Intimate Contact-Just How Intimate Was It? (First and Second Update, Two More to Come)

Samui's next words caused everyone in the hall to pause slightly in surprise.

"You people from Cloud Village came to the Land of Demons just to fight Qingyu?"

Samui ignored Obito; her gaze remained fixed on Qingyu.

Qingyu looked at Samui, then turned to Tsunade after a moment.

"Sister Tsunade, I also want to see the strength of ninjas from other villages."

Tsunade crossed her arms and sized up Samui.

"Alright."

Tsunade.

"It'll be good to stretch our muscles a bit. There's no rush to set off anyway, but don't get injured. We might have to deal with those terracotta warriors."

Minato Namikaze smiled and nodded, saying, "I'm also looking forward to this match."

The Chunin Ninja Exams are coming up soon.

Those who were brought out to carry out missions might just be geniuses from Cloud Village.

Miroku looked at them, thought for a moment, and did not stop them.

After all, she was also curious about what would happen.

As a priestess of the Land of Demons, she spends most of her time within the Land of Demons and rarely ventures out.

Therefore, even regarding ninjas, our understanding is actually not very extensive.

Upon reaching the open space, Samui said, "Be careful."

Samui drew his dagger.

Most of the ninjas in Kumogakure are skilled in Lightning Style and swordsmanship.

Samui was no exception.

She took the initiative to spar with Qingyu this time because she wanted to see if Qingyu's strength was as rumored.

Cloud Style - Flying Blade!

The moment she leaped into the air, the Lightning Style Chakra around her short sword transformed into an arc-shaped lightning blade, tearing through the air and slashing towards Qingyu.

Qingyu's expression remained unchanged, Chakra light blade of the Sword of the Thunder God instantly condensed.

He pushed off with his feet, swinging his knife faster than Samui.

Uchiha Style: Flame Flash!

The fiery slash and the lightning blade collided in mid-air and exploded with a deafening roar.

Is it possible to strike back after the opponent has acted?

Samui frowned.

The arcs of electricity she unleashed were far faster than ordinary Ninjutsu.

Surprisingly, Qingyu was able to block it.

"You're still too slow."

The Three-Tomoe Sharingan slowly appeared in Qingyu's eyes.

The powerful dynamic vision granted by the Sharingan allowed Qingyu to see Samui's every move clearly.

Moreover, his superior physical abilities and lightning-fast reflexes allow him to keep up with those eyes and perform the corresponding movements.

"Slow?"

Hearing Qingyu's sarcasm, even the usually aloof girl showed a hint of anger.

She immediately stepped back, her hands quickly Hand Seals.

Lightning Style Chakra condensed into a blazing ball of lightning in his palm and shot towards Qingyu.

Lightning Style: Lightning Ball!

"Lightning Style— "

As Qingyu watched the lightning ball approach, an idea suddenly occurred to her.

He channeled his Lightning Style Chakra into the Sword of the Thunder God, causing arcs of electricity to crackle across the blade's surface.

Just as the lightning orb was about to strike him, he swung his sword to meet it.

Lightning Style: Lightning Return!

The Setsuna the blade made contact with the lightning ball, the violent arc of electricity flowed along the blade and was redirected by Qingyu, striking back at Samui.

"What?!"

Samui was shocked and awkwardly dodged to the side.

How did you do that?

Hyuga Ginka couldn't comprehend how someone could reflect Ninjutsu back.

"Ordinary weapons couldn't do that—"

Minato Namikaze seemed lost in thought.

"But the Sword of the Thunder God only has a hilt; the blade itself is made of Chakra. Qingyu infused it with Lightning Style Chakra, fusing it with Samui's lightning sphere, which allowed him to bring it back smoothly."

Toroi's eyes narrowed.

The ninjas of Konoha are truly exceptionally talented.

Samui's initiative to spar with Qingyu was partly at his behest.

The battles of ninjas are also wars of intelligence.

Therefore, intelligence gathering is also a necessary step.

Especially among ninja villages, intelligence on geniuses is even more crucial.

"Aren't you Cloud Village? What are you hiding for?"

Qingyu softly.

Samui's delicate face gradually turned serious.

She took a deep breath, extracted her Chakra, and then flashed away.

Cloud Style ·instant!

She leaped up and slashed at Qingyu, her sword strikes continuous and relentless, one strike after another, so fast that they left several afterimages in the air.

"A bit flashy."

Watching Samui's constantly waving afterimages, Qingyu felt there was no threat.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly and slashed out!

Strength of a Hundred!

Samui's dagger touched Qingyu, sending him flying.

Samui's body trembled, and his hand quivered.

What incredible strength!

"He has such great strength."

Samui had no choice but to abandon his short sword, Hand Seals as he prepared to unleash Ninjutsu.

However, Qingyu's figure suddenly vanished before Samui's eyes, transforming into countless sword shadows.

Leaf Village Style: Willow!

The next moment, a sword was firmly pressed against his neck.

"I surrender."

Samui put down the dagger.

She was somewhat frustrated.

When she came, she thought that she might be somewhat inferior to Qingyu.

But I didn't expect it to be this big.

Qingyu defeated her so easily; it was practically effortless.

[Collectible Trait Detected: Cloud Style Ninja Tips]

[D-Rank Trait: Cloud Style Ninja Tips]

[Effect: Enhances Lightning Style talent by 30%.]

Qingyu sheathed her sword.

Actually, when they said sheathed the sword, they simply put the hilt into Qingyu's Ninja Tool Pouch.

After all, the blade of Sword of the Thunder God will dissipate once Chakra is not infused into it.

"Shall we have a second round?"

Qingyu wanted to see if she could continue to refresh the trait.

"No need."

Samui bit her lip.

Qingyu is handsome, but why does he speak in such an infuriating way?

If she had been evenly matched and almost lost, it would have been fine.

They lost so quickly; even if they came back, what suspense would there be?

If you can't beat them, you can't beat them.

"It's okay, I believe you'll become stronger in the future, and I'm waiting for your challenge."

Qingyu shook her head.

Tsunade crossed her arms and nodded in satisfaction. "Come back, Qingyu."

The priestess Miroku stood in front of the main hall and witnessed the outcome of the battle between the two.

Her gaze lingered on the Konoha people for a moment, then turned to the Cloud Village, and she had already made her judgment.

It seems that the ninjas of Konoha are much stronger than those of Cloud Village?

Night.

Qingyu went to Tsunade to ask when he could learn the "Strength of a Hundred Technique".

"Learn 'Ninja Art: Creation Rebirth' first, kid."

Tsunade tossed a scroll to Qingyu.

Qingyu took it.

"Creation Rebirth ----"

However, the number of times human cells can divide is limited. Creation Rebirth accelerate cell division, and using it too frequently will shorten one's lifespan.

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Tsunade warned.

If cells could divide indefinitely, humans would live forever.

Unfortunately, there is currently no Medical Ninjutsu that can extend a ninja's lifespan.

Tsunade's interest lay elsewhere, and she had not studied it in depth.

"Understood."

Qingyu nodded.

This technique is essentially equivalent to Hashirama Senju's passive skill, "Seal-less Healing Seals".

Qingyu estimated that, given his current level of Medical Ninjutsu, it would take him about two to three months to learn Creation Rebirth.

However, now that we have the foundation of "Yin Seal" and the added bonus of B-Rank Trait such as [Cell Activation], this time should be able to be shortened even further.

"Oh, right, Sister Tsunade."

Qingyu looked up and suddenly remembered something else.

Do you have any scrolls for advanced Sensory Ninjutsu? I want to learn one.

"Advanced Sensory Ninjutsu?"

Tsunade raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Haven't you learned enough? Swordsmanship, Genjutsu, Water Release, Fire Release, Medical Ninjutsu, Sealing Technique, and now you want to learn sensory perception?"

"It's never a bad thing to learn more."

Qingyu answered without changing her expression.

Unfortunately, to upgrade the [Malice Perception] trait, I need to learn an advanced Sensory Ninjutsu.

Tsunade stared at him for a while, then sighed.

"I don't have any. Sensory Ninjutsu isn't my forte. Jiraiya, on the Jiraiya, does have one. It's a technique that allows him to create a barrier to sense the enemy's movements. What's it called again—'Barrier: Heavenly Canopy Formation'."

Tsunade thought about it carefully.

He continued, "However, he's not in the village right now. Once this mission is over and we return, I'll contact Jiraiya and have him give you the scroll."

"Thank you, Sister Tsunade."

Qingyu memorized the name.

"Barrier: Heavenly Canopy Formation" is Sensory Barrier that Jiraiya used in Amegakure in the original work. It can open a hemispherical sensory space, and the movements of all enemies within the range cannot be hidden.

This skill is of a high level; it should be more than enough to upgrade the [Malice Perception] trait.

Is there anything else?

Tsunade picked up her teacup and took another sip.

"Have."

Qingyu stood up and walked behind Tsunade.

"Let me give Sister Tsunade a shoulder massage."

Tsunade holding the teacup.

She turned her head and glanced at Qingyu out of the corner of her eye, her brown-gold eyes showing a hint of surprise.

"Hey, did the sun rise in the west today? When did you become so proactive, you little rascal?"

"Sister Tsunade has always taken care of me; it's time for me to take care of Sister Tsunade occasionally."

Qingyu's tone was calm and normal, and as he spoke, he placed his hands on Tsunade's shoulders.

Tsunade's shoulders were rounded, and the neckline of her loungewear was slightly open, revealing her fair and smooth skin and delicate collarbone.

He began to apply force slowly.

Tsunade let out a soft hum.

"Hmm----here----use a little more force----"

Qingyu adjusted her pressure, pressing her thumb upwards along the meridians on both sides of her cervical spine.

He is an expert in human anatomy and knows which acupoints are most prone to accumulating fatigue and which muscle groups can be relieved to the greatest extent after being pressed.

Tsunade tilted her head back slightly.

"Your technique is even better than before."

Tsunade's tone carried a hint of satisfaction, and she gradually relaxed.

Her shoulders were no longer stiff; her muscles softened little by little under Qingyu's pressure, and the warmth from the renewed blood flow spread along her meridians to her limbs.

Qingyu did not answer, and continued massaging intently.

Half of his attention was focused on the acupoints under his hand, while the other half was on the system panel.

The trait that requires close contact with Tsunade to level up—just how close is that contact to trigger?

Meanwhile, deep within the shrine's inner chamber.

Miroku sat on the edge of the bed, holding a wooden comb in his hand, combing his daughter Shion's soft, chestnut-brown hair.

Shion is at the age where she is most clingy.

She was wearing a small white nightgown, sitting in front of her mother, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed and swinging back and forth.

"Mother, are those ninjas here to help us?"

Shion tilted her head back, blinked her eyes which were exactly the same as Miroku's, and asked curiously.

"Um,."

Miroku's voice was gentle, and the comb in his hand stopped at the tip of Shion's hair.

Are they very capable?

"Very impressive."

--

Miroku smiled, placed the comb on the bedside table, and reached out to pull Shion into his arms.

"Alright, time to sleep."

"My mother sleeps with me."

"Good."

Miroku gently patted Shion's back, humming an ancient song that had been passed down for thousands of years in the Land of Demons.

Shion's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and soon she began to breathe evenly.

Miroku gazed at his daughter's sleeping profile, gently brushing his fingertips across her forehead and tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Then, she lay down next to Shion and slowly closed her eyes.

She had a dream.

There is darkness in my dreams.

An overwhelming darkness surged forth from the sealed land deep within the Land of Marshes, transforming into countless pitch-black tentacles that entangled the entire Land of Demons.

She stood in front of the shrine's main hall, surrounded by guards lying sprawled on the ground.

Their bodies were pierced by the undead legion.

"Miroku ---- Miroku ----"

A voice called to her from the darkness.

That was the voice of Mōryō.

"Do you think you can stop me by bringing in Konoha ninjas? Do you think this generation's priestess can do what all the previous priestesses couldn't?"

A pair of enormous, scarlet eyes opened in the darkness.

Those eyes were larger than the moon, and contained no pupils, only surging Dark Chakra.

"I will reclaim my physical body, and then the entire Shinobi World will kneel at my feet—"

The scene suddenly shifts.

As the darkness receded, she saw herself.

Another version of myself, or rather, my future self in the next few days, is being carried on the back of a black-haired boy, speeding along a rugged mountain road.

The boy's black hair was blown back by the wind, revealing a handsome profile. There was a diamond-shaped mark on his forehead, and his eyes were scarlet, with three Tomoe slowly rotating in his pupils.

It's Qingyu.

The Konoha Ninja had spoken with her in the main hall during the day.

He carried her on his back, through a dense rain of arrows, the light sword in his hand, formed from Chakra, slicing down every single arrow aimed at her.

Behind him were two other ninjas: a white-haired boy and a blonde, blue-eyed female ninja.

In front of the stone gate stood a tall man, his body shrouded in dark Chakra.

Then Miroku was surprised to find that Qingyu's Chakra was the same as hers, and could suppress the Mōryō to some extent.

Miroku's eyes widened.

How could he—

The video suddenly stopped here.

Miroku suddenly opened his eyes, sat up in bed, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breathing was rapid, and the back of her pajamas was soaked with cold sweat.

"Aaaaaah!"

She let out a suppressed scream.

"Miko-sama!"

The door to the bedchamber was suddenly pushed open, and several guards rushed in, wielding spears.

"No, it's nothing, you may all leave."

Miroku a deep breath, forcing his voice to regain its composure.

The guards exchanged glances, their eyes still filled with worry.

Shion was awakened by the commotion.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked vaguely at her mother's pale face.

"Mother—what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just a dream."

Miroku pulled Shion back into his arms, gently patted her back, and soothed her back to sleep.

But she herself could not calm her emotions no matter what.

Every priestess possesses the ability to foresee the future. She can foresee the deaths of those around her in her dreams.

This ability cannot be actively controlled or turned off; it is like a mirror, faithfully reflecting everything that may happen in the future.

From childhood to adulthood, she has foreseen the deaths of far too many people.

Every prediction came true precisely, without exception.

It was these recurring tragedies that made her more mature and more silent than her peers.

The Mōryō will strike first.

The Terracotta Army will arrive at the shrine sooner than they expect.

Her guards suffered heavy casualties.

And the person who saved her----

It was that Konoha Ninja named Qingyu.

Miroku closed his eyes, trying hard to recall every detail he had seen in his dream.

But the edges of the dream had begun to blur, leaving only the image of the black-haired boy carrying her as they sped away.

"Lord Miroku, is another one of us going to die?"

One of the guards asked.

They all knew about the priestess's abilities.

But each of them was prepared to die for the priestess.

Miroku remained silent for a long time.

"----yes."

She finally nodded.

But this time, perhaps not.

The head guard was silent for a moment, then spoke solemnly, "My lady, what exactly did you see?"

Miroku lowered his head and looked at Shion had fallen asleep again in his arms.

The little girl's cheeks were rosy, her eyelashes were long and thick, and a faint smile lingered at the corners of her mouth.

She had no idea what kind of fear her mother had experienced in her dream.

"The Mōryō will attack this place."

Miroku opened his mouth.

"Tomorrow morning, inform the ninjas that we're heading to the Land of Marshes ahead of schedule."