You Will Only Be Annihilated By Me

"Have a seat for a while, the food will be ready soon."

Back home, Watanabe left Tsunade in the living room and went into the kitchen to busy himself.

Tsunade had no intention of helping, as she didn't know how to cook. Mito usually did the cooking.

With nothing else to do, she casually looked around. This was her second time visiting Watanabe's home.

Watanabe's residence was an ordinary one-bedroom apartment, with simple and unadorned furniture. It didn't even have a television, but the house was very tidy and comfortable to be in.

He's quite a clean freak.

Tsunade thought to herself. She had been to Jiraiya's place once before, and it was as messy as a dog kennel, nothing compared to Watanabe's home.

Speaking of which, the reason she went to Jiraiya's house that time was because she had beaten him up badly. Afterward, feeling guilty, she brought him medicine at Mito's request.

"After our sparring session that day, were you injured?"

Tsunade suddenly asked. The medicine she had prepared was still in the classroom.

"I'm fine, I just coughed up a bit of blood then. I recovered after a good night's sleep," Watanabe replied while stir-frying.

"Don't push yourself. It's not shameful to be injured by me. The reason I learned Medical Ninjutsu was precisely because I was afraid of accidentally killing someone."

"……"

Watanabe was amused by Tsunade's words and chuckled, "Don't worry, if I were really injured, I would definitely tell you."

Tsunade pouted. What do you mean 'don't worry'?

As if I care that much about you.

The two chatted idly back and forth. Half an hour later, Watanabe emerged from the kitchen with a table full of delicious dishes.

"Try it, it shouldn't taste bad." Watanabe was quite confident in his cooking skills.

Tsunade was moved. The dishes on the table alone looked appetizing, and the aroma was enticing.

It seemed Watanabe really did have some skills, no wonder he dared to cook himself.

She tentatively picked up a piece of beef. An indescribable deliciousness instantly bloomed between her lips and teeth, and she couldn't help but squint her eyes:

"Delicious!"

Seeing his cooking recognized by Tsunade, Watanabe was completely relieved.

He had gone to great lengths for this meal, and if Tsunade wasn't satisfied, it would have been a huge loss.

"Try this braised shrimp next, eat more."

Watanabe chuckled and served her more food.

Tsunade accepted everything, trying the braised shrimp and then the sweet and sour carp. She found herself enjoying it more and more.

She hadn't expected Watanabe's cooking to be so amazing. Frankly, it was more delicious than her grandmother's cooking or anything from restaurants outside.

"How did you make these dishes? I've never seen them before."

Tsunade asked with her mouth full, not eating ladylike, but it was cute.

Of course, Watanabe wouldn't tell Tsunade the truth – he was using recipes from Earth.

The Ninja World had only recently achieved peace, and many regions' citizens couldn't even get enough to eat. Most people's only demand for food was to fill their stomachs. In such a context, no one had the inclination to develop cuisine. Earth's diverse array of recipes was a complete game-changer for the Ninja World.

"I just figured it out myself. I'm glad you like it."

Watanabe wanted to foster a good relationship with Tsunade, so he acted like a warm boyfriend, his smile sunny and gentle.

Tsunade inwardly exclaimed, Wow, this guy. Even though Watanabe's combat strength wasn't that impressive, he was an absolute genius when it came to cooking. If he opened a restaurant in the future, it would surely be a booming success.

Tsunade then transformed into a 'rice-eating champion,' devouring every dish on the table with gusto, not holding back at all with Watanabe.

Watanabe ate less than her. After all, eating was a debuff for him.

[Eating: Hunger +13, Weakness +5, Stamina -6……]

He had no choice but to eat, otherwise, he would starve to death.

He had been eating instant noodles every day lately, and his mouth was practically numb. Improving his diet occasionally was quite nice.

Before long, all the dishes on the table were cleared. Tsunade put down her chopsticks and let out a satisfied sigh, "I'm so full, I almost ate too much!"

Watanabe nodded silently. Unlike Tsunade, he had actually managed to make himself hungrier.

"I'll do the dishes."

Watanabe picked up the bowls and chopsticks and headed to the kitchen.

Tsunade felt a little embarrassed and offered, "I'll help you wash them."

"No need. I'm treating today, I can't possibly trouble you."

This remark allowed Tsunade to be lazy with a clear conscience.

She leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching Watanabe diligently washing dishes by the sink. She suddenly realized he had many good qualities.

Not only was he meticulous in keeping his home tidy, but he was also a great cook, and he was gentle and handsome. Whoever married him in the future would surely be very happy.

"Watanabe, why don't you stop being a ninja and become a chef instead? I'll definitely come patronize your business every day."

After finishing lunch together, the two of them felt a lot closer. Tsunade then started joking with him.

"No, becoming a chef won't fulfill my dream," Watanabe shook his head.

Tsunade asked curiously, "Eh, you have a dream too?"

Watanabe: "..."

She asks like that, like I'm not someone with ambition.

Tsunade realized she'd misspoke and rephrased, "I mean, do you want to become Hokage too?"

Boys their age all dreamed of becoming Hokage. Her younger brother Nawaki, and classmates like Jiraiya, Dan Katō, and the others were all like that; it was practically a dime a dozen.

Watanabe casually replied, "No, my dream is world peace."

"??"

Tsunade blinked, her expression shifting from surprise to contemplation.

World peace... isn't that the goal her grandfather dedicated his life to?

Considering Watanabe's background as an orphan, Tsunade felt like she finally understood something.

Watanabe must be like my grandfather, hoping wars will disappear forever, that everyone in the ninja world can live in peace and happiness, and that no more war orphans like him will ever exist.

This dream is countless times greater than the dream of becoming Hokage.

At that moment, Tsunade suddenly felt a light shining on Watanabe. But because he was an ordinary person, even with a great ideal, the light emanating from him was bright but not dazzling. Still, she felt she had to look up to him.

"Hmm, why is it quiet?"

Watanabe turned back in surprise, seeing Tsunade lost in thought, pondering something.

"Is my bad joke not funny?"

Watanabe scratched the back of his head, thinking it was really hard to please Tsunade.

Fearing he might mess up, he didn't dare tell any more bad jokes and quietly washed the dishes.

Tsunade remained lost in thought.

The more she imagined, the brighter the light around Watanabe seemed to grow.

By the time Watanabe finished washing the dishes, it was already one o'clock, leaving only half an hour until class. The two of them left together.

On the way to the Ninja Academy, Watanabe hesitated several times, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Finally, he steeled himself and boldly made his request, "Tsunade, could I trouble you with something?"

Tsunade's mind was still replaying Watanabe's "great dream," contemplating what kind of person he truly was, and she subconsciously asked, "What is it?"

Could you beat me up? (crossed out)

"Could you spar with me?"

Tsunade was slightly taken aback.

Spar with me? You're no match for me at all; you'll just get thrashed.