The ninja world was filled with countless beautiful towns and endless forests.And yet, people drowned themselves in ceaseless slaughter and hatred, never once realizing the breathtaking scenery that existed right beside them.
Two small fish swam through the water, weaving together. Sometimes they rolled, sometimes they chased each other, sometimes they tangled close, playfully circling as they frolicked together.
Tsunade and Uchiha Ran gradually forgot each other's presence.They forgot the passage of time.It was as if the two of them had fused together, becoming one—perhaps this was what it truly meant to be perfectly intertwined.
Tsunade suddenly felt a certain softness of her body being enveloped by a pair of hands. Her cheeks flushed instantly.She wanted to struggle free, yet she couldn't bring herself to do it.Inside her heart, it felt as though two little demons were locked in an intense battle…
Uchiha Ran's touch brought a sense of comfort—so much so that the moment it left, the emptiness would feel unbearable.
Caught in these tangled, conflicting emotions, Tsunade found herself trapped. She felt as though she was on the verge of losing her reason entirely.
Her whole body turned soft and weak.The normally bold and uninhibited Tsunade now appeared hesitant and shy, her elegant brows tightly knit.
Naturally, Uchiha Ran had no intention of letting such a moment pass.
"Did you know, Tsunade-nee?" he said softly. "Legend says the Sage of Six Paths was the common ancestor of both the Senju and the Uchiha. Over countless generations, the Senju inherited his Sage Body… while the Uchiha inherited his Sage Eyes."
His words drew Tsunade's attention completely, pulling her focus away without her noticing how Ran's nimble hands slipped through a small opening in her clothes.
This was true softness.True fullness.True richness.
This was the shared bliss meant for both of them.
He gently squeezed, brushing against a hint of rosy warmth. The moment Tsunade frowned, Ran continued speaking calmly:
"As time passed, differences in belief drove the two clans apart… until they eventually became enemies."
As he spoke, his hands continued shaping that softness with ease.
Just as dough must be kneaded before it becomes a bun, Ran—who might not have been a master kneader in a past life—now transformed into a top-tier artisan.
He used every technique: pushing and kneading with his palms, rolling and pressing, alternating rhythms. From time to time, he teased that delicate point of color—sometimes brushing past lightly, sometimes rubbing between his fingers, sometimes massaging with his palm.
Now, Tsunade's softness was completely at his mercy.At this moment, Uchiha Ran was the ultimate master of kneading—discussing the past of the Uchiha and Senju while never once slowing his hands.
Tsunade's eyes widened, mist gathering at their edges. She bit her lip as she looked at him.
"Don't… don't tease me… Ran… mm… ah…"
"Heh~"
Ran didn't stop, continuing his gentle movements.
"Tsunade-nee, did you know? The wars between the Uchiha and Senju lasted until just a few years before Konoha was founded. It was your grandfather, Hashirama, and Uchiha Madara who finally united the two clans, bringing an end to brothers turning against one another."
"Tsunade-nee… the Sage of Six Paths is far too distant from us now. Even the Uchiha records are incomplete. I only learned these things after searching for a long time. I don't know the grudges of the elders."
Between his words and his actions, Tsunade found herself unable to respond.Her face burned red.Her throat felt unbearably dry.
"R-Ran…"
She clenched her lower lip, brows furrowed, her body feeling as though ants were crawling all over her.
Hearing the usually straightforward Tsunade call his name so sweetly made the fire in Ran's lower abdomen burn even hotter.
"Tsunade-nee… the moonlight is beautiful tonight. And you're even more enchanting."
His words brushed against her ear, his heated breath washing over her sensitive earlobe. Tsunade couldn't help but tremble slightly, her body growing even softer and weaker.
Her eyes grew hazy.Her legs instinctively wrapped around Ran, while her arms clung tightly to his solid, well-built waist.
Her whole body felt unbearably hot—unbearably itchy.As for what Ran was saying… she couldn't hear it at all anymore. Whether it was heaven and earth, creation or destruction—none of it mattered now.
All she wanted was to hold Ran tightly… to melt him into herself.
Like an arrow already drawn, forced to be released.
Though Tsunade had never experienced this before, her thirty-plus years of life gave her understanding. Her voice trembled as she whispered into Ran's ear:
"R-Ran…"
Could Uchiha Ran refuse such a request?Would he refuse?
Of course not.
His blood surged just as fiercely. There was no way he wouldn't satisfy Tsunade-nee's desire.
He hurriedly removed every restraint. Beneath the moonlight, the figures lying on the grass—and Tsunade's towering peaks—were no less magnificent than the mountains across from them.
They faced each other in complete honesty.
Heaven above, earth below—I, Uchiha Ran, swear eternal enmity with gambling and poison!
Shadows danced restlessly across the grass. Ran's shadow seemed especially busy—moving from her earlobe, to her neck… from her neck to her softness…
In the end, Tsunade couldn't hold back anymore.
Soft moans escaped her lips—sounds that made Ran feel as though the marrow in his bones was about to explode.
Once everything fell into rhythm, once Ran had explored all there was to know and understood every corner of Tsunade's world, he leaned close and whispered into her ear:
"Tsunade-nee… Tsunade-sensei… I'm coming."
With no strength left to speak, Tsunade could only respond with broken sounds:
"Mmm… ah…"
The figures on the grass intertwined.The restless wind roared.Dappled light filtered through the trees as the two bodies rose and fell again and again.
Passionate cries harmonized with cicadas and birdsong in the forest. Even the moon in the sky shyly withdrew, unwilling to disturb such a beautiful scene and such a wondrous melody.
Their bodies moved through the entire night.The song lasted the entire night.
Until flowing water soaked their backs—and the faint light of dawn quietly crept over the mountaintops.