A faint kiss mark appeared on one side of Uzumaki Mirai’s face, leaving him frozen in place with his brain nearly crashing.
Then, the next instant, a scream pierced the night sky of the Senju Clan Compound.
“Ahhh! —— You are not allowed to kiss Mirai!”
Kushina sprang up from her chair, her red hair dancing without wind like a burning flame.
Pointing at Tsunade’s nose, she shouted, “Even Sister Tsunade is not allowed! No one is allowed to kiss him! Mirai is mine… That was…”
She suddenly stopped halfway through her sentence.
“Yours what?” Tsunade raised an eyebrow with a playful expression.
“That is…
That is…” Kushina’s mouth opened several times, her voice eventually growing softer and her face turning redder, until she finally let out a soft “wuu”, turned around and ran away, slamming her bedroom door shut with a bang.
The entire table fell silent for two seconds.
Then Uzumaki Mito let out a chuckle, almost spilling the tea in her hands.
Tsunade was stunned for a moment, then put her hands on her hips and laughed so hard she rocked back and forth, “Hahaha —— This little girl! Only seven years old and she’s already jealous?!”
Nawaki widened his eyes, looked at Mirai, then at the closed door of Kushina’s room, and then abruptly turned his head back to look at Mirai, his face filled with a shocked expression that screamed, “Bro, how are you so fierce”.
“Mirai, you——” Nawaki gave a thumbs-up, “How old are you even! You’ve already won Kushina over?!”
“I didn’t!” Mirai subconsciously denied it, putting on a strong facade as if being kissed was no big deal.
However, the kiss mark on his face and his slightly reddened earlobes betrayed him.
Uzumaki Mito put down her teacup, looked at Mirai and then at Kushina’s tightly closed bedroom door with a smile at the corners of her eyes, and gently shook her head.
“Hashirama…” she murmured softly, “Do you see this? This family is getting so lively that it can barely hold these little rascals anymore.”
Tsunade was still laughing, patting Mirai’s shoulder as she laughed, “Not bad, kid! I couldn’t tell usually, but I didn’t expect your charm to be so great that even Kushina is captivated by you?”
“I didn’t!
She was the one who—forget it,” Mirai rubbed the kiss mark on his face, sighed helplessly, “I’ll go call her for dinner first.”
He walked up to Kushina’s bedroom door and gently knocked.
“Kushina, the food is going to get cold.”
There was silence inside for a good while before a muffled voice came out, “Hmph, I’m not hungry at all.”
“Then I’ll eat your share as well?”
“How dare you!!!”
The bedroom door was yanked open with a swish, revealing a pair of red, watery eyes.
Mirai looked at her, the corners of his mouth curving up unconsciously, “Let’s go, time for dinner, everyone is waiting for you!”
At this point, it was best not to continue provoking Kushina.
Kushina stared at him for a few seconds, then let out a “hmph”, slowly pulled the door open, and intentionally bumped her shoulder against his as she walked out.
“…If you let someone else kiss you next time, I will——”
“Will what?”
Kushina thought about it, realizing she couldn’t seem to do anything, and could only angrily retort, “I just won’t talk to you anymore!”
“Hahahaha! Okay!” Mirai agreed with a smile, waiting to see what happens when someone else kisses him later?
It seemed that kissing her today had left a very deep impression on the little girl!
Returning to the dining table, the atmosphere was still a bit weird.
Tsunade didn’t care at all, sitting down unceremoniously to gobble down her rice while humming some unknown little tune from time to time.
Uzumaki Mito held her teacup with a smile at the corners of her eyes, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Kushina and Mirai twice, but she said nothing.
Nawaki only dared to bury his head and eat fiercely; his family status was the lowest, and if he dared to speak out of turn, he was bound to get a beating.
Kushina’s state was similar to Nawaki’s, keeping her head down to eat her rice the entire time without saying a word.
She would eat whatever food was picked into her bowl, and sat quietly after finishing, not even taking more than a couple of bites of her usual favorite scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
Mirai, sitting next to her, helped her pick up a piece of tonkatsu.
Kushina’s shoulders moved slightly, then she quietly ate the pork chop, still without looking at him.
“I’m full.” Kushina put down her bowl and chopsticks, said softly, and then got up to return to her room, closing the door very gently.
When she had walked far away, Nawaki finally couldn’t hold it in anymore, “Sister, just now—” Mmph!”
Tsunade poked a chopstick right into Nawaki’s mouth, cutting off his unfinished words, “Can’t even eating stop your mouth?”
“Mmm-mmm-mmm!” Nawaki struggled to pull the chopsticks out, rubbed his mouth aggrievedly, but upon seeing Tsunade’s gaze, he chickened out anyway.
Tsunade wiped her mouth and crooked her finger at Mirai, “Kid, come to my room after you finish eating, there’s a reward.”
Mirai was stunned for a moment, “What reward?”
“Won’t you know when you get there? Stop dawdling.”
Mirai put down his bowl and chopsticks, and followed Tsunade into her room.
Uzumaki Mito watched the backs of the two, lowering her head to chuckle softly as the steam from the tea clouded her brows and eyes.
It wasn’t Mirai’s first time entering Tsunade’s room; the last time he was inside, he enjoyed a close personal massage from Tsunade.
“You sit down first, I’m going to take a bath,” Tsunade tugged at her collar, her tone casual, “Ran around all day today, I’m covered in sweat.”
“Hai-i~”
Mirai sat down by the bed with his hands on his knees, acting properly—at least on the surface.
The bathroom had a partition door, with the upper half made of frosted glass and the lower half of wooden boards.
The frosted glass let light through without revealing shapes, but it couldn’t block the silhouettes.
After walking inside, she casually pulled the door shut, and then the sound of splashing water came out.
Mirai had originally been looking down at the floor.
However, the warm yellow light filtering through from the frosted glass cast a silhouette onto the door.
The curve of the shoulders, the lines of the arms, and the tapering curve down from the waist—though blurry, everything that should be there was present.
Moreover, the partition door only reached knee height, and from the empty section below, one could see her calves and fair ankles, with water droplets sliding down her skin and splashing into tiny droplets on the floor tiles.
Mirai felt his nose tickle a bit.
He silently turned his head to look out the window.
The moonlight outside the window was very bright, shining on the stone-paved ground in the courtyard and reflecting a layer of hazy white light.
This angle was very good; nothing could be seen, making it very safe.
The sound of water stopped.
The partition door pushed open, and Tsunade walked out wrapped in a bath towel.
Her blonde hair was draped damply over her shoulders, with water droplets dripping from the ends of her hair and sliding down her shoulders into the edge of the towel.
The towel couldn’t wrap around the two huge curves on her chest; the massive evil on her chest firmly captured Mirai’s gaze.
Wiping her hair as she walked over, her entire body radiated the warmth after a bath.
Tsunade casually draped the towel over the back of the chair and, without changing clothes, sat down on the edge of the bed just like that wrapped in the towel.
There was a hint of triumph in her tone, “Hahahaha, you have no idea, I went to the old man’s place today, just like you said——first proposed establishing a Medical Department, and threatened to resign if he didn’t agree.”
“Those old fellows turned green with anger, and in the end, they still let me do a pilot program first, starting with three squads.”
As she laughed, Tsunade’s chest heaved tumultuously, leaving Mirai staring in a daze.