Drunken Tsunade

Ye Ning fell into deep thought.

According to Tsunade, the Second Hokage had actually made the decision to integrate the Senju Clan into Konoha.

Hiss...

How should one put it?

Ye Ning truly admired such a move.

To actually be able to discard a surname that had held glory for hundreds of years, to abandon past prestige, and to willingly allow one's own clansmen to blend in with the commoners.

At the very least, he could not do that.

From this, one could see that the Second Hokage was a true Hokage.

Whether it was creating the Ninja Academy, establishing the Anbu, or setting up the various systems of Konoha, his starting point was always for the sake of Konoha as a whole, rather than the selfish interests of his own Senju family.

He truly held this village in his heart.

Even his actions in monitoring the Uchiha had, to be honest, a certain logic to them.

After all, a clan like the Uchiha was full of lunatics prone to emotional extremes; who knew when someone like Madara Uchiha or Obito Uchiha might pop up and endanger Konoha.

In reality, the Second Hokage treated the Uchiha with equal fairness.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to take Kagami Uchiha as a disciple.

It was just a pity that his two good disciples, the Third Hokage and Danzo, only learned the superficial aspects and never grasped the true spirit of the Second.

Wiping out the entire Uchiha clan...

To think those two idiots could actually come up with that!

The Uchiha might have been prone to emotional extremes, but they hadn't done anything truly outrageous, had they?

Forcing them from the center of Konoha to the outskirts of the village was one thing, but to insist on exterminating them?

Besides weakening Konoha's own strength, was there any benefit at all?

That arm full of Sharingan?

Even if Danzo craved the Sharingan, given his status in Konoha and the Third Hokage's indulgence, he could have always acquired a few pairs.

Even if his methods were despicable, dirty, or needed to be done more discreetly?

Disgusting!

As for why the Senju ninja he had seen earlier in the Senju compound had such a strange expression, Ye Ning finally understood the reason.

The elders and elites of the clan were basically all dead, and a portion of the clansmen had chosen to leave. The remaining ninjas were mostly those who were not particularly strong or were quite young, staying behind merely to guard the mansion that once symbolized their glory.

After figuring all this out, Ye Ning began to get a headache again.

They were drinking out in the open courtyard, and at this rate, Tsunade would definitely end up as a puddle of mush.

So, the problem arose.

How was he supposed to get Tsunade back into the house?

As everyone knew, a drunk person lost the ability of the cerebellum to control body balance, and their entire weight had to be supported by someone else, making them feel heavier than usual.

But he couldn't just leave Tsunade on the ground and go back to his room to sleep, could he?

Hiss... What a headache...

Watching as several more bottles of wine went down her throat, Tsunade's face showed clear signs of intoxication, and her body began to sway uncontrollably.

She was already like this, and she was still drinking!

Just drink yourself to death then!

Although he was feeling resentful inside, Ye Ning's body was very honest. He reached out his hands, wanting to take the wine bottle from Tsunade's grip and tell her to stop.

Who would have thought that Tsunade, already tipsy, would have her eyes light up instantly? She grabbed Ye Ning, who had been keeping his distance, and slurred, "Come, drink with me!"

"I refuse!"

Although Tsunade's actions had closed the distance between them, leaving them pressed tightly together—with his head even sinking directly into those two giant watermelons—Ye Ning clearly had no intention of enjoying it.

Every cell in Ye Ning's body was resisting, yet Tsunade's strength far exceeded his expectations. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape her grasp. In fact, the more he struggled, the tighter the arm locking his neck became.

"Not drinking?"

Why not drink?

Tsunade tilted her head, her face full of confusion.

But having drunk too much, she clearly lacked the capacity to ponder this question. Completely ignoring Ye Ning's resistance, she picked up the wine bottle and poured it toward Ye Ning.

!?

Damn it!

An irritating scent surged into his nasal cavity, and Ye Ning shuddered instantly.

Although the alcohol in the world of the Hokage was quite low-proof—only slightly stronger than the cheap beer of his past life—Ye Ning, who had always been a teetotaler, still coughed violently twice.

"Tsunade! Are you trying to kill me, you crazy woman?! I'm a minor! Minors aren't allowed to drink, do you understand!"

The shout caused Tsunade to pause for a mere second, but it was only a second.

A moment later, the bottle was shoved back toward his mouth.

"Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp."

"Glug, glug, glug, glug."

Another massive mouthful of alcohol was forced down his throat. Unable to break free from Tsunade's restraint, Ye Ning simply gave up struggling.

Just let it be...

I'm tired...

Compared to the physical exhaustion caused by futile struggling, Ye Ning felt even more weary in his heart.

Why did he have to meddle?

Wouldn't it have been better to just let Tsunade fend for herself?

Seeming to sense Ye Ning's utter despair, Tsunade curled her lips in boredom, released her grip, and tossed him aside before returning to her drinking.

Until the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

After finishing the last drop of alcohol, Tsunade finally couldn't drink any more. With a thud, she collapsed straight onto the ground.

Having stayed far away ever since being force-fed by Tsunade, Ye Ning finally gathered the courage to approach her again.

After checking her breathing and confirming she was still alive, Ye Ning vented his frustration by shaking a fist at her flushed face.

In the end, he let his arm drop powerlessly, resigning himself to his fate as he hoisted Tsunade onto his back.

So heavy!

Ye Ning staggered to his feet, feeling the world spin as he carried the dead-drunk Tsunade toward the house.

Some people, perhaps, were simply not born to drink.

Even though he had only been forced to take two sips and had spent a long time recovering on the sidelines, Ye Ning still felt dizzy, not to mention the weight of Tsunade pressing down on him.

He only hoped that the path ahead would be shorter.

Once he dumped Tsunade in her room, he would finally be free!

But as luck would have it, Tsunade wouldn't stay still even in her drunken state. She twisted her body back and forth on Ye Ning's back, her collar shifting up and down, the tips brushing against him intermittently...

!?

What are you doing?

Ye Ning sobered up a bit, his face full of bewilderment.

He couldn't help but feel... an inexplicable protrusion?

Tsunade seemed to be searching for a comfortable position; after rubbing against him a few more times, she finally settled down, pressing her entire body against Ye Ning's back and pinning her soft cushions firmly against him. A warm breath brushed against his ear.

Ye Ning tilted his head, wanting to say something but holding back.

Talking to Tsunade in this state was no different from playing a lute to a cow.

Ye Ning had no choice but to suppress the strange sensations in his heart and dutifully carry Tsunade back to her room...