Tsunade's Embrace (Parts One and Two)

At the same time, Tsunade walked up to Qingyu.

"You idiot."

"Who told you to stay behind alone?"

Tsunade frowned.

"Sister Tsunade, even if I can't beat them, I can still outrun them. Don't forget, I also know the 'Flying Thunder God Technique'."

Qingyu spoke.

He could sense that Tsunade was somewhat angry.

However, Qingyu understood that Tsunade was showing concern for him.

Having experienced the loss of Dan Katō and Nawaki, Tsunade's capacity to bear such separation and death is actually lower than that of others.

After Jiraiya's death, Tsunade also resorted to drinking to relieve her boredom.

Qingyu suspected that Tsunade might not have already become the Fifth Hokage.

They will probably continue to wander outside the village.

And she, like Shizune, had been with Tsunade for over a decade.

His position in Tsunade's heart goes without saying.

Even the risk of loss was enough to trigger Tsunade's stress response.

You little brat!

Tsunade Earth Flow over and extended her hand.

Qingyu thought Tsunade was going to tap him on the forehead, so he lowered his head a little.

The next second, Qingyu saw Tsunade approaching him.

At close range, Qingyu could see an unfathomable abyss, getting closer and closer to her.

Finally, he was completely engulfed by that thick layer of fat, making it difficult for Qingyu to breathe.

He fell into a warm embrace!

"Sister Tsunade?"

I'll settle the score with you when we get back.

After Qingyu was held in place for several seconds, Tsunade finally released her grip.

Tsunade's tone finally returned to normal, but Qingyu noticed that her face was slightly flushed.

At this moment, the Hyuga Clan ninjas finished counting the number of people and came to report to Tsunade.

The Hyuga Clan ninjas wore expressions of disbelief, and their gazes toward Qingyu were filled with awe.

"Lady Tsunade, the Cloud Village's thousand-strong force has suffered over four hundred casualties, most of whom—"

He paused, then looked up at Qingyu again.

"Most of them were killed by Lord Qingyu."

Tsunade nodded, unsurprised by this result.

After all, Qingyu had been holding off the enemy alone for so long, it's normal that she would have killed so many people.

"I see."

Tsunade nodded.

"I didn't expect you to be so strong, kid."

Qingyu shook her head slightly.

"It's all thanks to Sister Tsunade's excellent training, and they were too complacent."

Qingyu said.

Most of the time, the Fourth Raikage and Killer B were in an AFK state.

Qingyu knew they wanted to gather information about her, but Qingyu was happy to oblige.

This period is a good time for him to kill more Cloud Village, which might trigger some special traits.

Kakashi walked over from a distance, with Yūhi Kurenai and Hyuga Ginka following behind him. Yūhi Kurenai's eyes were still a little red, but she breathed a sigh of relief the moment she saw that Qingyu was safe and sound.

"Qingyu!"

Yūhi Kurenai ran over quickly.

Are you alright?

"Fine."

Qingyu smiled at her.

Yūhi Kurenai stood in front of him, opened her mouth, and finally just nodded vigorously.

"Next time, I won't leave first."

"Good."

Qingyu smiled.

Nara Shikaku walked over, looking relaxed.

"The Cloud Village has retreated; we have won this battle."

He looked at Qingyu, his eyes filled with emotion.

"One person held off thousands and even fought the Fourth Raikage to a draw— Qingyu, how are we old guys supposed to live?"

"Shikaku."

Qingyu shook her head.

"It's thanks to everyone's timely arrival that I could have held on for much longer."

Nara Shikaku smiled and didn't press the matter further.

He patted Qingyu on the shoulder and turned to arrange the aftermath.

Minato Namikaze stood not far away, watching Qingyu's retreating figure, a relieved smile on his face.

"Qingyu."

He walked over, his golden hair gleaming in the sunlight.

You've grown up faster than I expected.

Minato Namikaze spoke first.

Qingyu exchanged pleasantries with Minato Namikaze and took the opportunity to ask some questions about the "Flying Thunder God Technique".

Minato Namikaze naturally answered all of them.

Ten minutes later, the group headed towards the campsite.

Behind them, Konoha Ninja were cleaning up the battlefield and carrying their wounded comrades onto stretchers.

Konoha Camp, the wounded soldiers 'Camp Tent.

Stretchers were laid out in rows on the ground, and the wounded lay or sat, their bodies wrapped in blood-soaked bandages.

The medical-nin moved quickly but orderly between the stretchers, their Mystical Palm Technique emitting a soft green light.

When Qingyu lifted the curtain and went inside, the nearest medical-nin all looked up at the same time.

"Lord Qingyu!"

A young female medical-nin paused for a moment, then quickly moved aside.

"Why are you here? You just fought with the Cloud Village ninjas, didn't you? You should get some rest—"

She didn't finish her sentence.

Qingyu knelt down beside the nearest wounded soldier, placing his right hand on the man's chest, which was Lightning Style. "The Chakra of the Mystical Palm Technique" surged from his palm.

"It's alright, let's heal everyone first."

Qingyu said.

The wounded man was a young Chunin with a charred wound running from his left shoulder to his chest.

His consciousness was already somewhat blurred, and his lips were pale.

"Qingyu ----Sir----"

The Chunin's lips moved.

"Don't speak."

Qingyu's "Mystical Palm Technique" moved slowly across the wound, green Chakra seeping into the charred muscle tissue and promoting cell regeneration.

The medical-nin beside him was so engrossed in watching such superb Chakra control techniques that he almost forgot about his own work.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"Lord Qingyu's Medical Ninjutsu is in no way inferior to Lady Tsunade's."

"What are you talking about? Lord Qingyu was personally trained by Lady Tsunade."

Whispers rippled through the Camp Tent.

The wounded lying on the stretchers gradually relaxed their faces, which had been tense with pain.

Rin Nohara was also busy in the distance.

Her hands were bandaged as she cleaned the wound of a ninja with an abdominal injury.

Her short brown hair was tied back, revealing her fair, smooth nape.

But whenever she had a break after a busy day, her gaze would unconsciously rise, passing over the stretcher and the crowd, and land on Qingyu.

From behind.

Rin Nohara bit her lower lip.

She quickened her pace, and after cleaning the wounds of one of the injured, she stood up and walked towards Qingyu.

"Qingyu."

Rin Nohara spoke.

"Lin?"

Rin Nohara walked up to him.

She reached out, gently tugged at his sleeve, and pulled him two steps from beside the stretcher toward the tent flap, lowering her voice.

"You just finished a tough battle, your Chakra was so depleted, and now you're using Medical Ninjutsu— "

Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her tone carried a hint of resentment.

"That will harm your health."

Qingyu looked at her.

Rin Nohara was sweating profusely from exhaustion, which made her originally delicate face look even more adorably disheveled.

She pursed her lips, her gaze serious, as if she were talking about something very serious.

Qingyu slightly curled the corners of her lips.

Is Lin worried about me?

Rin Nohara's fingers tightened slightly around his sleeve.

"Of course I'm worried, you are—"

"It feels like it's more than just a friendship."

Qingyu's voice wasn't loud, but the Camp Tent wasn't particularly noisy to begin with, so the medical-nin and the less seriously injured soldiers nearby all heard it.

Their gazes turned towards them, filled with curious smiles.

Rin Nohara's face quickly turned red under those gazes.

She loosened her grip on Qingyu's sleeve and lowered her head.

"I—I went to help."

She turned and walked quickly toward the nearest stretcher, her steps so fast it was almost like she was running away.

When she reached the stretcher, she knelt down and began to treat the wound, her movements even more focused than before, though you could see from the side that her ears were still bright red.

Qingyu watched her retreating figure, smiled, and stopped teasing her, turning back to continue treating the wounded.

[Collectible Trait Detected: Battlefield First Aid]

[D-Rank Trait: Battlefield First Aid]

[Effect: Increases the speed of performing Medical Ninjutsu in emergency situations by 30%.]

[Crafting: Successfully healing one hundred wounded soldiers in a battlefield environment will upgrade this trait to a higher level.]

[Collectible trait detected: Kenjutsu Resistance]

[E-Rank Trait: Kenjutsu Resistance]

[Effect: Increases resistance to sword damage by 10%.]

[Crafting: Withstanding five sword attacks will upgrade this trait to a higher level.]

[Collectible trait detected: Calming the Wounded]

[E-Rank Trait: Calming the Wounded]

[Effect: Increases the speed at which the injured person's emotions stabilizes by 10%.]

[Crafting: Soothe one hundred wounded soldiers; this will upgrade the trait to a higher level.]

Several lines of text popped up in Qingyu's field of vision. He glanced at them and saw that they were all E-level and D-level traits, mostly from the wounded soldiers he was treating.

Although these traits are not high-level, they are practical, especially [Battlefield First Aid] and [Calming the Wounded], which will be of great use in future battles.

He closed the panel and continued with his work.

After the last wounded soldier's wounds were treated, Qingyu straightened up and stretched her stiff shoulders.

Most of the wounded soldiers in the Camp Tent had already fallen asleep, their breathing was steady, and their complexions were much better than before.

Several medical-nin were still finishing up when they saw Qingyu stand up, and they all nodded to him.

Qingyu smiled at them, then walked towards the tent flap.

Rin Nohara was already waiting outside.

She stood under a tree next to the Camp Tent, her hands behind her back, head down, seemingly lost in thought.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up and saw Qingyu. The blush on her face had mostly faded, but her eyes were still somewhat evasive.

"Qingyu."

"Um."

Qingyu walked to her side and walked with her into the depths of the camp.

A night breeze blew in from the sea, carrying a salty, damp scent.

Several campfires burned in the camp, their Kakkō flickering in the wind.

Are you really okay?

Rin Nohara asked again.

"I have the bloodline of the Senju, and my energy is far greater than that of ordinary people."

Qingyu gestured to Rin Nohara that she didn't need to worry about it.

Is that so?

Upon hearing this, Rin Nohara had no choice but to nod.

She sighed softly.

"Now I understand what Kakashi meant by 'talent'."

"Someone like Qingyu- kun is probably the kind of person Kakashi was talking about—someone with talent that's impossible to catch up with."

Qingyu stopped in her tracks.

Rin Nohara also stopped and turned to look at him.

Qingyu reached out and gently placed her hand on her head.

"Lin is also very talented."

Qingyu smiled slightly.

"Your talent in Medical Ninjutsu is no less than mine; you just need more time."

Qingyu said.

This is not just polite talk, but an objective description.

Currently, Rin Nohara's medical skills are second only to Qingyu's.

Among the new generation, there is no medical-nin more outstanding than Rin Nohara.

Even Shizune is inferior to Rin Nohara.

"Really?"

Hearing Qingyu's praise, Rin Nohara was pleased.

"Of course, why would I lie to you?"

Qingyu said.

He then continued to rub Rin Nohara's little head.

Feeling Qingyu's warm, large hand, Rin Nohara couldn't help but smile.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became somewhat ambiguous.

"Will Hong be sad if I do this?"

Rin Nohara thought to herself.

If she gets closer to Qingyu, Yūhi Kurenai will be sad.

But Rin Nohara clenched her fist.

She didn't want to let go of something that concerned her happiness.

She'll win Qingyu's first kiss sooner or later!

At this moment, Rin Nohara was unaware that Yūhi Kurenai had already walked up to her.

But far, far away, deep underground in the darkness, another pair of eyes is watching all of this.

Graveyard of Mountains.

Madara Uchiha leaned against the Root of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, his withered fingers gently tapping his knees.

He recalled Qingyu's performance from White Zetsu and felt delighted.

"Very nice."

Madara Uchiha said, his face showing undisguised admiration.

Especially when Qingyu grabbed the collar of the unconscious Cloud Village and said, "Do you also want to dance?", Madara Uchiha into laughter.

That statement was exactly what Madara Uchiha wanted to hear.

As an Uchiha, one should have this kind of spirit!

Qingyu's performance even reminded Madara Uchiha of his younger self.

"Izuna ----"

Madara Uchiha's gaze lingered on Qingyu's face for a long time.

He then turned his gaze to the other side of the cemetery.

Qingyu's words were something Obito could never say in his entire life.

After all, Madara Uchiha felt that Obito didn't have the intelligence to say anything sophisticated.

But that's fine, because it makes him easier to control such an idiot.

Obito is doing Rehabilitation Training there.

Obito was gritting his teeth as he did a one-handed push-up, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Madara Uchiha looked at him for a while, then shook his head.

If we don't compare him to Qingyu, Obito's progress is actually quite fast.

From a cripple whose body was crushed by a boulder to being able to regain basic mobility in just a few months, such a recovery speed is considered a miracle in the Shinobi World.

But after Qingyu arrived, Madara Uchiha felt that Obito's slow pace was agonizingly frustrating.

Qingyu is already facing off against the Fourth Raikage.

Meanwhile, Obito was still doing one-handed push-ups, practicing some basic Ninjutsu.

"Obito."

Madara Uchiha's voice echoed in the empty underground cavern.

Obito stopped what he was doing, panting heavily as he looked up at him.

"What's wrong, old man Ban?"

"Your progress is too slow."

Madara Uchiha spoke.

"Compared to Qingyu, you are far inferior."

Obito's expression changed instantly.

He stood up, his right fist clenched, and the corners of his mouth turned down, his face showing an expression of being hit where it hurt.

Qingyu.

It's Qingyu again.

Ever since he arrived in this godforsaken place, Old Man Ban has been comparing Qingyu to him.

This reminded Obito of his time at the Ninja Academy.

Isn't this the classic example of someone else's perfect child?

"Qingyu —can you please stop mentioning him!"

Obito looked unconvinced.