Indra's Results Were Not Ideal

Year 37 of Konoha.

The Second Shinobi World War had fully erupted.

Indra's grades at the Ninja Academy had been far from ideal.

But with war imminent, even though he had performed poorly, he had still received his Konoha forehead protector yesterday and graduated as a genin.

As a transmigrator, he felt that he was probably going to die.

Born with Uchiha blood, he had neither siblings nor parents, no great talent for ninjutsu, and only a handsome face to his name.

A good-looking face alone wouldn't keep him alive on the battlefield!

Even if he survived the Second Shinobi World War, there would still be the Third Shinobi World War, and the Night of the Uchiha Massacre.

Every step was another hurdle. It was practically impossible to survive.

I have to stay alive!

Filled with his usual desperate desire to live, Indra came to Tanzaku Street and rented a room at an inn.

Tsunade was always wandering around Konoha Hospital and the casinos, so whenever he had time, he came here to wait for her.

And sure enough, after doing this repeatedly, he had actually managed to find her. After several years of knowing each other, their relationship was barely passable.

Indra hoped that through Tsunade's connections, he might be able to become a medical ninja or logistics personnel when he went to the battlefield in the future.

Once he made it through the Second Shinobi World War, the Third Shinobi World War, and before the Night of the Uchiha Massacre arrived, he could also seek refuge with Tsunade and leave Konoha. That was a good option too.

That way, even if he lacked strength, his chances of surviving would be quite high.

After renting the room, Indra stared at the clock on the wall and counted the time.

If Tsunade did not come within half an hour, then she probably would not be coming to Tanzaku Street today.

Knock, knock, knock!

Before Indra had even had time to warm his seat, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

The next second, the door was pulled open!

Tsunade appeared before Indra, her light blonde hair framing a charmingly beautiful face.

She wore a white short-sleeved top over black mesh clothing, with a dark blue coat draped over her, concealing her graceful figure.

Seeing that Indra was indeed in the room, delight immediately appeared on her face.

"Uchiha brat, help me out!"

Tsunade formed hand seals with both hands and transformed into a cute blonde girl.

She closed the wooden door, then walked over, hooked her arm around Indra's, and coquettishly said, "Hey, big brother~ It's okay that we secretly ran out to play, right?"

Bang!

A few seconds later, the wooden door was pulled open again, and several burly men entered, glaring ferociously into the room.

Pretending not to notice them, Indra reached out and rubbed Tsunade's little head. "My adorable little sister, your big brother will protect you!"

As though belatedly realizing they were there, Indra immediately looked warily and fearfully at the burly men by the door.

"What do you want!?"

Faced with Indra's question, the men lost some of their intimidation and awkwardly asked, "Little brother, have you seen a blonde big sister?"

"You mean that young, pretty big sister? She went that way."

Tsunade poked her head out, looking utterly innocent as she pointed in a direction.

The burly men's eyes immediately lit up. "Thanks, little sister. Sorry for disturbing you."

They quickly shut the door and hurried in the direction Tsunade had indicated.

Only after seeing them leave did Tsunade let out a breath of relief. "Phew~~ Finally shook them off."

Indra's expression changed as well. He looked speechlessly at Tsunade. "You're in debt again, aren't you? You actually used me as a shield."

"What's wrong with helping me out? You even took the chance to touch my head just now. What a little pervert."

Tsunade changed back to normal and rolled her eyes at Indra.

Indra replied helplessly to that, "Weren't you the one calling me big brother? I was just playing along."

"Oh, forget all that. I have you to thank today, brat. I'll treat you to something good!"

Tsunade casually threw an arm around Indra, her full curves brushing against his cheek.

The wonderful sensation and waves of fragrance instantly robbed Indra of any will to resist.

When the food and wine arrived, he had not even picked up his chopsticks before Tsunade began eating with gusto.

As she ate, Tsunade kept bragging.

"You have no idea, brat. I was this close to winning big just now!"

"So you lost big instead, right?"

"..."

Before Tsunade could even start bragging, Indra punctured it outright.

Facing her resentful gaze, Indra tapped the table. "You're treating this meal too, and I'm paying?"

"Hehe~ Don't put it so bluntly."

Tsunade's slightly tipsy face was flushed red as she scratched her cheek awkwardly.

Then, seeming to remember something, she replied righteously, "Didn't you make quite a bit of money off me? Just cover it for now. I'll pay you back in a couple of days."

"Tsunade, you've said that sixty-two times already."

Indra's single sentence instantly left Tsunade speechless.

She raised her wine cup and pushed it in front of Indra. "Let's not talk about that. Come, have a drink."

Seeing Tsunade trying to muddle through it, Indra was unusually firm this time.

"That won't do, Lady Tsunade. Setting aside the alcohol and meal costs, I've lent you quite a lot of money over the past few years too, haven't I?"

In an instant, sweat trickled down Tsunade's forehead.

She had nearly forgotten that Indra was one of her creditors too!

This kid had never mentioned it before, so why was he bringing it up today?

Realizing this, Tsunade stared straight at Indra and demanded, "Brat, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Lady Tsunade, I've graduated from the Ninja Academy, and I want to find myself a good teacher." Indra frankly voiced his thoughts, while taking the opportunity to flatter Tsunade.

Tsunade raised a brow, instantly understanding what Indra meant.

"You want to be my student?!"

"Besides that, I have a fellow clanswoman named Uchiha Mikoto. I want her to become your student with me."

"You're negotiating terms with me now!"

Tsunade rubbed Indra's head and said irritably, "Dream on. I'm not planning to be a jonin instructor. I'm very busy, okay!"

Were you busy?

Indra was utterly speechless. If Tsunade were busy, he wouldn't have run into her!

"I can forgive all the money you owe me."

Tsunade's heart instantly stirred at those words, but she quickly restrained her greed.

She was the famous Princess Tsunade of Konoha. Could she really be humiliated by such a trifling amount of money?

"Plus half the money I've won at the casino these past few years. Three and a half million ryo in total."

"Deal!!!"

Tsunade eagerly seized Indra's hand and agreed in wild delight.

She truly wanted to refuse, but the money was simply too much.

Just as planned!

Only after settling Tsunade did Indra finally pick up his chopsticks. But before he had taken more than a few bites, she dragged him to the casino for a few rounds.

After losing fifty thousand ryo in one go, Tsunade nearly had to pawn her pants to Indra.

Meanwhile, Indra, who had bet against Tsunade, made a killing of two hundred thousand ryo that night.

"Dammit! Why couldn't I win even once?!" Tsunade sobbed uncontrollably as she sprawled over Indra.

Supporting her plump thigh, Indra quietly reminded her, "Lady Tsunade, don't throw up on me."

"I'm not even drunk, you little brat. Why would I throw up? I just had a temporary setback. I'll win it all back tomorrow..."

The alcohol hit Tsunade, and she fell asleep while babbling nonsense.

Used to it by now, Indra carried Tsunade back to her room and settled her down, then stayed the night in the house as well.

"I'm doing Shizune's job ahead of schedule. It really isn't easy."

Indra wiped away some sweat, feeling thoroughly helpless.

Glancing at Tsunade beside him, wrapped in a blanket with her collar slightly open and her feminine charm on full display, he forced his gaze away.

Indra knew Tsunade was asleep, but she was still alert.

Looking out at the night beyond the window, he sat cross-legged and began refining chakra.

As strands of chakra were extracted from his one hundred and thirty trillion cells and spread throughout his body like blood, part of his chakra vanished as usual.

This had persisted ever since he began refining chakra, keeping his chakra reserves from ever increasing.

Having long grown accustomed to it, Indra noticed something different today.

The stirrings from deep within his soul were becoming increasingly distinct, no longer as utterly motionless as before.

Indra was almost moved to tears. After all this time, the cheat that had devoured his chakra had finally reacted!