Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

They were still teenagers when they left, but they were adults when they came back. Adults have their own way of celebrating. The three of them looked at each other, swallowed dryly, and then seemed to have finally made up their minds. The nodded.

The scene turned, and in the corner of the izakaya, three people were excitedly holding a wine glass. After taking a sip of the wine, they fell silent without exception.

They looked at me and I looked at you, the expressions on their faces were very confused.

It was Tsunade who was the first to ask about her confusion. She looked at Orochimaru and then at Jiraiya, and asked: "Do you two think this wine tastes good?"

The two looked at each other and shook their heads honestly, "Hmm~ It doesn't taste good."

Taking a deep breath, Tsunade frowned involuntarily, and she wondered: "I watched my grandfather and grandmother look happy when they were drinking, as if they drank the best thing in the world. Why is this?"

The smart Orochimaru looked at the people around him, thought for a while and said: "Is there something wrong with the wine we chose? Look next door, the one drinking soju is soju, ours is sake, it's different."

When he said this, Jiraiya suddenly realized it and patted his forehead in agreement, "Ah, yes, yes, it must be like this, let's switch to a bar."

This suggestion was unanimously adopted, and the three people once again picked up the cups filled with soju.

As if emboldened, Tsunade's eyes flickered, "I'll count one, two, three, let's drink together."

"Yeah," the two men nodded.

"one two Three!"

The three of them raised their glasses and took a sip at the same time. The next second, three masks of pain appeared.

"what happened?"

It was almost spicy. When the soju entered the mouth, wherever it went, it was as hot as being ignited by fire. It was not only burning but also choked the nose. The three of them seemed to have taken poison. They threw down the wine glasses and hurriedly I went to pick up food and drink water, just to dilute the uncomfortable hot feeling.

"I was deceived. This one is not as delicious as the first one!"

"This is unscientific!" Tsunade still felt that the wine must be delicious. Otherwise, it would make no sense for all the adults in the family to be alcoholics, especially her grandmother and Momo. She had caught them drinking secretly at home countless times before. , if it doesn’t taste good, why do adults always drink it?

"If you try another one, it must be because we didn't find anything good to drink."

"Mmmmmmm,"

Tsunade was able to toss, and the two people beside her who accompanies her tossing were indispensable.

That night, they drank chicken and tasted every kind of wine in the izakaya. Old drunkards also knew not to mix wine with wine. How could the three of them know this when they were trying it for the first time? After trying it once, you will see double images.

"Why are there two Tsunade, ah, Jiraiya also has two."

The first one to get drunk was Orochimaru, whose originally fair face looked an abnormal pink as if it was stained with rouge.

The wine glass fell from his hand to the table, and then rolled from the table to the floor. There was a crisp sound and he was shattered to pieces.

"Hey, Orochimaru, Orochimaru, are you okay?"

Jiraiya hurriedly supported Orochimaru. At this moment, Orochimaru's body was as soft as a noodle, and his voice became hoarse. He grabbed Jiraiya's hair with a silly smile and muttered.

"Qianben is not as strong as your hair...it pricks my hand..."

Jiraiya grimaced in pain and tried hard to free his hair from Orochimaru's hands. As soon as he released his grip on Orochimaru's shoulders, he saw his limp body staggering and falling backwards. There was nothing he could do. , Jiraiya had no choice but to grab him again and steady him on the stool.

"Ah, let go, it hurts so much, you will turn me into a second-generation Kazekage!"

Ever since the "Ninja World Weekly" reported the news about Salmon, the entire ninja world seems to have reached a consensus. Whenever describing baldness, the Second Kazekage will be used as a metaphor, just like Jiraiya at this moment.

"Why is your hair... your hair is as hard as a hedgehog? It pricks your hands and hurts..."

Jiraiya has never been so speechless in his life, "If it hurts, just let go. Ah, ah, don't try too hard. You really have become the second generation Kazekage. What's wrong with you?"

The proprietress of the izakaya came over to clean up the broken wine glasses, and she couldn't help but laugh when she saw Orochimaru like this.

"This kid is drunk. Send him home quickly. Drink some honey lemon water and then take a nap. He will be fine when he wakes up tomorrow."

Jiraiya looked at Tsunade awkwardly, and Tsunade was smiling and holding her chin up while watching them fight.

"What do you propose?"

Tsunade's face was also flushed, and her whole person showed a confused and lazy drunken state, like a red rose in the mist, which made people couldn't help but want to take a look at it more.

"Since he is drunk, then just listen to the boss lady and send him back. You can't see him going crazy here. Don't you think so, Jiraiya?"

Jiraiya sighed. Although it was rare to see Orochimaru giggle, it was also very troublesome to see Orochimaru wrapped around him like noodles.

Orochimaru's hair was still in Orochimaru's hand, and Jiraiya was pulled by him so that his features were flying. He finally dragged him out of the izakaya, but the drunk Orochimaru was obviously difficult to deal with. He was clingy, clinging, and unreasonable. Like a child.

"Ah, who would have thought that Orochimaru has such a side."

The night wind blew away some of the smell of alcohol, and Jiraiya sobered up a lot. He looked at Tsunade dissatisfied.

"Stop talking sarcastically over there and come over here to help. Don't look at how weak he is. He's all muscle and he's heavy as hell. Let's hold him up together."

Tsunade pouted and pretended not to hear Jiraiya's words. She walked slowly ahead with her hands behind her back, and her voice was carried into Jiraiya's ears by the night wind.

"Just carry him on your back. As a gentleman, why would you bother a lady?"

"Hey, who told you I'm a gentleman? I'm not a gentleman!"

Tsunade ignored Jiraiya's yelling. She felt very warm. This feeling was so good. Jiraiya and Orochimaru were still the same as before, and their relationship was much better than when she left.

Even Konoha remained as it always was, becoming even more prosperous under the governance of my uncle and grandfather.

Although Natsuki was by her side at that time, Tsunade still felt that she was like a swaying leaf when she was traveling. After leaving the branch, she could only be blown away by the wind; she was also like a duckweed, floating without a fulcrum. On the water, wherever the water goes, you follow it.

Now, she was finally back in Konoha, back home, and she had never felt so at ease as she did now.

She wouldn't be able to experience this feeling unless she stayed away from home for a long time. She didn't really understand what Konoha meant to her until this moment.

Jiraiya followed Tsunade silently, carrying the drunken Orochimaru on his back. Her slim figure glowed softly under the light. Orochimaru was confused and didn't know what he was talking about. A pair of slender hands were still holding on to each other. His hair and the headband that tied it were torn apart, and the long silver hair poured down like a waterfall. A few strands were caught in Orochimaru's hand, with a faint pain.

Jiraiya thought about pulling his hair out at first, but after trying several times, he gave up.

He followed Tsunade and walked toward Orochimaru's residence, his eyes fixed on Tsunade's back.

Jiraiya clearly knew that he was not a dedicated person. In the past few years when Tsunade was away, he did not watch over her infatuatedly. He would tease the beautiful young lady and go out to perform tasks outside the village. After the task is successfully completed, he will let himself go even more, start a conversation, hold hands, and even hug. He does this kind of thing often.

But no matter how beautiful the other person is, how affectionate they are, how tender they are, they are just a way for Jiraiya to pass the boring time.

It was possible to make fun of them, but when there were people who really wanted to establish a relationship with him and want to be together, he refused them all without exception.

No matter when, there is a stubborn figure in my heart, naughty, proud, strong, beautiful, etc., etc., so many beautiful words can be used to describe her. Gambling, violence, aloofness, bad temper, etc. , so, so many bad words are very appropriate to use to describe her.

Such a vivid girl took root in Jiraiya's heart. She was the first girl he met who fell in love with her, and she has been in his heart ever since, becoming the one that no one can replace.