Qingshui didn't want to comment. He planned to simply be a quiet listener.
Although he thought the topic was dangerous, he was also a little surprised that Tsunade could show this side of herself in front of him.
They hadn't known each other for long, but it was clear that, in Tsunade's heart, he was already someone she felt close to.
But Tsunade wasn't about to let him off the hook. She kept pressing him.
"Don't you agree with me? Anyone who wants to become Hokage is definitely an idiot."
All Qingshui could do was smile wryly. "Lord Tsunade, you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk!"
"I can still drink more!"
At that moment, Tsunade was just like a child. She didn't show even a hint of the poise one would expect from a mature, twenty-eight-year-old kunoichi.
But it was late, and Qingshui could only refuse Tsunade's demand to keep drinking.
"Lord Tsunade, it's time to go home."
Qingshui had drunk a little too, but he was in much better shape than Tsunade. Supporting her as she could barely stand, he paid the bill and left.
They walked out of the barbecue restaurant, and the cool night breeze blew against them, making the air feel chilly.
The wind sobered Tsunade up a little.
But only a little.
She still leaned against Qingshui to keep from falling over.
As he continued supporting Tsunade, Qingshui could feel the pressure of her Heavenly Body.
All he had to do was lower his head slightly, and a glimpse of fair skin came into view, impossible to look away from.
Now that was what you called rich and generous!
By comparison, even the silver moon hanging high in the sky seemed dim.
Who could withstand such a test?
Qingshui hurriedly pushed aside his improper thoughts and took Tsunade back to the Senju Clan Compound.
"Lord Tsunade, you're so late getting home!"
Kushina scolded her instinctively as she opened the door, then immediately looked surprised when she saw Qingshui.
"Huh? Qingshui, why are you with Lord Tsunade?"
Qingshui quickly explained that he'd invited Tsunade to dinner that evening to thank her for teaching him Medical Ninjutsu, then handed Tsunade over to Kushina.
"Oh, I see. No wonder you're so good—you learn so fast. Unlike me, I've been at it for days and still haven't made much progress."
Kushina had been studying Sealing Technique under Uzumaki Mito lately, leaving her no time to go out and have fun.
The last time she'd gone out to visit Mikoto, Mito wouldn't have let her leave if she hadn't had a good reason.
"You're the genius Kushina. With your talent, you'll definitely learn it, so don't get discouraged."
Kushina was an Uzumaki, after all. Sealing Technique shouldn't be a problem for her.
She just hadn't grown into her full potential yet.
"Hmph. That's right. I'm a genius!"
After leaving the Senju Clan Compound, Qingshui suddenly stopped as he walked home.
His Shadow Clone, which he'd sent off to practice Konoha Ryūyanagi, had just run out of Chakra and dispelled itself.
That was right—even though he'd had dinner with Tsunade, he hadn't forgotten to train.
That was one thing that made the Ninja World convenient.
When they had something to do, they could really make clones of themselves.
On the other hand, Konoha Ryūyanagi really was difficult. No wonder it was S-Rank.
After finishing his training, Qingshui was still completely stumped.
He had to keep working to get stronger. With his current strength, how could he make sure he'd survive the Third Shinobi World War?
He'd need at least a ninety-eight percent chance to be safe.
When you focused on getting things done, time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
For that entire month, Qingshui had basically lived a three-point routine.
Every day, he only went between home, Konoha Hospital, and his training spot.
It was monotonous, but it brought good results.
His Chakra had improved considerably, and he'd already reached the small goal he'd set for himself.
[Chakra: C-Rank (11750/100000)]
His Chakra now put him around the middle of the pack among Jonin.
What Qingshui hadn't expected was that reaching B-Rank required at least one hundred thousand Chakra.
That wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
A few days ago, when his Chakra had passed ten thousand and reached C-Rank, the system had rewarded him with a treasure chest.
It was a different kind of reward from an Orb.
When he opened it, he got a Copy Scroll.
As the name suggested, he could use it to randomly copy one ability from a specified target, limited to abilities the target could currently use.
Also, scrolls with special functions like this were all single-use.
So Qingshui still hadn't used it.
First, the Copy Scroll was precious, and there was no telling whether he'd ever get another one.
Second, he could already obtain other people's ninjutsu, making the scroll seem a bit redundant.
But that wasn't actually the case. The Copy Scroll could copy Kekkei Genkai.
That was something Orb rewards couldn't do—at least, the Golden Orb couldn't.
Could the Color Orb do it?
Qingshui didn't know. After all, he'd never received a Color Orb reward.
So, to get the most out of the Copy Scroll, Qingshui would definitely use it on someone with a Kekkei Genkai.
If he managed to copy a Kekkei Genkai, he'd be getting a great deal.
The best-known Kekkei Genkai in Konoha were naturally Wood Style and the Sharingan.
There wasn't anyone with the former in Konoha right now. At this point in time, Yamato might not even have been born yet.
As for the Sharingan, Mikoto had one—Three Tomoe, no less.
And she was someone Qingshui could easily get close to.
But after leaving the hospital, Mikoto had reformed her Ninja Squad, and she'd spent most of the past month away from Konoha on missions.
Qingshui wasn't considering copying the Byakugan.
The Byakugan of the Hyuga Clan held strategic importance in wartime.
But when it came to improving an individual's strength, its potential wasn't as high as the Sharingan's.
Unless it belonged to the Otsutsuki Clan.
More importantly, if he used the Copy Scroll on someone from the Hyuga Clan and copied Gentle Fist instead of the Byakugan, he'd lose out badly.
After all, Gentle Fist needed the Byakugan to be used to its full potential.
"Qingshui, could you do me a favor?"
Mikoto suddenly came to Konoha Hospital and asked Qingshui for help.
"Don't rush. What exactly do you need me to do?"
It turned out that Mikoto's Ninja Squad had taken a C-Rank escort mission that day, to escort a merchant caravan to the Land of Rain.
Everything had been ready for departure, but the client's son had hurt his leg while playing around.
Ordinary people weren't Ninja, and injuries like that didn't heal in a short time.
But the client dealt in food supplies, and if they delayed too long, the goods could spoil and cause him a huge loss.
So the client had requested a Medical Ninja to accompany them and look after his son along the way.
Ninja Squads with a Medical Ninja were already rare, and Medical Ninjas working at Konoha Hospital generally weren't willing to go on missions.
After all, not every Medical Ninja was like Tsunade, able to heal and fight.
That was why Mikoto had come to Qingshui.
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