Advantage is Mine

Tsunade raised an eyebrow. Shizune felt touched and was dying to know, yet she felt embarrassed: "Um, this should be considered a secret technique, right? Is it really okay for you to tell me?"

Tsunade was speechless as she listened.

Genma smiled: "It's just a bit of training insight. Shizune, you often share your own training insights with me too, so it's no problem."

Watching the two of them being all lovey-dovey, Tsunade grew impatient: "Stop yapping, just say it!"

Such terrible patience.

Genma grumbled inwardly, but he didn't teach her directly. Instead, he asked: "Lady Tsunade, have you ever tried to refine chakra using the absolute minimum amount of spiritual and physical energy?"

Tsunade shook her head, then immediately grasped what Genma meant. After pondering it carefully, she nodded: "This method is indeed quite interesting."

Chakra is formed by refining spiritual and physical energy in a 1:1 ratio, but what is the absolute minimum requirement for a single unit of spiritual and physical energy?

I'm afraid not many people have ever thought about it or explored it with such precision.

Tsunade easily realized that if one could achieve that minimum requirement, their control would undoubtedly be top-tier.

Moreover, this would also be beneficial for the later cultivation of Yang-style nature transformation.

"Genma, how did you even think of this? That's amazing!"

Shizune exclaimed in wonder.

Tsunade looked at Genma, feeling that this kid's brain was somewhat different from an ordinary person's.

"Just a flash of inspiration."

Genma explained casually.

In reality, the inspiration came from when he failed to refine chakra from a weed back in the day.

The power contained within a single weed was too meager to be refined into chakra.

Yet, theoretically speaking, if the ratio is correct, it shouldn't be a problem—so it was a human limitation.

While developing his Wood Release Chakra Mode during this period, Genma had been constantly experimenting, and this method for training chakra control had naturally come to him.

To this day, Genma was already able to refine a trace amount of chakra from a tiny weed.

After sharing his experience and techniques, Genma was about to stand up and take his leave, but Tsunade suddenly said: "After the summer break ends, I plan to leave the village and travel for a while. Shizune, I'll leave it to you to look after this guy."

Genma froze.

Leaving?

He turned to look at Shizune, who was keeping her head down; clearly, she had known all along.

Scratching his head, Genma asked: "Lady Tsunade, wouldn't it be better to stay in the village and train?"

"You can look up information, exchange ideas with others, and there's no danger at all."

Tsunade didn't want to explain: "What would a brat like you understand?"

Genma curled his lip in disdain: "I heard Lady Tsunade likes to gamble. You aren't planning to ditch Shizune and go out to..."

Tsunade immediately retorted loudly: "That is absolutely not the case!"

Unfortunately, although her voice was loud, it sounded a bit hollow.

She did indeed want to go out and gamble a bit, clear her head, and get some fresh air.

Recently, the Third Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen had been urging her to take a position at Konoha Hospital.

But as it happened, she had developed Hemophobia.

Coupled with the resentment in her heart, she didn't want to stay in the village.

Genma roughly understood Tsunade's state of mind, but he could only pretend not to, merely showing a look of contempt: "Lady Tsunade, of course I will take care of Shizune, but don't forget, I'm just a kid too."

"Besides, I can't replace Lady Tsunade."

Shizune hurriedly tugged on Genma's sleeve: "Genma..."

Tsunade's face flushed, feeling even more guilty, and she glared at Genma: "You wretched brat, you talk too much!"

Genma spread his hands.

He was just a little kid right now, and it was hard to find a good way to persuade Tsunade, so he could only resort to moral pressure.

And believe it or not, it was quite effective—Tsunade was already fuming.

After thinking for a moment, Genma continued his assault: "Lady Tsunade, as the granddaughter of the First Hokage and the Second Hokage, a student of the Third Hokage, and one of the Legendary Sannin, shouldn't you inherit the Will of Fire? How can you be so lazy?"

Tsunade couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Genma continued with his high-sounding rhetoric: "Don't tell me Lady Tsunade doesn't want to become Hokage?"

Tsunade curled her lip: "Only an idiot would want to be Hokage; I have absolutely no interest in it!"

Genma looked heartbroken: "How can Lady Tsunade say such a thing?"

"You are the person I admire most, yet you've become so degenerate!"

"You have truly disappointed me!"

Tsunade's face turned black.

Shizune hurriedly grabbed Genma, fearing he would get beaten up; Lady Tsunade's temper was not exactly mild.

Crack, crack.

Tsunade clenched her fists, staring Genma down.

Genma straightened his expression decisively: "Lady Tsunade, let's make a bet!"

He had brought out his trump card!

However, Tsunade was indifferent: "I don't bet with brats."

Genma immediately provoked her: "I bet that Lady Tsunade will never be able to beat me!"

Tsunade's brows shot up: "And if you lose?"

Gamblers really couldn't help themselves.

Genma smiled: "If I lose, once I graduate, sixty percent of my mission commissions will go to Lady Tsunade forever."

Losing was impossible.

But what if?

If he did happen to lose, he would just consider it handing over his paycheck.

Tsunade was very tempted.

This kid had great talent; as long as he didn't die young, he would at least become a Jonin.

Sixty percent of his mission commissions meant she would never be short on money again.

As for losing?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

She couldn't lose even once in a hundred tries?

The advantage was hers!

Seeing Tsunade's expression, Genma knew she was hooked and immediately extended his right fist.

Tsunade looked puzzled, and Genma chuckled: "Let's start with the simplest: Rock, Paper, Scissors!"

Tsunade scoffed: "Kid, you're going to lose for sure!"

At this, Shizune whispered a reminder: "Lady Tsunade, what if you lose?"

Tsunade glared at her, then huffed: "If I lose once, I can grant this brat one reasonable request, like teaching him a ninjutsu or something."

Genma agreed instantly: "No problem, let's start!"

As he spoke, he hid his fist behind his back.

Tsunade did the same, their eyes locking as invisible sparks flew between them.

The next moment, they both threw their hands out.

Genma had scissors, and Tsunade had paper.

"Again!"

Tsunade snapped.

They continued.

The second time, Genma threw paper, and Tsunade threw rock.

Then the third time, the fourth time...

Tsunade went from full of confidence to utter disbelief, moving from sitting to standing.

Shizune gasped inwardly: Lady Tsunade hasn't won a single time; how is Genma doing this?

After ten rounds, Tsunade's face was as dark as a pot bottom, and she was starting to doubt reality.

If it weren't for Genma's eyes being pitch black, she would have suspected the kid was from the Hyuga clan.

"Let's stop here!"

Genma pulled his hand back: "Ten rounds, but let's just count it as me winning once."

Tsunade was annoyed: "Ten rounds is ten rounds."

"Let's go again, but change the method."

"Let's go outside and have a spar!"

Shizune's eyes widened: Lady Tsunade is being too excessive.

Tsunade knew she was being unreasonable, so she didn't dare look at Genma for a moment and turned her head away.

Genma smiled and stood up: "No problem!"

He definitely couldn't beat Tsunade in a direct clash of raw power, but with the intelligence advantage he held, his odds were not small.

The three of them headed out to the training ground.

The training ground was right at Tsunade's house, just a few steps away.

Looking at Genma across the field, Tsunade said: "Don't worry, I know my limits; I won't hurt you!"

Genma reminded her: "Lady Tsunade, even though I'm just a kid who hasn't graduated yet, don't let your guard down."

Tsunade took this as a provocation and felt a flash of anger: What an unlovable brat!

She decided she would make this kid suffer just a little bit.