The warm liquid slid across her throat, bringing a comfortable warmth, and her chaotic consciousness began to gather together little by little.
As the soup water decreases, the brain gradually becomes clearer.
Her hand holding the empty bowl paused.
This feeling is not Shizune?
She turned her head sharply and looked towards the bed.
Against the early morning sunshine, a figure was sitting on a chair beside the bed, looking at her tenderly.
The fiery red Long Hair, the gentle and beautiful face, the diamond-shaped mark on her forehead that she will never mistake...
And that kind gaze that is all-embracing and seems to heal all wounds.
Yes...Grandmother.
Although there were subtle black marks on the body, like cracks in porcelain, that face, that charm...
It's Grandmother!
Tsunade The fingers holding the bowl tightened slightly, and the knuckles turned white.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She just widened her eyes, filled with extreme shock, disbelief, and a hint of cautious fragility, fearing that the eyes before her were just phantoms.
"Milk...Grandmother?"
Finally, a dry, trembling call came out of her throat, so softly that it was almost drowned out by the birds chirping outside the window.
The smile on Mito Uzumaki's face became deeper, it was a kind of tenderness that spanned life and death.
She stretched out her hand and gently stroked Tsunade's messy blond hair, her movements as gentle as treating the most precious and fragile thing in the world.
Her voice was as gentle and gentle as in her memory, with a soothing magic.
"Xiao Gang, have you missed Grandmother?"
A simple sentence, but like a key, instantly opened the gate deep in Tsunade's heart that had been sealed for decades.
All the pretense of strength and legendary Sannin magnanimity fell apart at this moment.
"Ugh..."
A suppressed sob escaped from the depths of his throat, and the bowl in Tsunade's hand slipped and fell on the tatami, making a dull sound.
She almost rushed over and used all her strength to hug the figure of Red Eyes in front of her.
It feels cold to the touch.
Impure World Reincarnation's body does not have the body temperature of a living person, and the feeling of holding it is like holding an extremely real statue with the coolness of an autumn morning.
But it's cold, but it warms Tsunade's heart more than any warmth.
This is not a dream, not a hallucination, it is Grandmother... It is really Grandmother who is back, in this way between life and death.
"Grandmother...Grandmother..."
She buried her face deeply in the crook of Mito's neck, and tears burst out instantly, like floods that broke down the dam, surging out.
She cried without any image, her shoulders shook violently, the grievances accumulated in more than fifty years of life, the pain of losing a loved one, the pressure of being alone, the regret of the past, the confusion of the future...
All the hard shells were shattered by this sudden reunion.
At this moment, she is no longer the all-powerful Sannin Princess Tsunade.
She was just a little Girl who finally found a harbor after a long period of wandering and struggling alone, and could vent her vulnerability to her heart's content. She hugged tightly the Grandmother she thought she had lost forever, and cried out all her grievances.
Mito didn't speak, but just hugged her granddaughter back in her arms equally hard, and patted Tsunade's trembling back with her right hand as gently as possible.
She quietly endured her granddaughter's tears, and used her silent companionship to soothe the pain that spanned a long time.
Tsunade's cry was still low in the room. It was a kind of catharsis that had been accumulated for too long and would be unstoppable once the dam bursts.
At this moment, the door to the room was gently pushed open through a gap.
A head, with a black Long Hair on top, poked through the crack of the door with a dull air.
It is Hashirama Senju.
He seemed completely unaware of the emotional storm going on in the room. He just heard the faint movement and came over naturally.
He blinked twice, and his eyes first fell on the grandfather and grandson hugging each other on the bed, and then fixed on the face of Tsunade, who was crying in a mess, with an undisguised look of confusion and concern on his face.
"Xiao Tsuna is awake?"
This too "ordinary" greeting was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool of surging emotions.
Tsunade, who was immersed in great sadness and joy of reunion, suddenly choked on his cry, his body still maintained the inertia of sobbing, and his shoulders shrugged.
She raised her head stiffly from Mito's arms with tears in her eyes and followed the sound.
When he saw the familiar face at the door with a silly smile, Tsunade's already chaotic brain felt like it had been hammered hard again.
Grandpa... Grandpa?
If we say seeing Grandmother is the catharsis of extreme shock and sadness.
When I saw my grandfather who should have passed away much earlier, and who always seemed to have a heroic laugh and was as reliable as a mountain in my memory, with this kind of...
Well, a bit of a silly way suddenly appeared, Tsunade felt that his emotional processor was completely overloaded.
There were still tears on her face, the tip of her nose was red, and her eyes were a little swollen from crying. At this moment, she was mixed with disbelief, absurdity, and a kind of confusion of "What on earth is going on in this world?"
She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to call out "Grandpa", or maybe she wanted to ask "Why are you here?".
But in the end, he just made a short, nasal gasp.
Mito Uzumaki was also a little helpless by Hashirama's sudden "appearance". She patted Tsunade's back gently and turned to look at the door. Her tone was always gentle, but there was also a hint of being accustomed to her husband's "rudeness": "Hashirama, Xiaozuna has just woken up. Please wait for a while and let the child come in slowly."
Hashirama Only then did he seem to realize that something was not right in the atmosphere.
He looked at his granddaughter whose eyes were red from crying, then looked at his wife with an angry look in her eyes, and scratched the back of her head.
He showed a hearty smile that was a little embarrassed, "Ah haha... Well, I saw that the door was not closed tightly. If I heard the sound, I came over to take a look... Xiaozang, are you okay?"
Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Or are you having a nightmare?"
Tsunade looked at his grandfather's "cute" expression that was the same as in his memory, and then felt the cold but real embrace of Grandmother in his arms. For a moment, he was filled with sadness, shock, absurdity, warmth, and trance...
All the emotions were mixed together like an overturned paint tray, leaving her completely speechless.
He remained sitting on the bed with wet tears on his face, staring blankly at the head that poked his head in at the door, somewhat confused about the situation.
"I'm fine, I'm fine..."
"It's okay. Your second grandfather has gone out. I'll call him back."
Hashirama turned around and left.
"Grandpa, I miss you."
Hashirama stopped moving.
In his memory, not long ago, his little granddaughter was riding on his shoulders and followed him to the gambling house.
Now that his granddaughter is so old, he is at a loss.
"Well, I miss you too, Xiaozuna."