Sleepless Tsunade and the Shrinking Distance Between Her and Qingyu (Parts One, Two, and Three)

Qingyu put the mirror and wooden comb back into his ninja tool pouch, then folded the black stockings and tucked them back into the inner pocket.

Although he had no use for these things, there was no reason to throw them away. Perhaps he could tease Mei Terumi with them the next time they met on the battlefield.

Qingyu set the ninja tool pouch in the corner of the low table.

Where should I buy some chakra metal?

Qingyu rubbed his chin.

He suddenly thought of the Ninja Cat Clan, which had been on friendly terms with the Uchiha Clan for generations.

Perhaps I could ask Shisui to buy some chakra metal for me.

Qingyu considered the idea.

Then he would be able to upgrade his traits.

If he evolved every trait to its final form, even he had no idea what kind of ultimate life-form he would become.

He might be able to smash an Otsutsuki with three punches. Sir, I'm from Konoha!

Qingyu took off his flak jacket and lay down on the bed, wearing only his close-fitting dark undershirt.

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually sank into darkness.

The next morning.

Obito emerged from his tent, yawning as he stretched.

He had not slept very well the night before. His dreams had been filled with scenes of himself sweeping through the battlefield while Rin Nohara watched him with adoring eyes. When he woke up, he found his pillow covered in drool, and his chin ached from being pressed against it.

He rubbed his eyes. Several tufts of his short black hair stuck up from being slept on, making him look like a hedgehog that had just woken up.

"Obito, your hair looks like a bird's nest."

Sarutobi Asuma emerged from the tent behind him with