Defeated by His Own Girl

Today's daily training ended a little early.

Because Chishima Chiba and Tsunade relied on their strong constitutions to create two Shadow Clones each to assist with their training.

Hatake Sakumo did not have that luxury. He could only watch Chishima Chiba and Tsunade leave, his eyes full of envy.

But Hatake Sakumo only saw Chishima Chiba and Tsunade's cheat-like training speed, overlooking the bitterness behind it.

Using Shadow Clones to assist training did speed up progress, but the risks rose sharply as well. The exhaustion inflicted on the original body far exceeded that of conventional training methods.

Sure enough, Tsunade had already collapsed from exhaustion.

"Chiba, I don't want to move..."

Tsunade's words were filled with fatigue. She looked utterly drained, and her tightly furrowed brow showed no sign of relaxing.

Rubbing her temples, Tsunade pouted pitifully. "My head hurts so much too. Tomorrow... tomorrow, I'm going to take a proper day off."

But Chishima Chiba shook his head and rejected the idea. "Training is like rowing upstream: if you do not advance, you fall behind. If you are truly too exhausted today, we can reduce tomorrow's training load, but stopping is out of the question."

"What?!" Tsunade stuck out her lips, her face full of displeasure. "Chiba, if it weren't for you today, how could I possibly be this tired?"

"And... I'm so tired that I don't even want to move a single finger."

As soon as she finished speaking, Tsunade stopped walking. She found a large tree to lean against, slowly slid down to the ground, and once she sat down, she had no desire to get back up.

But how could that do?

Chishima Chiba glanced at the still-high sun without saying a word. He directly pulled Tsunade up, crouched down, gave a little lift, and carried her onto his back.

"Ah!" Tsunade lay on Chishima Chiba's back before suddenly realizing what was happening. Her little face flushed red as she spoke hurriedly. "Chiba, what are you doing? Put me down!"

"I'm taking you somewhere to relax."

After saying only that, Chishima Chiba dragged his equally exhausted body forward, carrying Tsunade as he vanished in a flash.

Lying on Chishima Chiba's back, Tsunade felt his not especially broad but very sturdy back. Her heart, like her body bouncing up and down, rose and fell without pause.

At first, she felt a little awkward. But seeing the beads of sweat seeping from Chishima Chiba's temples, Tsunade felt a little sorry for him and could only wrap her arms around his neck to lessen his burden.

But Tsunade had another reason for doing that.

To keep Tsunade from slipping off his back, Chishima Chiba inevitably had to support her thighs. If Tsunade did not cooperate, the hands resting on her thighs might easily end up somewhere else.

Chishima Chiba was actually quite calm and did not think in any other direction. He only felt that Tsunade was soft all over and rather comfortable to carry on his back.

She was just a little heavy.

"Tsunade... eat less from now on."

"Eat less?"

Tsunade did not react at first, but the next second, she exploded. Freeing one arm, she kept tugging at Chishima Chiba's short black hair. She did not quite start cursing, but her tone was extremely agitated.

"You think I'm fat! You actually think I'm fat! Chishima Chiba, you! I'm ignoring you! Put me down right now!"

Tsunade swung around forcefully on his back, throwing Chishima Chiba's steps off balance. He was already exhausted, and after she did that, he nearly dropped to his knees several times.

Smack.

"Behave, or I'll throw you down!"

Chishima Chiba suddenly slapped the pair of thighs he was holding. The soft flesh on Tsunade's thigh rippled back and forth, sending out a lovely wave.

But Chishima Chiba did not get to enjoy the sight. Tsunade immediately fell silent, her leg muscles stiffening at once as she tightly clamped her legs around his waist.

Hiss...

Chishima Chiba sucked in a breath. Tsunade was squeezing too hard, and he felt as if his waist were about to snap. Ordinarily it would not have been a problem, but after overtraining today, his muscles were sore and exhausted. He really could not take that sudden squeeze.

"Chiba... put me down."

After a while, Tsunade finally spoke. Her voice was soft and sweet, completely unlike her usual fierceness.

Chishima Chiba shook his head. "We're almost there." He raised a hand and pointed ahead. "Do you remember that place?"

"I remember."

How could Tsunade not remember? Back then, to get back at Chishima Chiba, she had suddenly attacked while teaching him and shoved him into the river.

The place Chishima Chiba was pointing at was that very little river.

But it would have been better if he had not brought it up. The moment he did, Tsunade exploded again.

"You jerk, Chiba! You actually tricked me back then and splashed me all over!"

As she spoke, Tsunade's little hand reached beneath Chishima Chiba's ribs, pinched a bit of soft flesh, and viciously twisted it.

Hiss...

"Tsunade, you're finished, I'm telling you!" Pain raised goosebumps all over Chishima Chiba's body as he kept making threats. "If you dare do that again... hiss!"

Tsunade did not indulge Chishima Chiba. Her little hand pinched him again, even harder than before.

"Tsunade, I'm going to fight you!" Chishima Chiba's face turned red. Tsunade really hurt when she pinched someone.

Thump, thump, thump.

Chishima Chiba broke into a run, and he was moving fast. For a moment, Tsunade felt as though she were riding a horse. As she bounced up and down, Chishima Chiba's back slammed into her chest hard enough to hurt.

"Chiba... you... slow down... this bouncing... I..."

Tsunade's words came out in broken fragments as she jolted up and down, but Chishima Chiba only became more excessive, abruptly increasing his speed again.

Tsunade pinched Chishima Chiba twice more in a sulky manner, but not only did it fail to work, it seemed to spur him on like a whip on a horse, making this wild steed run even faster.

Helpless, Tsunade finally gave in. She pressed herself tightly against Chishima Chiba's back, her face red as she stopped speaking.

Huff, huff, huff.

When they reached their destination, Chishima Chiba braced his hands on his knees, bent over, and panted heavily. He had already set Tsunade down.

Sitting behind Chishima Chiba, Tsunade tilted her head up and looked at his bent, panting back, a faintly strange glint in her eyes.

Then, all of a sudden, Tsunade remembered all the bad things Chishima Chiba had done to her before, and a wicked thought rose in her heart.

She aimed with one eye and formed the Tiger hand seal with both hands.

Taijutsu Secret Technique: One Thousand Years of Death!

"Aaargh!!!"

His backside clenched, and Chishima Chiba could not help letting out a miserable scream. He leaped high into the air, yet still remembered to turn back and look at Tsunade's wicked grin.

"Tsunade!!!"

Chishima Chiba's grief-stricken roar came from midair. Chakra burst from the soles of his feet, instantly lending force to his body with nowhere to push off from, and in a flash, he appeared beside Tsunade.

He abruptly pounced on Tsunade and reached one hand beneath her arm.

Tickle, tickle, tickle.

"Ha ha, hahaha..."

Tsunade's laughter carried far into the distance. Giving him a little trouble had felt satisfying, but she could not let Chishima Chiba tickle her like this.

Tsunade fought back, Chishima Chiba defended, and before long, the two rolled into a ball on the grass, tickling each other's sensitive spots as their laughter mixed into a mess.

"I can't, I'm dying from laughter..."

Tsunade was the first to beg for mercy, and Chishima Chiba naturally stopped. His own girl might be a little mischievous, but he could not exactly tickle her to death, could he?

Chishima Chiba pinched Tsunade's nose and gave it a firm shake, then did not mention what had happened earlier.

The two lay close together. After all that playing around, Tsunade did not want to move even a single finger.

"Chiba, massage my arm for me."

Tsunade shifted her body and rested her head directly against Chishima Chiba's chest, raising one arm and giving it a little shake.

How could Chishima Chiba possibly refuse a request like that?

He raised a hand and brushed aside the hair from Tsunade's smooth forehead, then took her right arm and slowly massaged it along her pressure points and muscle lines.

At that moment, time became quiet. Even Tsunade's breathing gradually slowed.