Want to Join In?

Tsunade had no interest in participating in the discussion of the war, and after submitting her mission report, she dusted off her hands and left.

As night fell, the Konoha Camp gradually grew quiet.

Inside the Medical Tent, Tsunade used the light of an oil lamp to drop a few drops of clear liquid into a deep-purple potion.

The moment the liquids touched, the potion frothed with tiny bubbles before returning to calm.

The deep-purple potion was one that Tsunade had specially prepared for Yūto.

Because Yūto had previously suffered a heart-piercing attack, although Tsunade had saved him after recovering from her Hemophobia, his wounds had just healed and still needed a period of treatment.

As for the clear liquid dripped into the treatment potion, there was a story to it.

It was a kind of potion with side effects that Tsunade had discovered during her early years of research; its side effect was that it made people fall into a deep sleep and difficult to wake up.

"This should be enough..."

She murmured softly, and the sound of patrolling ninja's footsteps came from outside the tent. Tsunade swiftly shoved the test tube aside and acted as if nothing were wrong as she tidied up the medicine cabinet.

"Tch, what am I doing..."

Tsunade covered her face in frustration, not only because she had just added a special drug to the treatment potion, but also because of her inexplicable guilt just now.

She was clearly the head of the medical unit, so what was there to hide?

In other words, it would be weird if she suddenly hid the potion.

Tsunade took a few deep breaths, suppressing the surging heat in her chest.

The image of walking side by side with Yūto during the day kept flashing back in her mind.

His confused expression when he rubbed his lips, his reddened earlobes when talking about dreams-every detail stabbed into Tsunade's heart like a Kunai.

"Lady Tsunade?" A familiar voice came from outside the tent. Yūto lifted the curtain, and the moonlight cast a slender shadow of him behind him. "Are you looking for me?"

Tsunade's hand jerked, nearly knocking over the medicine bottle.

"Ah, yes." She struggled to maintain a calm tone. "Your wounds need a re-examination. Sit over there."

Yūto obediently sat down beside the treatment bed. Tsunade pretended to check the scars on his body, but actually sized him up out of the corner of her eye.

The young man's collarbones were faintly visible at his open neckline, his Adam's apple rolling gently as he swallowed. She suddenly felt her mouth go dry.

He was clearly just a kid; why was he so attractive to her...

"Drink this." Tsunade took the test tube out from her sleeve, her voice lower than usual. "It will promote wound healing."

Yūto took the test tube and drank it down in one gulp without any suspicion.

After finishing it, Yūto opened his mouth wide. "So bitter..."

"Good medicine is bitter."

Tsunade put on a brave face and crossed her arms, the fullness of her chest made even more prominent by the movement.

She saw Yūto's gaze drift away unnaturally, and the corners of her mouth ticked upward of their own accord.

Before Tsunade's voice trailed off, Yūto's eyelids began to grow heavy, and his body pitched forward. Tsunade caught him in time, the young man's body heat transmitting through the fabric and making her heart beat faster.

"Sleep."

She gently stroked Yūto's black hair, watching him sink into a deep sleep with drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, and hurriedly wiped it away.

"You brought this upon yourself..."

She muttered softly, her thumb rubbing the other's slightly parted lips.

The sensation she had deliberately ignored during the day replayed clearly now, and the golden hair falling down as Tsunade leaned over enveloped the two of them in an intimate space like a curtain.

The moment their lips and teeth met, she cunningly channeled a sliver of Chakra.

"I'm just using the Mystical Palm Technique to help this kid heal..."

The fluorescent green glow unique to Medical Ninjutsu flickered at the spot where the two of them overlapped.

"Anyway, you won't know anything..."

Her kiss was more unbridled than before, the tip of her tongue prying open Yūto's unconsciously relaxed teeth, plundering the young man's warm breath.

Yūto, fast asleep, let out a muffled nasal sound, his brows furrowed slightly, but he failed to wake up.

Tsunade's palm stealthily slipped into the collar of his shirt, her palm pressing against the scar on his chest.

The newborn skin still carried a trace of sensitivity, and Yūto's body trembled instinctively, a soft moan spilling from his throat.

"So badly behaved even when unconscious..."

Tsunade lightly nibbled on his lower lip, drawing circles around the scar with her fingertips.

She deliberately used Chakra to stimulate the surrounding nerves, watching Yūto's eyelashes flutter restlessly and his chest heave faster with his breathing.

Outside the tent was Tsukimi.

Because she had skipped her patrol mission during the day, Tsukimi chose to work overtime at night.

Originally, she had planned to invite Yūto along to finish the date that hadn't quite happened last time.

However, after Tsukimi went to Yūto's tent, she found that he had no idea where he had gone.

With no one to keep her company, she had no choice but to patrol all alone.

Rustling restlessness, accompanied by the suppressed laughter of a creeper, reached Tsukimi's ears.

Tsukimi frowned. Who was inside the tent so late?

She glanced at the tent and recognized it as Tsunade's Medical Tent, which stored a large amount of precious medical supplies.

Could there be a spy inside doing sabotage?

Tsukimi pulled a Kunai from her Ninja Tool Pouch and quietly approached the tent; she would never allow an enemy to destroy this place.

Using the Kunai to lift a corner of the tent, Tsukimi took in the scene inside with the aid of the moonlight.

She widened her eyes, unable to believe everything she was seeing.

Lady Tsunade was actually a pervert!

Shocked and angered, she lowered her voice and shouted, "Lady Tsunade, what are you doing!"

"Why is Yūto-kun in your tent!"

Inside the tent, Tsunade sprang up as if electrocuted, her long golden hair sweeping across Yūto's moisture-glinting lips.

The moment their eyes met, she instinctively covered her eyes, how she wished she had simply been caught in a Genjutsu.

Tsunade wiped the corner of her mouth, suddenly catching sight of Yūto's wide-open chest.

She scrambled in a fluster to pull her lab coat over him to cover him up.

An indescribable awkwardness permeated the entire tent.

"I, I can explain..."

Tsunade felt extremely awkward right now, the tips of her ears red as blood; she currently felt like a bad child who had stolen someone else's toy, caught red-handed by the owner.

Tsukimi's hand gripping the Kunai trembled slightly, her cheeks flushed red with anger and shame. "Lady Tsunade! How could you do such a thing to Yūto-kun!"

Tsunade hurriedly gathered her disheveled collar, attempting to use the dignity of Konoha's chief Medical Ninja to mask her guilt. "Ahem... This is a special Chakra healing technique! It requires... uh, mucosal contact conduction..."

Halfway through her sentence, she choked on her own words. Although Tsukimi was not a Medical Ninja, her excuse was equally pathetic.

She glanced at Tsukimi's cheeks, flushed red with anger, took a deep breath, and suddenly grabbed Tsukimi's wrist, lowering her voice as if possessed by a ghost. "...Why don't you join in too?"

"What--?!"

Tsukimi's gasp was muffled by Tsunade's hand; she must not let anyone hear.

The young girl's eyelashes fluttered violently, her gaze shifting back and forth between the unconscious Yūto and Tsunade. She bit her lip in inner turmoil for a long while, and finally nodded imperceptibly.

Leaning close to Yūto's sleeping face, Tsukimi closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling nonstop, her emotions extremely unsettled.

BOOM!!!

A blinding flash of fire suddenly erupted in the northwest of the camp, the shock wave causing the Medical Tent to shake violently.

Tsukimi was furious; the explosion meant she had no idea whether she had managed to kiss him or not.

But there was no time to worry about that now-the enemy had come.