Tsunade After Her Bath

A faint lip print had appeared on half of Mirai Uzumaki's face. He stood frozen on the spot, his brain nearly crashing.

Then, in the next instant, a scream tore through the night sky over the Senju Clan Compound.

"Ahhh!—Don't kiss Mirai!"

Kushina sprang up from her chair. Her red hair fluttered despite the lack of wind, like a blazing flame.

She pointed at Tsunade's nose and shouted, "Big Sis Tsunade can't either! Nobody's allowed to kiss him! Mirai is mine... that's..."

She suddenly got stuck halfway through.

"Yours what?" Tsunade raised an eyebrow, her face full of teasing amusement.

"That's... that's..." Kushina opened her mouth several times, but her voice grew quieter and quieter while her face turned redder and redder. Finally, with a muffled "Ugh," she turned and ran, slamming her bedroom door shut with a bang.

The entire table fell silent for two seconds.

Then Mito burst out laughing, nearly spilling the tea in her hand.

Tsunade was stunned for a moment before putting her hands on her hips and laughing so hard she bent over. "Hahaha! This little girl! She's only seven and already knows how to get jealous?!"

Nawaki's eyes widened. He looked at Mirai, then at Kushina's closed bedroom door, before suddenly turning back to Mirai with an expression that clearly said, Brother, how are you this incredible?

"Mirai, you—" Nawaki gave him a thumbs-up. "How old are you? And you've already won Kushina over?!"

"I haven't!" Mirai instinctively denied it, forcing himself to look as though getting kissed once was no big deal.

But the lip print on his face and his slightly reddened ears betrayed him.

Mito set down her teacup. With a smile at the corners of her eyes, she looked at Mirai, then at Kushina's tightly shut door, and gently shook her head.

"Hashirama..." she murmured softly. "Do you see this? This family is getting so lively it can barely contain all these children."

Tsunade was still laughing as she patted Mirai on the shoulder. "Not bad, brat! You don't look like much normally, but who knew you had such charm? Even Kushina has fallen for you?"

"I haven't! She was the one who—forget it." Mirai rubbed the lip print on his face and sighed helplessly. "I'll go get her to eat."

He walked to Kushina's door and knocked softly.

"Kushina, the food's going to get cold."

There was silence inside for quite a while before a muffled reply came. "Hmph, I'm not hungry."

"Then I'll eat your portion too?"

"You wouldn't dare!!!"

The door slid open with a swish, revealing a pair of red-rimmed, watery eyes.

Mirai looked at her, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. "Come on, let's eat. Everyone's waiting for you!"

This was not the time to keep provoking Kushina.

Kushina stared at him for several seconds, then huffed and slowly pulled the door open. As she walked out, she deliberately bumped his shoulder.

"...If someone else kisses you again next time, I'll—"

"You'll what?"

Kushina thought about it and realized there was seemingly nothing she could do. All she could say angrily was, "I won't talk to you anymore!"

"Hahahaha! Okay!" Mirai agreed with a laugh. They could talk about it when someone else actually kissed him, right?

It seemed that kissing her today had left quite a deep impression on the little girl!

When they returned to the dinner table, the atmosphere was still a little strange.

Tsunade didn't care at all. She sat down casually and began shoveling food into her mouth, humming a few lines of some unknown tune now and then.

Holding her teacup, Mito smiled with her eyes as her gaze swept between Kushina and Mirai a few times, but she said nothing.

Nawaki only dared to keep his head down and eat. His status in the family was the lowest, and saying the wrong thing might earn him a beating.

Kushina was in much the same state as Nawaki. She kept her head down and ate throughout the meal without saying a word.

She ate whatever was placed in her bowl, then sat quietly once she was done. She didn't even take more than a couple bites of her usual favorite, tomato scrambled eggs.

Mirai sat beside her and placed a piece of fried pork cutlet into her bowl.

Kushina's shoulders twitched slightly. Then she quietly ate the pork cutlet, though she still didn't look at him.

"I'm full," Kushina said softly as she put down her bowl and chopsticks. Then she got up and returned to her room, closing the door very gently.

Once she had gone far enough away, Nawaki could no longer hold it in. "Sis, just now you—mmph!"

Tsunade shoved a chopstick into Nawaki's mouth, cutting off his unfinished words. "Even eating can't keep your mouth shut?"

"Mmff mmff!" Nawaki struggled to pull out the chopstick and rubbed his mouth in grievance. But when he saw Tsunade's look, he still backed down.

Tsunade wiped her mouth and crooked a finger at Mirai. "Brat, come to my room after you're done eating. There's a reward for you."

Mirai froze for a moment. "What reward?"

"Won't you know when you get there? Stop dawdling."

Mirai put down his bowl and chopsticks, then followed Tsunade into her room.

Mito watched their backs and lowered her head with a soft laugh. Steam from her tea blurred her brows and eyes.

This wasn't Mirai's first time entering Tsunade's room. Last time, he had even enjoyed one of Tsunade's personal massages in there.

"Sit down first. I'm going to take a bath," Tsunade said casually as she tugged at her collar. "I've been running around all day. I'm covered in sweat."

"Okay~"

Mirai sat by the bed with his hands on his knees, behaving himself—at least on the surface.

The bathroom had a partition door. Its upper half was frosted glass, while the lower half was wooden.

The frosted glass let light through but obscured the view, though it couldn't hide silhouettes.

After she went inside, she casually shut the door, and the sound of running water soon followed.

Mirai had originally been looking down at the floor.

But warm yellow light shone through the frosted glass, casting a silhouette onto the door.

The curve before her shoulders, the lines of her arms, and the narrowing curve below her waist—though blurry, everything that should have been there was there.

Moreover, the partition door only reached knee height. The open space below revealed her calves and fair ankles. Droplets of water slid down her skin and splashed into tiny sprays across the tiles.

Mirai felt that his nose was a little itchy.

He silently turned his head to look out the window.

The moonlight outside was bright, shining upon the stone paving in the courtyard and reflecting a hazy white glow.

This angle was perfect. He couldn't see anything, so it was safe.

The sound of water stopped.

The partition door was pushed open, and Tsunade walked out wrapped in a bath towel.

Her wet golden hair draped over her shoulders. Water dripped from the tips, slid down her shoulders, and disappeared beneath the edge of the towel.

The bath towel couldn't contain the enormous curves at her chest, and the overwhelming sight there held Mirai's gaze firmly captive.

She walked over while drying her hair, her entire body radiating the heat of a fresh bath.

Tsunade casually tossed the towel over the back of a chair. Without changing clothes, she simply sat down at the edge of the bed in her bath towel.

She spoke smugly, "Hahahaha, you have no idea. I went to see the old man today and did exactly what you said—propose establishing a medical department first, then threaten to resign if they disagreed.

"Those old geezers' faces turned green. In the end, they still agreed to let me run a trial, starting with three squads."

As Tsunade laughed, the curves at her chest rose and fell dramatically, leaving Mirai staring blankly.