The last boss of the ninja world

"Ah~ don't come over..."

Under the smoky pool, Musashi pounced on Tsunade like a nimble loach, making Tsunade feel shy and shy, and screamed repeatedly.

Outside the bathhouse, a group of maids put their ears to the door, scrambling to hear what was going on inside.

When they heard the young lady's scream for mercy, in the past, they would have jumped out immediately, even if it cost their lives to stop the thieves from breaking into the home.

But today, they all covered their mouths, fearing that the slightest movement would disturb the two people behind a door.

"Grandpa, come on!"

Listening to the increasingly encouraging frolicking inside, a maid clenched her pink fists and couldn't help but silently cheer for Musashi.

"Shh, be quiet."

The other maids heard the maid's cry and quickly stepped forward to cover her mouth, hoping to cut her into pieces.

Whether the Senju family can regain its strength depends on tonight.

You little girl wants to die!

The maid whose mouth was covered clasped her hands in frustration and begged the sisters for mercy. Her eyes seemed to be pleading: "I don't dare to do it anymore."

"Where are you running?"

Behind the door, a hungry ghost from Musashi pounced on the food, successfully grabbed Tsunade's bare feet, and burst out laughing wildly.

Tsunade, on the other hand, was like an angry eggplant, constantly struggling and splashing water all over the sky.

finally,

Tsunade still failed, Musashi slowly climbed up to her shoulders along her ankles, and took her into his arms with an unobstructed view.

"Musashi, I'm afraid..."

After twisting, she found that she couldn't break free. Instead, she tightened with Musashi due to the twisting. Tsunade panicked a little.

Musashi did not take advantage of the opportunity, but loosened his arms slightly and pulled Tsunade to sit by the pool. Like countless nights before, he pointed at the sky and sighed: "The weather tonight is particularly good."

"yes……"

Tsunade breathed heavily and moved slightly to the side, leaving a millimeter gap between their bodies.

Then he said: "The starry sky is so beautiful!"

"Not as beautiful as you."

Musashi smiled slightly, put a little force on his arms, and hugged Tsunade into his arms again.

After searching the sky for a while, he pointed to a star next to the one he named last time and said, "How about we call it Waves?"

Tsunade followed Musashi's fingers and locked onto the stars in the sky. The picture in her mind was the same as Musashi's imagination. The rippling water still reflected the light of incandescent lamps.

"Ah."

For some reason, Tsunade suddenly became quiet, and like countless nights in the past, she knocked her head on Musashi's collarbone.

The temperature is getting hotter and drier,

It was clearly autumn, and the evening wind was blowing slowly, but Musashi felt like his whole body was burning.

"The water temperature is too high..."

Musashi muttered quietly, finding a perfect excuse for his hot body.

"...I'll help you undress."

Tsunade stretched out her jade hand and gently wiped away the sweat on Musashi's forehead. Then, with her palm down, she unbuttoned Musashi's clothes that had already merged with the pool water, one button at a time.

When the two met honestly, Tsunade's heart trembled violently, and she raised her head and looked towards the sky again.

He found the star on the lower right side behind 'Bolang' and said, "How about we call it first sight?"

First meeting?

Musashi's hollow eyes savored the names Tsunade had given to the stars.

Almost every name they chose contained a special meaning. Although it was not stated explicitly, it became a tacit understanding between the two.

One day in the future, when they look up at the stars again, they will be able to recall the scene of that star when they see it.

The first time we met was naturally not the first time we met.

In Tsunade's mind, the first time they met was under a big tree more than ten years ago. The Sannin raised a bonfire and talked about the future, while Musashi followed Sarutobi Shinnosuke to attend the Sannin's bonfire dinner.

In Musashi's mind, their first meeting was when Tsunade went to Musashi's home to inquire about the situation a year ago because of Musashi's [Dear Tsunade] letter.

I understand!

Musashi lowered his head, glanced at the towering happiness, and understood what Tsunade saw when he said they first met.

"Ah."

Musashi hummed slightly and stepped aside.

Be it Tsunade or Musashi.

After all, they are both children who have never seen the world. At this moment, both of them are a little green and a little reserved.

"Why is there no sound inside..."

Outside the door, the maids who were eavesdropping looked at each other with doubts, wanting to open the door and go in to verify with their own eyes.

"Walk."

At this time, the old woman who was responsible for adding firewood and boiling water came to the maids, knocked a blast on the heads of the maids, and whispered.

A bunch of young guys, they are silent now, they will make some noise later.

Don't even think about sleeping again tonight!

"Oh……"

The maids lowered their heads one after another, like children who had done something wrong, preparing to follow the old woman and leave.

In No. [-] Teng Shu Street,

After the old woman passed away, several old women were in charge of the trivial matters in the family. Although there was no distinction between them in name, the maids were very neat and obeyed the old women's orders.

"Press~"

Unexpectedly, before the maids had gone far, a muffled groan suddenly came from behind the door.

It's the lady's voice,

The curiosity returned to the high ground instantly, and even reached the maid's throat, making her want to go back and eavesdrop.

"The lady seems to be in pain..."

One of the maids pinched the skin on the back of her hand. The young lady's groan was the same as the one she made when her finger was cut when she was cleaning up the broken vase yesterday. She was in pain but did not dare to shout loudly.

"go!"

The old woman glared at the maid, motioning with her eyes for everyone to follow her, and quickened her pace.

After taking a few steps, the young lady's cries of pain came out one after another from behind the door, accompanied by some slight screams from the uncle.

"Why are you standing still!"

The old woman shouted angrily, grabbed the ear of a maid who couldn't move, and forced her to flee the scene.

"It hurts, it hurts." The maid's ears were pulled red, and finally she could no longer pay attention to the movement behind a wall.

"Did the young lady and my uncle have a conflict?"

"Did they fight?"

"What if the lady is injured?"

"You fart, our young lady is one of the three ninjas of Konoha. How can my uncle be our young lady's opponent? Even if he is injured, it is my uncle who is injured!"

After leaving far away, several maids gathered together again and talked quietly.

From their worried faces, it is not difficult to see their concern for the young lady and their concern about the "conflict" between their uncle and the young lady.

The Thousand Hands clan is now in such dire straits that their numbers are withering away, and my uncle is their only hope.

If the uncle and the young lady break up, the Senju family will really be doomed.

Life is a servant of the Senju family, and death is a ghost servant of the Senju family. Feudal ideas imprison the thoughts of the maids. What they fear most is that there will be no successors to the Senju family.

In that case, their souls would not even have a home.

"Are you really leaving?"

In the small woods at the head of Konoha Village, beside a bonfire, Orochimaru, dressed in white, handed the wine bottle to Jiraiya who was lying on the grass carefree and asked.

"The weather is exceptionally good tonight."

Jiraiya took the wine bottle, took a hearty sip, and murmured to himself.

"Yes, the stars are shining brightly on an autumn night."

Orochimaru added a handful of firewood to the campfire, and said with some emotion: "The last time we encountered a night like this was when we each obtained a psychic beast."

"time flies……"

Jiraiya did not follow Orochimaru's words, but sighed after taking another sip of wine.

"Life is like a fleeting moment," Orochimaru turned to look at Jiraiya, then turned back to stare at the bonfire, his eyes gradually becoming firmer, and then said: "I am not willing to spend this short life like this, I still have many dreams that have not been realized. .”

"Who isn't?"

Jiraiya finally replied to Orochimaru: "But life is so short, and people always grow old with regrets."

"No, we don't have to."

Orochimaru retorted rather movingly, just about to express his thoughts about immortality.

But when the words came to his lips, he shook his head helplessly.

If he spoke his mind, he knew that Jiraiya would be the first to speak out against his plan.

They may even stand on his opposite side and become one of the biggest obstacles on his road to eternal life.

Anyone else can, no matter what, stand in the way of his plans and he can obliterate them.

But Orochimaru and Tsunade can't.

He can't do it!