Konoha Soul World lottery system

"You don't need to know that kind of thing." Tsunade stretched out her hand to hold down Qian Shu, who was as curious as a baby. "But you can go check out the free amusement park."

Several people bid farewell to the banker and walked in the direction he pointed. Through the woods, things suddenly became lively in front of them, and stalls unique to various festivals appeared in front of everyone.

War, Tsunade's thoughts began to drift away at this moment. Not long after the Second Ninja World War, which brought her endless pain and sorrow, had ended, the third one had already happened.

She couldn't help but think of Jiraiya, that cheerful and lustful guy, who seemed to have traveled after the Second Ninja War, looking for the son of the prophecy to end the war.

Now that the war has begun, I'm afraid he and Orochimaru will run around and fight on various battlefields.

"Well, as long as I shoot the red heart three times, I can take away everything." A familiar voice sounded, "I wonder if you can take it away, sister?"

At this sound, Tsunade suddenly felt a little itchy in her fist, and reflexively punched her side.

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The white-haired man's forehead made close contact with the table in front of him, which frightened the cute-looking stall owner into exclaiming.

"This familiar feeling" the white-haired man suddenly jumped up from the ground, "Tsunade"

"Jiraiya" Tsunade looked blankly at the guy she just thought was fighting on the battlefield. She would think that this guy was reliable but she was really unreliable.

Shizune was shocked by Tsunade's actions, but she was relieved after seeing the white-haired uncle, "Jiraiya-sama"

"Isn't this Shizune? She's already grown so big." Jiraiya chuckled and rubbed his hands nervously, "A girl's eighteenth transformation."

Tsunade frowned, "Why are you here?"

The joking expression disappeared from his face, and Jiraiya said solemnly, "I'm here to find you, and you should listen. Don't leave."

Tsunade had already pulled Qian Shu away.

"Hey, you don't need to be so heartless when meeting old friends," Jiraiya quickly ran two steps to catch up, his clogs hitting the ground and making a non-stop sound, "How about we go have a drink first?"

"There is a tavern in this place." Tsunade raised her eyebrows.

"There are taverns everywhere." Jiraiya gave a thumbs up proudly. Under his leadership, everyone came to an inconspicuous tavern. Because it was not completely dark yet, there were almost no people in the tavern.

There are two benches beside each table in the tavern, and two people can sit on each one. Jiraiya was about to give up his seat to Qian Shu so that he could sit next to him, but he saw the boy climbing up Tsunade's lap with ease. I found a comfortable position and sat down.

Asking the clerk to get some sake and vegetables, Jiraiya took the lead in raising his glass and shaking it, "You still don't know who this handsome boy is, what's your name?"

Qianshu was fighting against the two mountains squeezing his head. Hearing Jiraiya's question, he smiled, "My name is Qianshu."

Jiraiya was stunned, wanting something, but feeling Tsunade's death gaze, he hurriedly drank a glass of wine to calm down, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Shizune took out the dolphin-specific plate, put food in it, and concentrated on feeding it.

Qianshu raised his head and looked at Tsunade, and then at Jiraiya who couldn't stop drinking. Thinking that no one saw it, he secretly added some wine to his juice, drank it in one gulp, and his face turned red. He was already fair. The skin is even somewhat transparent.

Tsunade rubbed his head angrily, Qian Shu didn't resist, just giggled.

After drinking several bottles of sake, Tsunade's face turned red and she was a little tipsy. "Just do whatever you want, while I'm in a good mood now."

"Even if you are like this, I guess if something makes you unhappy, I will still be beaten." Jiraiya smiled mockingly to himself.

"It's good that you have this awareness." Tsunade narrowed her eyes.

Shaking his head, Jiraiya smiled bitterly and said, "But I'm still here. While the war situation is not yet urgent, Minato can already take charge of his own affairs."

Rolling up his sleeves, a line of black text appeared on his arm, which was the mark of the Flying Thunder God. "If there is any situation, I can rush over. Not counting the Kingdom of Wind and surrounding countries where the Kazekage disappeared, Iwagakure remains as always To create friction at the border, Kumogakure sent the Preparatory Raikage and eight Jinchūriki to invade the Land of Fire in an attempt to capture the Nine-Tailed Jinchūriki. Kirigakure directly invaded in large numbers. The head of the Hyuga clan died and his eyes were gouged out. In order to hunt down the Byakugan , the Hyuga clan suffered heavy losses, this is not a slapstick, but a true ninja war."

"What are you afraid of," Tsunade said casually, "Isn't there still the respected Hokage here? Sarutobi-sensei is not too old to move yet."

"Because of this, Gen and Uchiha did not move. The more critical the situation, the more the old man cannot leave Konoha."

"Hokage, hehe." Tsunade drank a glass of boredom, and at the same time grabbed the hand that Qianshu had stolen the wine from, and squeezed it gently.

"What is Naruto?" Qian Shu asked like a good boy.

"He is the leader of the village. He has superb strength and outstanding leadership skills, and is responsible for protecting the entire village."

"An idiot with a false reputation." Tsunade gave a completely different answer than Jiraiya. "My grandfather and the second Hokage, who were extremely eager to put down the war, ended up regretting the village. Sarutobi-sensei was also too old. Why are you trying to be strong? It's better to give up your position during the war and enjoy your old age."

"You have changed, Tsunade." Jiraiya said solemnly, "I don't care what you think, but how could you say such a thing?"

"Life and money are different. It would be very stupid not to cherish it so much." Tsunade's eyes were blurred with drunkenness, and her voice was cold.