Tsunade's Teachings?

The abundance unfurled under the lamplight was dazzling, and Dongfang Mao could not help but steal a few extra glances.

Dongfang Mao's gaze was candid, lacking any pretense of concealment, and Tsunade caught him immediately.

Feeling that direct, unblinking stare from behind, Tsunade let out an involuntary huff, her red lips curling into a smug arc as a strange sense of satisfaction welled up in her heart.

Yet, the next second, she felt a wave of bashful annoyance; the brat didn't even know how to be subtle about his peeking, and that brazen look made her heart flutter with unease.

Following that, she recalled the earlier incident, and a nameless fire flared up within her once more.

With a flicker of her eyes, a plan formed in Tsunade's mind; since this brat claimed he had never been to such places, she would test his mettle.

Coincidentally, the innkeeper had just gone inside to fetch the keys, leaving them alone with no one else around, so Tsunade tugged at her collar, revealing a blinding expanse of snow-white skin and a deep, abyss-like cleavage, before covering her mouth to sigh.

"Ah! It's such a hot day, and I haven't bathed in so long; I'll definitely have to take a nice, long hot bath later..."

As she spoke, she looked toward Dongfang Mao, a gentle, big-sisterly smile gracing her face.

"Mao, would you like to bathe with me later? I can scrub your back, you know. I hear it's a great way to grow closer~"

"Hm?"

Dongfang Mao was slightly stunned upon hearing this. Was there really such a good deal?

"Is that allowed? Then I'll have to trouble you, Sister Tsunade."

"Of course... not!"

In the next second, Tsunade's gentle smile vanished, replaced by an expressionless mask, followed immediately by a hand-chop that slammed down onto Dongfang Mao's head.

"Ow!"

Dongfang Mao let out a miserable cry, his face contorting in pain.

However, there was not a shred of pity in Tsunade's eyes; she even reached out with cold ruthlessness to grab Dongfang Mao by the ear, hissing in a sinister tone.

"You little pervert, how could you agree so righteously? I bet you've seen plenty, haven't you? And you still dare to claim you've never been to such a place!"

Dongfang Mao, hearing this, hurriedly offered a dry, nervous laugh by way of explanation.

"I've only heard rumors, just rumors! I just happened to hear the brothers chatting about it and felt a bit curious. I honestly thought you were going to teach me, Sister Tsunade!"

"Teach you? You're thinking too—"

Tsunade started to retort instinctively, but she suddenly realized something, her voice trailing off as her expression turned solemn.

She felt this was a matter that truly required attention; she had to provide Dongfang Mao with proper guidance.

If left unchecked, she feared Dongfang Mao might eventually head down a path she did not wish to see.

For instance, that guy who spent every day with his rear end poked out, pressed against the entrance of the women's bathhouse to study his 'materials.'

He had been caught several times, beaten into a pulp by a mob of people, and yet he remained unrepentant—it was simply a headache.

Tsunade did not want Dongfang Mao to turn into that kind of person in the future.

"I truly do need to teach you a thing or two."

Hearing Tsunade's words, it was Dongfang Mao's turn to be dumbfounded.

She was actually going to teach him?

Dongfang Mao suddenly wanted to raise his hand to indicate that he was already self-taught, but seeing the serious look on Tsunade's face, he didn't dare to speak.

Just then, the innkeeper returned with the keys, and Tsunade snatched them up, simultaneously grabbing Dongfang Mao by the collar.

So fast?

Dongfang Mao was caught completely off guard.

"Wait... I'm not ready yet..."

Before his words could even fade, he was dragged stumbling forward by Tsunade.

Only when the "bang" of the closing door echoed did Dongfang Mao snap back to reality, finding himself inside a room filled with the faint scent of sandalwood.

Was it starting now?

Though he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run, and he knew how many men spent their later years weeping in regret.

One by one, on the internet, their resentment was heavier than Sadako's.

So, in this life, for the sake of his health, he had intended to wait until he was eighteen before letting loose.

But now, it seemed there was no room for retreat.

It appeared everything would come to an end today.

Dongfang Mao couldn't help but take a deep breath, his heart slowly beginning to accept reality.

But suddenly, his gaze shifted to the side, and his mouth twitched violently.

He pointed at Shizune, who was standing nearby, and asked.

"Sister Tsunade, in this situation, is it really appropriate for Shizune to be here?"

Tsunade raised an eyebrow at his question.

"Why wouldn't it be appropriate? It's the perfect chance for Shizune to stay and learn a thing or two as well."

Dongfang Mao was stunned by these words, and then a murmur arose in the depths of his heart.

He wondered if having a little girl watching from the sidelines would affect his performance.

"Alright, don't dawdle, let's start now."

So fast!

Dongfang Mao sighed inwardly, then somewhat helplessly reached his hand toward his belt.

Just as he was about to undo it, he suddenly noticed that Tsunade's actions were a bit off.

He saw her take a backpack from Shizune, and then pull out... a book?

Dongfang Mao's expression tightened, and his hand, reaching for his waistband, froze in mid-air.

Tsunade took his hand and led him to the edge of the bed to sit down. Under Dongfang Mao's dazed gaze, Tsunade opened the book, pointed to the content on it, and said solemnly.

"Mao, tonight I will teach you the difference between boys and girls."

Hearing this, the heart Dongfang Mao had been holding in his throat finally died completely.

The next day.

Dongfang Mao sported faint dark circles under his eyes.

Last night, being forcibly dragged by Tsunade into a dry biology lesson without illustrations had been more than he could handle, and he was so depressed he hadn't slept well.

Simply too lazy to go out and bustle about in the streets, he handed the money to Yasuke, who had arrived at the inn early in the morning, and told them to go buy provisions themselves. He then returned to his room, intending to study the ninjutsu training he had shelved due to their journey.

Tsunade had already categorized some basic introductory ninjutsu and handed them over to him.

Among them was the Chakra Refinement Technique unique to the Senju clan.

Basic Chakra Refinement Techniques like this were already very well-perfected in the ninja world; success depended more on a ninja's own understanding of ninjutsu and their physical aptitude.

However, large clans like the Senju, who possessed abundant resources, would adjust and adapt the Chakra Refinement Technique based on the physique of their own clansmen, making it more compatible with them.

Although compared to the standard version, the effect did not reach the level of a qualitative change.

But the speed of cultivation was more or less improved, and the flow of chakra within the body became swifter and smoother; this could be considered one of the benefits of having a powerful clan behind you.

"Extract the life energy contained within the body's cells and the spiritual energy formed through training, then combine the two through hand seals to form chakra..."

At this moment, Dongfang Mao sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slowly closing, silently reciting the clearly remembered content in his heart.

At the same time, his hands moved rapidly in front of his chest, forming seals with fluid, practiced motions.

This was the result of the practice he had squeezed in during his spare time over the past few days.

At first, the room was silent, with only his own breathing clearly audible.

Did I do something wrong?

A flicker of doubt crossed his mind, but soon, a strange sensation quietly surged from the depths of his lower abdomen.

"BOOM!"

As if a spark had fallen into dry firewood, a scorching energy suddenly erupted!

His lower abdomen felt as if an invisible flame had been ignited—hot, yet not painful; instead, it carried a surging vitality.

Before he could even react, this heat flow swept through his entire body like a prairie fire. His blood, muscles, and bones—every inch of his body—trembled and resonated at this moment!

At the same time, deep within his brain, a cool and vast power began to surge, like a lake that had been silent for many years being suddenly stirred.