Kawamine corrected Shengshu's improper posture, then let him practice on his own.
He had to admit—Hashirama's genes were truly exceptional, and Shengshu had also made some progress in the rope-techniques passed down in his clan. So, the weight of the sword wasn't an issue for him.
Besides, the Senju clan possessed several sword manuals. Under the guidance of a professional like Kawamine, he finally began to practice swordsmanship in a proper, professional way.
Tsunade watched from the side and nodded with satisfaction. It was obvious that Shengshu was far more focused than when he practiced at home.
"Kawamine-kun, is this the sword style passed down in the Hatake clan?"
Hearing Tsunade speak, Kawamine shifted his gaze from Shengshu and smiled warmly—while shamelessly claiming the essence of five thousand years of Chinese martial traditions as his own.
"This is just a small bit of experience I've gained on my path of training."
Tsunade calmly compared his movements with what she had seen before. She had never seen more refined basic sword movements than these.
"Kawamine-kun, you truly are a genius of the Hatake clan."
"No, no… this is merely the heritage left by our ancestors."
That was indeed true, but in Tsunade's ears he sounded like he was being modest.
Kushina, listening from the side, rolled her eyes. She looked carefree on the surface, but having come alone to Konoha since childhood, her mind was already very mature.
A woman in love does not reason. In her eyes, Tsunade must have been bewitched by Kawamine.
She turned her attention back to Shengshu, ran to the weapon rack, grabbed a wooden sword, and prepared to train.
Learning a few moves and then showing them off in front of Minato—what a great idea. She could already imagine the blond, blue-eyed boy smiling brightly in surprise as he praised her.
As she imagined it, a silly grin crept onto her face—exactly the kind she hated seeing on others.
"Let's sit for a bit."
Kawamine clearly had no intention of training. Was cultivating strength more important than appreciating beauty?
He led Tsunade to the martial hall and sat at a stone table. Four stone stools surrounded the simple round table, all carrying the rustic feel of ancient China.
Tsunade sat across from him, adjusted her clothes, and quietly pulled them tighter over her chest. She felt a little shy, sensing Kawamine's burning gaze from time to time.
With just a wave of his hand, someone brought freshly brewed tea.
That was the benefit of wealth—there were always people to run errands for you.
"This is this year's new tea."
As Kawamine spoke, he poured Tsunade a cup, then filled his own.
"Thank you, Kawamine-kun."
Tsunade took a sip. The Hatake clan was wealthy indeed. This tea was the finest from the Land of Tea—something ordinary households could never afford.
"Good tea."
"Haha. If you like it, Tsunade-chan, I'll send you two pounds when you leave."
Kawamine was generous by nature. As the true power behind the Hatake clan, he cared little about such trivial expenses.
"As for the medical ninja you mentioned earlier—I have some thoughts. Would you be interested in hearing them?"
Kawamine couldn't just chat casually with Tsunade. He planned to make progress on multiple fronts—becoming true partners, so they could naturally spend more time together.
"Oh? Then please give me your advice, Kawamine-kun."
The moment the topic touched her field of expertise, Tsunade's interest ignited.
"Yes—our biggest problem right now is the lack of medical ninjas."
"My idea is to establish a hospital and train our own personnel."
"Not only could we save lives, but once we had enough manpower, your vision would naturally be realized."
Kawamine's calculations were smooth and thorough. Hospitals were profitable, and with Tsunade at his side, he could study many things—such as Hashirama cells.
Medical ninjas? Secondary concern. If you were expecting to see medical ninjas, well—Naruto is already over. Was the Rinnegan not strong enough? Was Edo Tensei not broken enough?
"That does sound like a good idea."
Tsunade thought for a moment and suddenly felt stuck.
"But… I don't have money."
Money was the one thing she lacked most. The Senju clan had already dissolved; as its princess, she had little inheritance left—and she was notorious for losing money.
"Anything solvable with money is not a problem."
"What I want to ask is—are you willing to serve as the director?"
"I don't think anyone in Konoha is more qualified than you."
Kawamine began coaxing her—tricking Tsunade into becoming the director.
Then the hospital would belong to him; Tsunade would belong to him. Just thinking about it made him excited.
"So… you're planning to invest in me and let me run the hospital?"
Tsunade finally understood his meaning, though she still found it hard to believe. Opening a hospital wasn't cheap.
She had only known Kawamine for three days—opportunities this big didn't fall from the sky. They were usually traps.
"The Hatake clan is not a large clan."
"But opening this hospital would help you realize your dream, and it would benefit Konoha as well."
"I, Hatake Kawashimamaru, am only offering a little money. It's nothing."
Kawamine continued to deceive with righteous words—and paired with his handsome face, Tsunade's trust in him instantly rose several notches.
"Since Kawamine-kun trusts me so much… then I'll take the lead."
"I'll pour you more tea—no wine for now. We'll drink ourselves silly at lunch."
Tsunade wasn't the indecisive type. Once she decided to do something, she would do it.
She raised her cup and clinked it against Kawamine's. They wore the same smile, yet thought completely different thoughts.
They drained the tea in one go.
After that, the two discussed the hospital in detail—location, investment, staffing, equipment procurement, and more.
Sakumo and Nara Shikaku came by for a while, but they had no idea what the two were talking about and couldn't join the discussion. After two cups of tea, they left—better to let the younger brother handle this troublesome matter himself.
"I'll speak to Sensei about the location."
"But Kawamine-kun, the funding is still up to you. Sensei isn't a charity."
Land allocation still required approval from Hiruzen Sarutobi; without it, nothing could be done.
"No problem. I'll gather the funds and be ready anytime."
Kawamine wasn't familiar with the Third Hokage, so letting Tsunade handle it was far more convenient. After all, they had a master-disciple bond, and Hiruzen owed much to the Senju clan.
"Thank you for handling the human-resources aspect. I really don't know any medical professionals."
Kawamine knew many martial artists, but not a single doctor. He had never needed one—his self-healing ability was absurdly strong.
"Once the land is confirmed, I'll contact the staff immediately and open the hospital as soon as possible."
Tsunade spoke as though everything was under her control—yet she had no idea that things would not be that simple.
Konoha was no longer the same village in her imagination—not since her grandfather and great-uncle passed away.
"Well then—here's hoping everything goes smoothly."
Kawamine looked at the energetic, spirited Tsunade. Her strong, confident demeanor made her even more irresistible.
And besides Hashirama cells, he also wanted to see whether his own cells were more active—or whether Hashirama's cells were superior in their assimilation.
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