People are in Konoha, this Naruto lies flat

Chapter 253 A bamboo-board soup pool and Tsunade by the fire

Tsunade gathered up her loose blond hair, frowned and pursed her lips. She entered the water with a splash. It was a bit hot, but she could bear it.

But then I thought about Naruto's theory a few days ago, and suddenly I felt that it made sense. Ninjas don't have to endure everything to show their differences from ordinary people.

So she simply let her body fall into the pool water, and after a soft gasp, a low breath came out of her throat, and ripples appeared on her snow-white skin.

In the same bathtub, a thin bamboo baffle separates the men's and women's baths.

With a crash, Naruto was frightened by Tsunade's movement and stood up, his whole body stiff. Damn it, what was 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 up.

The inn was simple, and there were not many guests at this time. He and Tsunade were the only two guests in the entire inn. The owner was a middle-aged man, lame, and didn't speak much.

The wind and snow outside the inn are howling, which is completely different from the climate in Konoha. It is said that there are two rooms, but in fact they are two super large mixed rooms.

Naruto lay in the bath, recalling the scene when he stayed in the hotel.

The boss's voice was low, as if he was about to die of illness at any moment, "They are all mixed rooms. There are four large rooms upstairs, and each room can accommodate eight people. If you want two rooms, you have to pay the price for four people."

Naruto had seen Jiraiya smoking. He rarely smoked in front of others, and that time was also by chance. He saw Jiraiya squatting on the stone steps of the canteen where the light could not reach, and the stars were flickering on and off in the darkness.

of fire.

"wait for me?"

"I haven't thought about it that much. If I calculate it carefully, I can't figure it out clearly." Naruto sighed, and said with rare seriousness, "Some people are brilliant, and some are covered in rust."

"You said a lot, but there's nothing I want to hear." Tsunade rubbed her temples, "You said it's fine, don't say that kind of hypocritical guilt next time."

She looked at Naruto lying there and blowing on the fire, making the fire burn little by little, and couldn't help but be speechless. After a while, she couldn't help but speak.

Jiraiya was very silent when he smoked, and he looked older. He seemed to be carrying the heavy fatalism of the ninja world. He had been fulfilling the old toad's prophecies all his life, and he had never lived for himself.

She asked him while reaching into her arms to adjust her underwear.

Normally no one comes here, so I took a bamboo board and divided the bath into two parts, and hastily pasted a man on the left and a woman on the right on the door. The water in the bath is clear, so it is estimated that no one comes here usually.

"Are you still wearing the necklace I gave you?" she asked calmly.

"In the end, you still have to fight for yourself. Fairness comes with every punch. Tsunade-sama is good enough to me. I have a guilty conscience, so how can I get angry?"

It was already late when the two of them checked in, and they had nothing to say, so they should just do it themselves. The lame boss in the middle came out and told the two of them not to run around when it was dark.

Now Danzo is sitting there, no matter when he falls, it is completely unimportant to Naruto. Just like the meat on the chopping board, it is the same no matter when it is cut.

"What do you think about Danzo?" she asked calmly, and the sound of drinking could be faintly heard.

"No, no, I'm not curious at all. I'll leave tomorrow anyway." He said with a sneer, "Even if there is something weird, you won't know until you get to the inner towns of the Kingdom of Iron. It's desolate here and it's not interesting."

With the heat of the fire, Tsunade sat there and warmed herself up, letting her hair dry little by little. The snow was plump, and the firelight shone slantingly, making it as white as pearls and jade.

Naruto also began to take a bath without any distractions, but before his mind stabilized for a long time, a voice slowly came through the bamboo board, and it was Tsunade's voice.

After Tsunade said, there was no movement, and the pond suddenly became quiet.

But Tsunade didn't know that he already had a way to crack the biggest threat, Izanagi. He could use forbidden techniques to directly erase the effects.

But she never smoked. Smoking makes her age quickly. Once her organs are damaged, it is difficult to reverse them. Even if Tsunade is proficient in medical ninjutsu, she cannot purify herself.

Hearing this, Tsunade rolled her eyes at him, and sat there with her wet hair hanging on her chest, waiting. Sure enough, the fire immediately lit up and began to burn slowly.

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

The place was quite simple and the requirements were quite high. But fortunately it was clean, so Naruto didn't waste any time and paid for two rooms without hesitation.

Tsunade said that she was not in good shape, so she accepted Naruto's service very usefully, and asked while looking at the fire with squinted eyes.

"Now is not the time, we have to wait." Tsunade's voice came through little by little. There was no emotion, but she was a bit tired.

"Got it." He responded, then folded the pieces of meat and pushed it over in a very stupid way.

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

Tsunade didn't say anything, took the towel, wrapped her hair, and went downstairs with crisp steps. The boss downstairs was gone. There was a kettle burning in the middle, and scraps of wood were nearby.

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

The benefits of having a sealed space were immediately apparent. There was no need to carry even a sealed scroll.

After saying that, the sound of drinking came from the other end. Tsunade was a good drinker, and this amount of alcohol was not harmful to her body. On the contrary, it nourished her energy and calmed her nerves.

About ten minutes later, Tsunade also changed her clothes and walked out. She was slightly surprised to see Naruto waiting for her. Her wet blond hair hung to one side and wet the collar in front of her chest.

After a moment of silence, the sound of rushing water suddenly came from the other end.

"It's good to know." She took the wine back happily, frowned and took a sip to test the temperature, "Don't be so curious when you're out."

To put it bluntly, it was just taking a bath in a hot spring pool. The bamboo boards were old and worn, and you could vaguely see the steaming mist on the opposite side through the gaps. He wanted to see something in detail, and he didn't have the courage.

Naruto took a glance and looked away consciously. When you are staring at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you.

It was very lively and crowded there.

There was no charge for the wood, so you could put it in to warm up the fire yourself. The fire was no longer visible, so Naruto took the lead and sat down, taking the firewood and building a prototype.

"To ban the roots, it's best to uproot them." Naruto said, "Danzo is only harmful to the village and is completely hindering Konoha's progress."

"Can't I use ninjutsu?"

His love is a great love, from the peace of the ninja world to Konoha, and finally to himself who cannot help himself.

"Well, as long as you understand." She raised her neck and took a sip of wine, leaning against the bamboo board, her figure towering and pale in the mist, "I thought you would be angry and think it was unfair."

Every movement near the fire caused white ripples.

From now on, he will continue to live according to the toad's prophecy. According to the prophecy, Jiraiya's future has changed. In the future, he will continue to travel and settle down somewhere.

"I know, you don't need to tell me specifically. I'm not that anxious. I can't rush these things." Naruto smiled, knowing that Tsunade's words were his explanation.

"Do you want to know about the necklace?"

"Okay, I'll remember it."

"It's almost here." He said without raising his head and continued to huff and puff.

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

He set up the barbecue grill and began to prepare dinner silently by the corner of the fire. Dinner was also served here, thirty taels per bowl and chopsticks.

"Yes, you can warm yourself by the fire downstairs." He skillfully handed over a towel to wipe his hair. The simple inn would not provide these, so he prepared them himself.

"Yes, it's still on me." He touched the Hokage necklace on his chest and thought that the curse of changing hands three times didn't seem to be effective on him. Could it be that he really has no taboos?

"Wear it carefully and don't lose it."

"Are you curious?" Tsunade glanced at him, the anger she unconsciously revealed was so charming.

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

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

"It's not peaceful here in the village recently. I don't know what kind of people have come here. It's not safe to go out at night." After he finished speaking, he left without stopping.

"I" he wanted to refuse, but looking at Tsunade, she probably meant what she wanted to say, so he simply nodded, "I do."

Tsunade paused, took another sip of wine, and then began to slowly tell the origin of the necklace. From the first generation to the story of the Sannin's childhood, she then mentioned her younger brother Naoki.

Naruto answered every question. He was indeed a good listener. He neither made Tsunade feel perfunctory nor made people feel that he was listening seriously, as if he was acting as a stranger.

The feeling of being able to tell strangers about the past is a bit addictive, even a little addictive, and the story has reached the part where Kato Dan is about it.

(End of chapter)