"Ah, this kid."
The hatred on Ronglin's face and the determination in his eyes could not escape Tsunade's notice. Thinking of his background, she understood.
"If you want to do it, then go ahead. Just make sure you do it well. You are, after all, my, Tsunade's, disciple. I'm quite curious whether certain people will look spectacular when they get slapped across the face."
White Fang shook his head with a wry smile and patted Ronglin on the shoulder. "Rest for a few days. Come find me afterward—I'll teach you some things."
"Get some proper rest, kid. I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of grand move you'll make that leaves the whole village dumbfounded!!"
"Uh... what's going on?"
Was my performance too convincing?
Tsunade and White Fang's heartfelt reactions left Ronglin utterly dumbfounded. The script was not supposed to go like this, was it? Shouldn't he have been recovering before continuing to carry out all sorts of bizarre missions?
Why had the tone suddenly changed?
Seeing Ronglin suddenly freeze, Tsunade assumed the enormous surprise had stunned him senseless. She smiled and said, "You'd better cherish this opportunity. This senior's strength in the village is formidable. Other people couldn't beg him for guidance even if they wanted to. You're one lucky kid."
"I..."
"Enough, no need for sentimental words."
"I..."
"Get some proper rest. I'll have people come by regularly to help nurse you back to health."
"I..."
"What do you mean, 'I'?!"
At last, Tsunade snapped. What the hell was with saying only one word at a time?
"I just wanted to say that I'd like a cup of water. Could you help me get it?"
Ronglin pointed helplessly at the teacup in the distance. Tsunade was instantly embarrassed. She shot him a glare, handed him the cup, and