Chapter 27 Request

The middle-aged man, soaking wet, appeared in front of Tsunade.

"Tsunade, are you jealous? I..."

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Wow

The man flew backwards at an even faster speed and landed straight into the bathtub, making a large splash of water. There was chaos in the bathtub again.

In the teahouse, Okamoto Dousuke sat aside, picking up the teapot from time to time and adding tea to Tsunade's cup.

Tsunade picked up the teacup that had just been filled with water and took small sips.

Jiraiya, who was sitting opposite Tsunade, was lying on his side, wet, with one arm supporting his body. He looked at Tsunade and said, "Hey, Tsunade, even if you have something to ask me, you don't need to use this method."

"Oh, then tell me what's wrong with my method." Bang, Tsunade slammed the teacup in her hand heavily onto the tea table.

Tsunade got furious when she saw Jiraiya being so lazy.

"Okay, tell me what you want from me." Jiraiya looked at Tsunade, who raised his hands in surrender, and asked her with a serious face.

"Oh, that's right. This is Dousuke, my disciple, you know him." Tsunami pointed at Dousuke Okamoto who was pouring tea at the side.

"I know, I know. He's the genius who almost defeated Kakashi."

After saying that, Jiraiya pointed at Okamoto Dousuke and said, "Boy, when you fainted during that game, I was the one who caught you."

"Thank you, Lord Jiraiya, please have some tea." He picked up the teapot on the table and added some tea to Jiraiya.

"Not bad, boy. You are very polite and can say thank you. I can't tell that you were taught by Tsunade. You are very different from your teacher." Jiraiya said with a smile while looking at the teacup in front of him.

"Oh, then Jiraiya, tell me what kind of person I should teach?" Tsunade asked while moving her two white fists, making a creaking sound.

Tsunade's question left Jiraiya speechless for a moment.

"Didn't you say you had something to talk to me about? Tell me." Jiraiya quickly changed the subject under Tsunade's gaze. He didn't want to fly again.

"It's like this, this kid wants to learn the Flying Thunder God Technique. As you know, I'm not very proficient in the study of these ninjutsu. So I want to ask you for help."

"I don't quite understand what Flying Thunder God said."

"There isn't anyone in the village who knows it. As far as I remember, apart from the creator of ninjutsu, the Second Hokage, it seems that only Minato knows it."

At this point Jiraiya slapped his head, opened his mouth, and looked at Tsunade who was sitting opposite him: "I said, you don't want Minato to teach this kid, but you are embarrassed to tell Minato, so you come to me."

"What are you talking about, you idiot? I just feel that we have a good relationship. My disciple is your disciple, right?" Looking at Jiraiya who finally understood what she meant, Tsunade did not hide it, but there was still a hint of tsundere in her words.

"Hey, hey, hey, Tsunade, you finally admitted that we have a good relationship." Looking at Tsunade sitting opposite him, Jiraiya made an obscene laugh while speaking.

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The snacks and tea on the table also jumped up.

"If you laugh again, I'll knock your teeth out."

Looking at the angry Tsunade, Jiraiya straightened his body. He coughed twice to calm himself down and said, "Don't worry, Tsunade. I will take this kid to ask Minato for advice."

"Thank you for your hard work!" Tsunade leaned down and bowed to Jiraiya.

"Yeah, yeah I'll help you keep an eye on this kid, don't worry." Jiraiya replied quickly.

Tsunade leaned down for a while, and suddenly felt a shadow appear above her head. And Jiraiya only said he would help take care of Okamoto Dousuke, but didn't even ask her to stand up.

Raising her head slightly, Tsunade saw Jiraiya stretching his neck and appearing in front of her head.

It was this guy's white hair that blocked the light above his head. Looking up, Jiraiya had a big mouth, his eyes were staring straight at his chin, and two lines of blood were flowing from his nostrils.

There was even a hint of disgusting saliva about to overflow from that big mouth.

Tsunade followed Jiraiya's gaze and saw that because she was bending over, most of her breasts were exposed due to the pressure.

"Jiraiya!!!!" Tsunade stood up suddenly, and with one punch, Jiraiya's head smashed the table.

"Musuke. Let's go." Tsunade picked up the clothes on the hanger next to him, and greeted Okamoto Dosuke.

"Lord Jiraiya, are you okay?" Okamoto Dousuke sat blankly at the table, holding a teapot in his hand for pouring water.

Obviously he didn't react to Tsunade's lightning-fast attack just now.

"You won't die for now. I didn't expect Tsunade's fist is still so powerful after so many years. Kid, wait for me at the village gate tomorrow morning." After saying that, Jiraiya fainted.

"Dousuke, hurry up." Tsunade shouted again to Okamoto Dousuke while standing at the door.

Push, push, push!

"I'm here, teacher." Putting the teapot aside, Okamoto Dousuke left the room.

Walking to the door, Tsunade said to the shop owner, "When he wakes up, that guy will be responsible for the losses in the store." After that, she left without looking back.

I apologized to the store owner. Okamoto Dousuke also ran away.

"Doujie, you should practice hard with that guy recently. I can't help you in the cultivation of Flying Thunder God, and I have recently figured out a sealing technique, so I don't care about your cultivation."

"Since that guy asked you to wait for him at the village entrance tomorrow, then you should pack up and go tomorrow." After saying that, Tsunade left him behind and strode towards the direction of Konoha Hospital.

Seeing Tsunade walking away, Okamoto Dosuke's heart trembled a bit. The meaning of Tsunade looking for Jiraiya was nothing more than to let Namikaze Minato teach him the art of flying thunder through Jiraiya.

After all, this is the secret technique learned by Minato Namikaze, and Tsunade couldn't force Minato Namikaze to teach her, although it was unlikely that Minato would refuse.

But if it was Jiraiya, who was Minato Namikaze's teacher, who asked for it, the situation would be very different.

Looking at the woman who went away, Okamoto Dosuke felt inexplicably at ease, with a little bit of warmth. He didn't expect that when he came to this murderous world, someone would really think about himself.

With a smile, Okamoto Dousuke ran towards his home.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard bursts of music coming from the house.

Okamoto Dousuke stood at the door, suspicious. Didn’t he leave the TV when he went out?

I opened the door gently and the TV in the living room was turned on and a song was playing.

From the kitchen of my own house, clouds of smoke were rising, spreading to the entire ceiling of the living room, and the smoke was gray-blue.

The aroma was accompanied by smoke that filled the small room. What was going on? Was it Thumbelina cooking for me? It didn't make sense. I was traveling through Naruto, not Grimm's fairy tale.

I patted my head and decided to go and take a look and I would know.

Okamoto Dousuke tiptoed to the kitchen door and secretly poked his head out.