This Kind of Taijutsu Seemed Strangely Embarrassing

Setsuna straightened his clothes and slowly withdrew from the field. Several medical ninja quickly gathered around him to treat his injuries.

Hanma let out a long breath inwardly. Tsunade and the clan head together had truly been troublesome. Both possessed killing power and room for error, making them the hardest type of ninja to deal with.

But now, things were much easier. Against Tsunade alone, Hanma was completely confident he could defeat her.

Inspecting the Chakra in his body, already more than half depleted, and feeling the fractures and bruising throughout his body, Hanma grinned. This was the kind of battle that could make a person improve. His Entry experience had finally risen sharply again after so long.

In the distance, Tsunade clenched her pearly teeth. She understood that Setsuna's withdrawal had practically decided the outcome of this match.

Feeling the Mangekyo's power flowing away from her body, Tsunade stopped hesitating. If she returned to her normal state, she might as well surrender outright.

She stomped heavily on the ground and charged at Hanma once more at extreme speed. Even if she lost, she would leave this man with her dignity intact!

Hanma dismissed his Lightning Armor and met Tsunade head-on. For a time, the two were evenly matched, trading blows back and forth.

After a clash of fists, they each retreated several steps. Tsunade demanded indignantly, "You bastard, where's that Lightning Armor you copied from those Kumogakure brutes? Why aren't you using it anymore?"

Hanma finally relaxed considerably, though he also felt a little embarrassed.

After all, when they had first started fighting, he had failed to restrain his excitement and had nearly split Tsunade in half on the spot, prematurely reenacting a scene from twenty years later.

Still, Tsunade truly was the queen of medical ninja. Even if Uchiha Madara cut her in half, she could reattach herself in a short time. She was practically comparable to Kakuzu.

Hanma's thoughts wandered as he considered how he should wrap things up against Tsunade alone.

He liked Tsunade very much. She had a perfect figure, formidable strength, and came from a prestigious clan. The two had grown up together, and their bond ran deep.

Most importantly, she had an excellent physique and should be able to withstand his strength. That could be said to be Hanma's only criterion for choosing a partner in the Shinobi World.

Hanma put on a beaming expression, covered his chest, and said with a hint of pain, "Wasn't it because your Monster Strength Punch hit me too hard? You hit me so ruthlessly. Doesn't that make you feel bad?"

Tsunade flew into a rage. This dog of a man was shamelessly accusing her first, stealing the line she had been too embarrassed to say!

"Words are useless. You heartless bastard, die!"

Fists and kicks came crashing down like a raging storm. Hanma skillfully used various fighting footwork—shuffling, lateral steps, spring steps, and more—without striking back at all. Like a small boat, he swayed with the wind.

Tsunade's strength was more than sufficient, but her fighting technique was truly mediocre. She fought purely with her exceptional physique and Chakra. In terms of taijutsu concepts and combat skill, she was far inferior even to the White Fang.

The longer Tsunade fought, the angrier she became, and her strength gradually increased. Yet she could not touch Hanma at all. The howling air ripped apart by her tremendous force reflected the growing agitation in her heart.

A smile lingered on Hanma's lips, as though he were thoroughly enjoying the moment.

Watching this scene and hearing those explosive whistles through the air, the many Jonin were collectively speechless. Sure enough, when your ambiguous partner was powerful, even flirting required formidable strength.

Hanma focused his gaze and said seriously to Tsunade, "Come see me in a few days. Your taijutsu still has many areas that need improvement."

"My bone-setting techniques have also made new progress. I'll help examine you, then write it down in your medical book."

Tsunade was instantly enraged. What kind of iron-clad straight man was this? Who wanted to hear such nonsense about improving her taijutsu skills?

Seeing her adorably furious expression, Hanma could not help but stare blankly. He looked straight at Tsunade and slowly said, "I learned a few new dishes these past two days. They all use ingredients you've liked since childhood, so you should enjoy them. Come to my house for dinner tonight."

Tsunade was stunned by the bizarre turn of events. Was this the man she liked? He said whatever came to mind. It really did suit his fighting style.

Tsunade waved a hand and glared fiercely at Hanma. "Forget dinner for now. You said my taijutsu skills were lacking, so let's see just how capable you are!"

With nimble little steps, Hanma dodged Tsunade's fists again and again.

Without a single unnecessary movement, the sway of Hanma's shoulders, the force of his spine, the flexibility of his joints, and his perfectly timed advances and retreats displayed his astonishing fundamentals and mastery of taijutsu.

Even more shocking was that, under Hanma's guidance, Tsunade's punches became smoother and smoother. Her footwork also changed from chaotic to orderly. It was practically like a Ninja Academy taijutsu teacher instructing children.

Watching this scene, the many Jonin raised their estimation of Hanma's teaching ability by several levels. They began considering how to invite him to teach their clansmen a lesson on Taijutsu Essentials.

Seeing Tsunade enter the rhythm of the fight while her expression became increasingly ashamed and indignant, Hanma knew he had to give today a dignified ending.

Another punch came at Hanma's ribs. Hanma lightly shifted aside and flicked the numb point on Tsunade's arm.

While her strength faltered, he grabbed Tsunade's hand, twisted it behind her back against the joint, and locked her in a hold. One hand had already clasped her neck, while the other secured the back of her neck.

The Uchiha Naked Choke was complete.

Hanma exerted a little force, lifting Tsunade into the air and tightening his hold around her neck.

When a person was in the air, there was no point from which to exert force. Once this kind of naked choke was formed, unless there was a vast difference in strength or the enemy was not humanoid, it was impossible to escape.

Tsunade found it harder and harder to breathe. Her elbows repeatedly smashed into Hanma's abdomen, but they grew increasingly weak.

Still maintaining the naked choke, Hanma inhaled Tsunade's faint scent of sweat and her orchid-like fragrance, then said softly:

"With a great battle approaching, if I survive, please go out with me."

Hanma had lived two lives. Though he had killed countless people in this life and possessed a system, his cautious nature still left him with many concerns.

Even now, the Raikage's Hell Stab, Ōnoki's Dust Release, and strange Fuinjutsu all remained threats that could cause his downfall.

He maintained a reverent heart toward the Shinobi World.

But in the face of Tsunade's passionate feelings, he chose not to run away any longer. One more responsibility meant one more source of motivation, and it would also give him, a wanderer in another world, a greater sense of belonging.

After hearing Hanma's simple confession and seeing that the arm restraining her was no longer exerting force, Tsunade viciously bit down hard on it, leaving behind a row of teeth marks before breaking free.

Then she kicked Hanma fiercely. "You bastard, you finally said something human." With that, Tsunade blushed and actually ran away!

Hanma stood there helplessly. People might not believe it, but despite having lived two lives, this was probably his first time dating. (_.)

Minato, who had remained stunned the entire time, smacked his lips as he looked at Kushina and leisurely thought, In this regard, Teacher Hanma doesn't seem to be as good as me~~

How could he know that Teacher Hanma had repeatedly created opportunities for his romance?

Hanma had let him protect Kushina from Iron Man, then generously given him banknotes so he could take Kushina out to eat and drink everywhere. Otherwise, how could things have gone so smoothly?