Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

There was something unnatural in Tsunade's voice, and Jiraiya could hear it. He turned around silently and stood face to face with her. His voice was calm, lacking his usual cynicism.

Looking at Tsunade's hazy face under the moonlight, Jiraiya's eyes were watery and his tone dropped a few degrees, "It was you who asked me to stop."

"Uh - I've never seen you so obedient before," Tsunade was choked by him and couldn't speak.

"I was very obedient before, but you never cared."

As soon as he said this, Tsunade had no choice but to shut up.

What happened tonight? Tsunade didn't realize that she was so clumsy in the past, but now she was speechless by Jiraiya's words. It was too abnormal.

Tsunade secretly glanced at Jiraiya and saw him staring at her intently.

Both of them could feel a strange aura surrounding them, and there was an awkward weirdness in the atmosphere.

Jiraiya's look was so strange that Tsunade had never seen it before.

At this time, she suddenly realized that the tall man standing in front of her was no longer the little boy who was not taller than her before. He had grown into a man, and even though he had just grown up, he was still a real man. .

"Jiraiya..." She called out his name in a daze.

Coerced by such an atmosphere, Tsunade felt a sense of fear, as if something beyond her control was going to happen.

The night was so dark, but the moonlight was so bright that she could clearly see the desire in Jiraiya's eyes.

"I've missed you a lot these past few years..." he said.

"..."

Tsunade listened silently. She didn't want to look at his face, but she couldn't help but focus all her eyes on his face. This face was actually very handsome when it looked serious, and there was something beyond words. The description is reliable.

"I will think about where you went, what happened, what skills you learned, when you will come back, and whether you will also think of me in your free time."

"..."

Under the moonlight, Tsunade's amber eyes sparkled like a pair of beautiful crystals.

Jiraiya stared at Tsunade for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was much hoarse, as if it had been lightly rubbed with sandpaper, making the ears itch every bit.

He asked Tsunade, "So, do you think of me... as often as I miss you?"

Tsunade opened her mouth. She had a lot to say, but every word was scrambled in her mind. She was momentarily absent-minded, thinking about how to reorganize these scrambled words into words, and then string the words into sentences. .

Jiraiya just stared at her motionless, waiting for the words he wanted to hear to come out of her mouth.

"Well, of course I will think of you,"

The nervous mood was somewhat relaxed when he heard this. However, the next second he heard Tsunade stumbling and said: "And Orochimaru, Hiruzen-sensei, I will always think of you, we are companions, If not, who else would you miss?"

Thick disappointment quietly climbed onto Jiraiya's face, and his clean face was filled with disappointment. He stared at Tsunade's twinkling eyes, and his chest seemed to be blocked by a ball of water-soaked cotton. It was stuffy, and even breathing was a little blocked.

"Tsunade, you..."

Tsunade didn't know why she said this just now. Compared to Orochimaru and Hiruzen, because he always quarreled with her, he thought of Jiraiya much more. Telling the truth would obviously make him very happy. , but why do I have to add the last sentence?

Maybe it was fear. I always felt that something would be different from the past after admitting it, but Tsunade was not mentally prepared to accept such a change.

In her heart, the three-person team was the best. She could joke whenever she wanted. She couldn't stand how the other party could quarrel like a barrage of fire. She thought it would be good to stay like this forever. It was really good.

Tsunade lowered her head guiltily. On the ground were the shadows of her and Jiraiya, secretly.

A man's chuckle came from above his head, followed by a moderate sigh. His big hand fell on Tsunade's shoulder, and he patted her shoulder twice.

"I knew it would be like this," he smiled at Tsunade, his smile bright and brisk, as if the disappointment just now was Tsunade's illusion, "You are Tsunade, aren't you?"

"Eh?"

"But you haven't forgotten what you promised me before you left the village, right?"

"that……"

"If I become an excellent ninja, you agree to date me. You said so yourself. It's a puppy to go back on you!"

"Who are you calling a puppy?" Tsunade raised her fist to cover up her embarrassment, "So, have you become an outstanding ninja now?"

Jiraiya chuckled, contentedly, "Of course, if you don't believe it, you can ask Sarutobi-sensei, or directly ask Hokage-sama."

Seeing that he was so confident, Tsunade lowered her fist instead. She believed that Jiraiya was not lying. The crane tail had already become a jounin in his own right and must have become an outstanding ninja.

"You can't go back on your word. Let's go on a date tomorrow, just tomorrow. Without Orochimaru, the bastard, it's just the two of us going on a date alone."

Tsunade pursed her lips and corrected him: "You mean the light bulb, right?"

"Whatever it is, it's just a date between the two of us."

"Well..." Tsunade did agree to his promise. People in the Senju family value credibility. When do they never keep their word?

"Okay, just tomorrow, a date for two people."

This was the first time that Jiraiya got what he wanted since he had been asking for a date tirelessly for so many years. He was so happy that he forgot everything, and even the deep disappointment just now was diluted.

Who said that if you lick a dog or lick a dog, you will get nothing?

Oh, it was Kagura who said it, but Jiraiya felt that it was wrong. It depends on who is licking her. An outstanding man like himself, no matter whether he licks an ordinary woman or a goddess, will one day lick her.

Isn't it now?

Standing outside the door of Hashirama's mansion, Jiraiya watched Tsunade go home. Although he didn't do anything, it was just a date for tomorrow, but Jiraiya felt that his whole body was light and airy, with a very delicate and happy feeling. Surrounded myself.

This delicate and happy feeling is different from ever before. Perhaps it is because this is the feeling that only Tsunade can bring to him, or perhaps it is because he has grown up and can control his own emotions. Born with confidence.

In short, he was very happy. The previous disappointment had long since been swept away and replaced by this happiness. The wait for this day was indeed a bit long.

Hashirama's home is on a hillside, and there are more than a dozen steps from the path to the main entrance of the yard.

Although it was already midnight, Mito still left a street lamp for Tsunade who returned home late. The street lamp was made into a lantern style and hung on the gate to illuminate the path under her feet.

Tsunade walked up the steps briskly and held her hand on the door handle. She only needed a gentle push to open it, but at this time, she stopped.

Turning her head suddenly, her ponytail raised slightly, the night wind blew the bangs on Tsunade's forehead.

Jiraiya was still looking at her on the side of the road. When he saw her turning back, Jiraiya grinned, with a bit of a simple and honest temperament in it, and he waved his arm at her.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Beiqi subconsciously bit her lower lip, Tsunade's eyes flickered, she nodded after thinking for a few seconds.

The pretty figure flashed into the door, Jiraiya was still waving his hands, the smile on his face became deeper and deeper, he was extremely eagerly looking forward to the arrival of tomorrow.

Walking on the way home, Jiraiya looked up at the moon, but in his mind was Tsunade's face. A few years later, she finally grew into a big girl. She seemed to be more mature, but her figure was still shriveled, but her body But it exudes some femininity and is no longer green.

"It's great that you're finally back," he muttered softly. "You didn't get kidnapped by the brats outside. You came back alone."