Naruto I get stronger when I draw a lottery

"Jiraiya-sama, are you okay?"

Shizune asked from the side, Tsukiki yawned and started living as usual.

"Who knows? Probably nothing will happen."

Tsukiki slept in the hammock, and Shizune began her daily medical ninjutsu training on time, but now she didn't have much thought about training.

Just now, when she was preparing the meal, Jiraiya arrived. After being told that Tsunade and Tsukishu should be eating outside, she was a little angry, but was silenced by Jiraiya's stomach growling.

Then I saw Jiraiya eating with one hand. Although Jiraiya seemed to be fine, Shizune's kind nature was still uneasy.

"Trust your master. She is the best in medical ninjutsu in the ninja world, isn't she?"

Tsuki gave Shizune a look.

This girl has been acting absent-minded from the beginning, which is really troublesome.

"That's right. Tsunade-sama can definitely find a way."

Tsukiki's words still had some effect, and Shizune's face lost a lot of worry.

After a while, Tsunade and Jiraiya's medical treatment also ended.

"Master Tsunade, what's the matter?"

Shizune quickly ran over and asked.

Jiraiya's arms were still hanging down, which made Shizune's eyes dim immediately.

"This guy has been messing around all day long. There is no way to deal with the erosion of natural energy. I have basically healed his injuries. Next, I have to let this fool evacuate the natural energy on his own."

"Natural energy?"

Shizune obviously didn't understand the word, but Tsunade's words.

Jiraiya behind him came over and touched Shizune's head with the only hand he could move.

"Are you Duan's niece? She's very cute."

Jiraiya smiled, and Tsunade on the side punched him on the head.

"Thank you."

Shizune was very calm, something Tsunade and Jiraiya didn't expect.

After all, Shizune's only relative was Kato. Now talking about this person, it is not only Tsunade's scar, but also Shizune's scar.

It's just a little strange. When Jiraiya mentioned this name, not only Shizune, but also Tsunade gradually became less sad.

Maybe there is still some helplessness, but it won't make my heart hurt when I mention it.

"Are you all right?"

"It's okay, Tsunade-sama is the one. I know you accepted me as your apprentice because of Uncle Duan."

Shizune smiled so heartily that the two of them didn't expect it at all.

Tsunade smiled, touched Shizune's head, and turned her face away.

"It was true before, but now I really want to accept you as my apprentice."

Jiraiya also smiled when he saw this scene.

——Everything is starting to get better, and the sadness of the past is slowly fading away.

Jiraiya looked at Tsuki who was sleeping next to him.

Only he knew what this glance meant.

Boom!

"it hurts."

"No matter what, you are still wrong for being stupid."

"Huh? This is too unreasonable. You just want to beat me up."

"As long as you know."

"Deny it to me!"

Jiraiya covered his fuming head and looked pitifully at Tsunade, who was holding a fist in front of him.

What followed was a rough beating from Jiraiya.

Tsunade exhaled with a comfortable expression, Shizune was helpless on the side, and Jiraiya was already lying on the ground.

As an injured person, he was beaten hard, and Tsunade controlled it very well. It was just pain and no injuries.

As the best medical ninja in the ninja world, Tsunade naturally has this ability.

On the other side, Mito's residence is near the Hokage's office. As the first wife, Mito still has a great reputation to this day. Her persuasive power in the village is even greater than that of Sarutobi Hiruzen. .

"The boy named Tsukiki."

Mito spoke, her hand held by his side.

Sure enough, as Mito expected, Kushina immediately started to panic when she heard Mito speak.

"Grandma, what are you talking about?"

Kushina didn't expect that Mito would suddenly say such a thing, and immediately started to quibble.

At this time, Kushina was extraordinarily cute, resembling an ordinary girl, without her usual red pepper hot girl tomboyish demeanor.

"Hahaha."

Mito started to laugh. It was rare to see Kushina like this in front of her. Even she had never seen it before. But she had to say that the contrast was great. Kushina's still chubby face was slowly changing. Red, I have to say it is extremely cute.

"What are you laughing at, grandma!"

Kushina was a little angry.

Mito stopped laughing, and still had a kind smile on his face.

"That's it, grandma is just a little happy."

"Kushina also has someone to accompany her. Grandma is very happy."

"grandmother--"

Kushina was stunned, and her eye circles suddenly turned red.

She knew what Mito meant.

She is the next Nine-Tails Jinchuuriki. When the Jinchuuriki changes, it also symbolizes that the life of the Jinchuuriki has come to an end.

Grandma Mito who accompanied her also came to this period.

Kushina immediately hugged Mito and buried her head in Mito's arms.

"Ouch."

Mito gave a small cry and then stroked Kushina's red hair.

His hair felt like running water in his hands, Mito liked this feeling the most.

"That's really beautiful hair. Did the boy ever say that your hair is beautiful?"

"Ah."

A slight cry came from his arms, and Mito stroked his hair more gently.

She also knew that her time was running out, and as a Jinchuuriki, Mito could feel such changes.

"Really? That's great. Kushina's red hair is the most beautiful in the world. Grandma likes it best."

Mito knew about Kushina's time at school. Kushina told her personally when she first arrived in Konoha, but she didn't expect that Kushina would directly make a name for herself in school.

"Kushina."

Mito called softly, but Kushina didn't respond.

"We are jinchūriki, vessels for the tailed beasts, to put it crudely."

Mito continued speaking, Kushina in her arms was trembling slightly.

Fortunately, the two of them had almost reached home. This area was near the Hokage's office. It was an important area in the village and there was almost no one there. Otherwise, they would have been watched again.

"People like to call us containers, hahaha, grandma, I was called that when I was young."

Grandma laughed softly, her words full of nostalgia.

"At that time, I was just like you, very unhappy, and then like you, I beat up those who said bad things about me."

Mito's tone was a little naughty. It was the first time Kushina saw her Mito grandma look like this.

"I was just like you when I was a kid. I miss you a little. It's been so many years."

Kushina raised her head and was no longer buried in Mito's arms.

"At that time, there was also a person who told me that this red hair was very beautiful, but that person was stupid, didn't know anything, and was extremely naive."

"Then I was so upset that I beat him up. I didn't expect that he was unexpectedly weak. That's what I thought at the time."

"But I didn't expect that this person was actually letting me go at that time. Grandma was still in the war at that time, and there was no Leaf Village yet. That person was already the young clan leader of the Senju clan. It's awesome, he is our Uzumaki. A close relative of the same clan."

There was infinite tenderness in grandma's eyes, as if she was rejuvenated at that moment, her aging body slowly returned to the appearance of a teenage girl, and there was endless light radiating from her eyes.

"Grandpa?"

Kushina twitched her nose and her eyes were red.

"Well, it's grandpa."

"Your grandpa is a very, very stupid person. When people were talking about my hair when I was a child, he would secretly beat up anyone I couldn't beat. He was really, very stupid."

Mito rubbed Kushina's head and bent down.

"We are Jinchuuriki and containers, but your grandpa filled this container with love."

"Silly and naive, he let his brother handle everything, but he gave all his love to a container."

"So, it doesn't matter if it's a container, as long as the container is filled with love."

Mito pressed his forehead against Kushina's.

"Do you feel it? I share my love with you."

"Ah."

Kushina sniffed, her eyes wet with tears.

"Kushina is crying, so embarrassed."

"Not at all!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Mito used his old wrinkled hand to hold Kushina's white and tender hand again.

Just like holding on to their past selves, the old man and the young man walked into the house with smiles.

Time spans countless years, like water flowing to the sea and back to the top of the mountain.

The person in the memory smiled again and spoke.

"Your hair is very beautiful."

In a world in war, one sentence traveled on the river of time and on a paper boat to the hearts of the next generation.