"Lady Tsunade."
Tsunade, bent over her desk, heard Shizune's soft voice and looked up, a hint of affection flashing deep in her eyes.
As the niece of her former boyfriend and the only family he had left in this world, Tsunade had poured all her guilt and regrets toward Dan Katō onto Shizune.
Though she never said it aloud and did not show it too clearly through her actions, that was the truest thought in her heart.
Seeing the fine sweat covering Shizune's forehead and her slightly flushed, adorable face, Tsunade frowned.
"What? Was the Corpse Collection Squad too tiring?"
Shizune hurriedly shook her head, a smile curling across her lips. "Not at all. The captain is a very responsible person. I learned a lot from him."
Thinking of the knowledge and ideas she had absorbed from Qifeng throughout the day, Shizune felt that she was gradually becoming a qualified ninja.
She was different from the others her age.
The others attended the Ninja Academy and became qualified ninja step by step through formal instruction.
But Tsunade had taken her out of the village at an early age. Under Tsunade's guidance, she had learned the knowledge and abilities of a ninja, as well as quite a few medical ninjutsu techniques.
But she had only spent time with Tsunade, who was always hanging around gambling halls. How much common ninja knowledge could she really learn?
Today, she had learned a great deal and gained even more.
Although Captain Qifeng had extremely high standards for cleanliness in the morgue tent and would not overlook even the tiniest speck of debris, leaving her busy for a long time with cleaning alone—
In her eyes, Qifeng was teaching her what she needed to master as a corpse collector.
He seemed strict on the surface,