Kawakaede watched Tsunade's graceful figure sway as she walked away, his eyes following her until she disappeared from sight.
"Return to God."
"Wake up, big bro."
Nawaki tapped Kawakaede's arm. His sister was gone—so why was he still staring around as if looking for her?
Was there some hidden charm about his sister he hadn't noticed? Nawaki's little head was filled with question marks.
"Ahem, ahem."
A strategic cough.
"I was just thinking about my long-lost ideals."
"I came here to teach you something useful."
Kawakaede lied with his eyes wide open, smoothly changing the subject and beginning his lesson.
"Big brother, what are you going to teach me?"
Nawaki looked fired up, as if learning this would make him as strong as Kawakaede by tomorrow.
"Stand. Half squat. Arms straight."
Kawakaede took the eight-sided Han sword off his back, tapped Nawaki's sloppy stance, and corrected his posture.
Then he placed the sword across his own arms.
What?
"Does this even help?"
Nawaki felt tricked. How could squatting make someone stronger?
"Deep breaths."
"Hoo—"
Kawakaede guided him calmly.
"For two hours."
This was something Kawakaede had experienced personally. Because Naruto-world natives naturally had high physical aptitude and chakra, basic stances like the horse stance had tremendous benefits.
It strengthened leg muscles, boosted cell activity, and accelerated chakra refinement.
"Remember to cycle your chakra. Try using your water-nature chakra to ease muscle fatigue."
If Nawaki wanted to grow stronger, he had no choice but to obey.If he hadn't already accepted Kawakaede as an elder brother, there's no way he would listen.And definitely not just for that eight-sided sword. Absolutely not.
Kawakaede jumped onto a nearby tree and pulled out a magazine filled with beautiful women.None of them compared to Tsunade.
Following his instructions, Nawaki adjusted his breathing, balanced his body, and cycled his chakra.
When his legs began to ache, he mobilized chakra to ease the pain. At first, he couldn't control it well—his legs trembled uncontrollably, almost making him fall.
But after some trial and error, he discovered it really worked. His chakra circulation became much faster.
As expected of Big Brother Kawakaede. From their very first meeting, he taught Nawaki an amazing training method.He would definitely help Kawakaede chase his sister—no matter what.
One big, one small—one sitting in a tree, one squatting in a field — they didn't interrupt each other.
Two hours later, Kawakaede dozed off on the branch.After all, he had watched countless movies—how could he stare at a magazine that long?
Sweat dripped from Nawaki's forehead, soaking the ground beneath him, forming a small puddle.
"Kawakaede-kun, it's time to eat."
Tsunade couldn't see him, but she could feel he was still in the tree.
Nawaki remained in his squat, unsure how long he'd been there, but since Kawakaede hadn't told him to stop, he kept going.
It would be a waste to let such a good sprout wilt. Kawakaede dropped down from the tree, walked to Nawaki, and took off his sword.
"Do you like it? You can play with it. I'll make you one later."
Nawaki grabbed the sword, ecstatic—like a kid getting his dream toy.
If it weren't mealtime, he'd play with it all afternoon.
"Big brother, this sword looks really sharp!"
Nawaki struggled to draw it—the sword was still too long for his arm reach.
Feeling the cold air radiating from the eight edges, he could tell this was a blade that had tasted blood many times.
"Of course. This is the finest work of the Flagwood Weapon Workshop."
"No one in Konoha can forge it except our Hatake forge."
Kawakaede felt proud of the workshop he'd built—his most profitable business.
"So big brother… are you super rich?"
Stars shone in Nawaki's eyes.He was determined to make this man his brother-in-law. Only heaven knew how much money Tsunade had lost in her life.
If their grandmother weren't alive, the Senju residence might've gone bankrupt already.
"Nothing much, nothing much. Just top three in Konoha."
Kawakaede waved his hand, pretending to be modest.
"Woooow—"
Before Nawaki could finish praising him, Tsunade lost her patience.
"Nawaki, I told you it's time to eat. Didn't you hear?"
"Nope!"
Her attitude toward her brother was completely different—much more domineering.
Kawakaede wondered whether he was being influenced by them and needed to rethink his life.
Before he could figure it out, Nawaki dragged him toward Tsunade.
"Come on, Kawakaede-kun, I prepared some excellent sake!"
Tsunade's gentle tone confused him—was this the same person?
"All right, then just call me Kawakaede-kun from now on, Tsunade-chan."
And once again, Kawakaede was stunned by the overwhelming presence before him, blurting out words without thinking.
Only close people called each other "-chan." They had known each other for less than two days—it was a bit sudden.
"All right, Kawakaede-kun."
Tsunade's cheeks flushed slightly, but she accepted the new nickname without embarrassment.
"I'm hungry!"
Nawaki charged ahead, sword in hand, destroying the romantic mood instantly.
Tsunade and Kawakaede exchanged a smile and followed him to the dining room.
The Senju clan had a long history, and their dining hall reflected that—far grander than what the Hatake family currently possessed.
When they arrived, Kawakaede saw a beautiful older woman seated at the main position, with a small red-haired girl beside her.
He already had a guess — and the timing made sense.
Nawaki ran over and greeted her, "Grandma!" then sat down and placed the sword at his side.
As expected, the sword caught the girl's attention. She had never seen anything like it.
"Kushina, this is my brother's sword. Isn't it cool?"
Nawaki was full of energy, and seeing Kushina stare, he couldn't help showing off.
"It's beautiful!"
Kushina, often bullied at school for her red hair, was on good terms with Nawaki—likely because they were relatives.
Tsunade led Kawakaede to sit beside her, and greeted the old woman.
"Lady Mito, hello. I am Hatake Kawakaede. Thank you for your guidance."
Kawakaede bowed respectfully.The closer he got, the more he felt the sinister chakra hidden within her.
Even though Uzumaki Mito concealed it extremely well, she couldn't escape Kawakaede's sharp senses.
"No need to be so polite, Kawakaede-kun. Tsunade has already told me. Please, sit."
Mito smiled gently and gestured for him to sit next to Tsunade. She sensed no malice from the young man.
Once everyone was seated, the servants began to bring dishes and sake.
Sashimi, small plates, sushi — all the usual fare was neatly arranged.
Tsunade poured Kawakaede a cup of sake, then unexpectedly poured one for her grandmother, and finally one for herself.
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