanfeng slept soundly until dawn. With no worries on his mind, it was the best sleep he'd had in a while.
I felt as if I were holding something… and it felt quite comfortable.
Chuanfeng reached out and squeezed again. It was soft.
When I stood up and opened my eyes, I saw it clearly.Wasn't that the ghost mastiff? Why was it sleeping on my bed?
With a disgusted expression, he kicked the sleeping ghost mastiff off the bed. He vaguely remembered grabbing the dog last night and having it carry him back to his room.
But he had no memory of when exactly he collapsed onto the bed.
"Ow!"
The ghost mastiff hit the floor and woke up in pain, wondering who was scheming against it.
It looked up and met Chuanfeng's confused gaze. Then it turned around and realized—with horror—that it had spent the entire night in hell, and had even been held by this annoying creature.
"Owww…"
Its fur was filthy now. Hopefully this wouldn't affect its plans to pick up pretty female dogs later.
The ghost mastiff bolted from Chuanfeng's room, disappearing from sight in an instant—perfectly demonstrating its ninja-dog abilities.
Chuanfeng didn't bother thinking about it. What was there to think about after hugging a dog? It wasn't like he had spent the night with Tsunade.
He washed up, still reeking of alcohol. He wondered when the sacred scroll would arrive.
He needed to interpret this clue properly from his brother-in-law.
Shuomao already had a wife and spent all his time training in the dojo—so only the unmarried younger brother had the luxury of sleeping in.
Ever since the fall of the clan, the Hatake family's living standards had actually improved quite a bit. Perhaps that was why the ghost mastiff had gained over ten pounds in just a few years.
Chuanfeng ordered breakfast casually, and a feast was soon laid out before him. He happily enjoyed it alone.
Just as he was about to have another bowl of porridge, he heard his sister-in-law's voice.
"The head of the Senju family is here to see you, Chuanfeng."
She had placed him in the main hall.
As a member of one of Konoha's elite clans, she still held great respect for the Senju.
After speaking, she appeared in the dining room.
"Alright, I'll go right away."
He had just been thinking about it, and then it happened. Chuanfeng drank the last sip of porridge, wiped his mouth, and followed her.
He thought only Nawaki would be waiting, but upon arriving, he found his brother speaking with Tsunade. Nawaki and Kushina sat next to them.
He recognized this brother-in-law instantly—he truly supported him.
Tsunade wore her usual short top with a green jacket. Her pale yellow twin ponytails were lovely, and her cleavage was, as always, hard to ignore.
The atmosphere in the hall was strange. Tsunade and Shuomao had practically run out of things to say—it was awkward.
When Chuanfeng arrived, Shuomao quietly sighed in relief. Social interactions were better handled by his younger brother anyway.
"Chuanfeng, Tsunade came to see you."
"Now that you're here, I have work to do."
With that, he quickly said goodbye to Tsunade and slipped away.
Kakashi left his wife and brother alone in the hall, creating chaos—but this man would one day become Hokage. Just imagine what he must have been like back then!
"Ahem."
"My brother probably had urgent business. Sister-in-law, maybe go check on him."
Chuanfeng dismissed her first—he couldn't perform at his best with people around.
Natsuyu didn't know what he was planning, but she still excused herself and walked off in the direction her husband went.
"Tsunade-chan, who would've thought you'd be here too?"
Smiling, Chuanfeng took the seat Shuomao had used earlier.
"Nii-san, I brought my sister."
Nawaki didn't like the phrasing. This was clearly his contribution and he didn't want it erased.
Kushina sat unusually quiet on the chair, eyes darting nervously. She thought something was definitely wrong with this Chuanfeng guy.
"Chuanfeng-kun, Nawaki came to learn martial arts. As his sister, I should show my appreciation."
"I brought you a gift today—hope you like it."
Tsunade reached into her cleavage area and pulled a scroll from behind her back, placing it in front of Chuanfeng.
"What's this?"
Chuanfeng asked, still unsure what was written on the scroll.
"Haha, it's just a ninjutsu my granduncle developed."
"I thought this technique suited you, so I brought it."
"Take a look. See if it's to your taste."
Clearly, Tsunade had chosen it carefully. She hoped to see their surprised expressions, and she was very excited.
When Tobirama came to mind, the first technique Chuanfeng thought of was—Edo Tensei.Could this scroll actually contain that infamous, loophole-filled jutsu? That would be incredible.
Though anxious inside, his hands remained steady. He picked up the scroll and slowly unfurled it.
His pupils widened instantly. This technique truly suited him—and it was exactly the kind of technique he had dreamed of learning.
The Flying Thunder God Slash created by Senju Tobirama.
His speed hadn't improved for a long time. If he could master Flying Thunder God, his killing power would reach an entirely new level.
"Thank you. This technique is very interesting."
He lowered the scroll and held it tightly against himself.
"As long as you like it."
"But this technique requires a strong sense of spatial awareness."
"I hope you can learn it."
Tsunade pointed out the key difficulty—without talent, many could never master it.
"I'll do everything I can. I won't let the Second's technique go to waste."
This was the technique capable of defeating Uchiha Izuna—Madara's brother—someone who rivaled Hashirama himself.
"Nawaki will be in your hands now."
"I'm taking Kushina back."
After giving the apprentice's gift and seeing how pleased Chuanfeng was, Tsunade was ready to leave.
"There's plenty here."
"If I don't eat properly, people will think the Hatake family is so poor we can't even afford meals."
Chuanfeng was talking nonsense. The Hatake family was wealthy—everyone in Konoha knew it.
Who would believe a modern weapons shop wasn't profitable?
"That would be disrespectful."
Since one person liked him and the other was also interested, Tsunade didn't refuse the invitation and agreed to stay.
Kushina, who had originally been disappointed to leave, suddenly lit up with joy—going out for a walk sounded much more fun than learning sealing techniques with Mito.
"Nii-san, I want to learn swordsmanship! I want to learn swordsmanship!"
Nawaki, always intimidated by his sister's power, had been silent the whole time—but now he couldn't hold back.
"Then let's go to my dojo."
Chuanfeng said to Tsunade. What was a sister-in-law compared to her?
"That sounds great."
Tsunade smiled and followed him. The two adults and the two children left the hall and headed for the training grounds.
Inside the dojo, Shuomao was practicing taijutsu. Since the new sword wasn't finished, he could only train physically.
Natsuyu was also training the ghost mastiff. Their movements were synchronized—they understood one another perfectly.
"The dojo's still a bit small. If I get the chance, I'll expand it."
Even though the Hatake dojo was already larger than the Senju's, Chuanfeng still complained, practically flaunting the words "rich man" on his forehead.
Tsunade didn't show it, but in her heart she was calculating how much longer until she lost this fight.
"Today I'll teach you something else. Let's see if you have talent for swordsmanship."
Seeing Nawaki's impatience, Chuanfeng grabbed a wooden practice sword from the rack and handed it to him.
Nawaki felt the weight—ironwood.
"There are eight basic movements. I'll demonstrate them for you."
Chuanfeng lifted his arm, holding the Eight-Point Cold Sword.
"Alright."
"Thrust, slash, raise, hook, cloud, point, collapse, block."
He had intended to show off in front of Tsunade anyway, and Asakawa Maple flawlessly executed all eight fundamental moves—balanced in offense and defense, precise and elegant.
"Your swordsmanship is impressive, Chuanfeng-kun."
Tsunade clapped politely. A handsome man with good sword skills—how unbeatable.
Kushina's eyes sparkled like stars.If Minato were good at swordsmanship too… he'd be unbelievably cool.
"Nii-san, you're too fast!"
"Slower—do it again!"
This was tough for Nawaki. Without a Sharingan, he only remembered the beginning and end of each move.
"The key isn't speed—it's consistency."
Chuanfeng ignored Nawaki's complaint and repeated the moves in slow motion.
The visual impact was definitely lower, but at least the teaching effect was good.
Nawaki didn't hesitate—he gripped the wooden sword and began imitating.
"Raise your hands higher, lower your stance, keep your legs steady…"
Chuanfeng corrected him. Being a teacher felt great.
Watching Nawaki learn seriously under his guidance, Tsunade found him even more handsome.
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