Isamu had just finished preparing breakfast when he heard movement from upstairs.
A moment later, Tsunade appeared on the staircase.
She was still wearing her pajamas.
Perhaps because of her particularly striking figure, Tsunade seemed to favor loose, oversized clothing when sleeping.
The robe hung loosely around her body, exposing a glimpse of her pale skin.
Isamu’s gaze lingered for a moment longer than it should have.
No.
She’s my teacher now.
Wait, wouldn’t that make it even more exciting?
Tsunade suddenly remembered that she now had a “new disciple” living in the house and couldn’t behave as casually as she used to.
She hurried back upstairs to change properly.
By the time she came downstairs again, Isamu had already set out breakfast.
“What?
That shinobi named Might Dai is still a Genin?”
While they ate, Isamu asked Tsunade about the green-clad man he had seen that morning.
When he learned that Dai had actually been Tsunade’s classmate and had remained a Genin for many years after graduating from the Ninja Academy, Isamu couldn’t help shaking his head.
As expected, this world wasn’t one where hard work alone guaranteed success.
Dai’s talent might have been lacking, but he had been training relentlessly since childhood.
Yet now that he was already in his twenties and even had a child, he was still a Genin
This proved one thing beyond a doubt:
How strong you became didn’t actually depend on how early you woke up.
As Tsunade ate the breakfast Isamu had prepared, she suddenly felt that having a disciple wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
With cooking skills like these, Isamu could open a restaurant in Konoha and probably make it the most popular establishment in the village.
“For the next few days, I’ll prepare some of the teaching materials I’ll need later.
I’ll also fill in some gaps in your basic knowledge,” Tsunade instructed him.
For one thing, she needed to prepare the materials for her classes.
For another, she needed to give Isamu something to keep him occupied and prevent him from wandering around.
After all, he had not yet completely cleared himself of suspicion in the Third Hokage’s eyes.
“Okay.”
Isamu understood this as well.
All of his strength came from his Cheat.
His knowledge and understanding, however, didn’t increase simply because he possessed it.
He needed systematic knowledge to make up for those shortcomings.
Soon, Tsunade somehow brought out a huge stack of books.
She handed Isamu several books covering the basics and told him to study them on his own first.
If he encountered anything he didn’t understand, he could ask her.
Isamu looked at the books on chakra and the human body’s chakra pathways.
Before long, he was completely absorbed in his studies.
[You have used Action Points]
Watching Isamu immerse himself in his studies, Tsunade soon turned her own attention to her work.
Because of what had happened to Nawaki, she was eager to improve Konoha’s medical ninjutsu system as quickly as possible.
This was an experiment of sorts for her, and naturally, she needed to make thorough preparations.
Meanwhile, Isamu would automatically go prepare meals whenever mealtime approached, allowing Tsunade to devote herself completely to her work.
That evening, Isamu asked several questions about chakra.
Although they were all fairly basic questions, Tsunade still patiently explained each one.
Shinobi from small countries who had trained through unorthodox methods might not be lacking in combat experience, but because they lacked systematic knowledge, those without sufficient talent could easily reach a ceiling in their development.
“So that’s how it works.”
With just a few words, Tsunade cleared up a problem that had been troubling Isamu for a long time.
The original Isamu had been able to use ninjutsu, but he relied entirely on his Cheat to do so.
As far as he himself was concerned, he knew practically nothing about the principles behind ninjutsu.
Now that he had the opportunity to learn from a teacher whose knowledge and breadth of experience were as vast as Tsunade’s, Isamu naturally wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip away.
He devoured every bit of knowledge she offered.
He couldn’t obtain any skills directly from books.
Even when he used Action Points, all they did was deepen his understanding.
But that was precisely what he needed.
This knowledge would become another source of strength for Isamu.
Several days passed.
Apart from going out to buy ingredients, Isamu hadn’t stepped outside the Senju residence even once.
Both he and Tsunade seemed to have grown accustomed to this routine.
During the day, Tsunade prepared her teaching materials while Isamu studied on his own.
Whenever he encountered something he didn’t understand, he would wait until mealtime and ask Tsunade about it.
At night, Tsunade would give Isamu more systematic lessons, covering subjects such as human anatomy and medicine.
Isamu accepted everything without hesitation.
He was eager to learn everything Tsunade taught him, and he could even combine it with his understanding from his previous life to ask some rather interesting questions.
Every now and then, he would even leave Tsunade deep in thought.
If it weren’t for a certain white-haired uncle who insisted on coming over for late-night snacks every evening, Isamu wouldn’t have minded continuing this fulfilling life with his teacher indefinitely.
Elsewhere, inside the Hokage’s office, Hiruzen Sarutobi was listening to a report from an ANBU shinobi.
“We interrogated the residents of the settlement where Isamu had been staying and confirmed that”
After Orochimaru captured Isamu, the other people living in Isamu’s settlement had also been treated as accomplices and detained by the Konoha shinobi who arrived afterward.
And the “interrogation” conducted by the Konoha shinobi was certainly nothing like the relatively gentle interrogation Isamu had received.
Based on the results, Isamu was not a spy from another village.
Hiruzen had already learned about Isamu’s talent from Orochimaru.
To be honest, he didn’t particularly believe Isamu was a spy sent by another village either.
With talent like that, Isamu would already be considered an exceptional talent even in Konoha.
It made little sense to cultivate someone like that only to send him to another village as a spy
Even so, Hiruzen Sarutobi hadn’t completely lowered his guard.
“Once Tsunade leaves the village, place him under routine surveillance.”
Isamu still didn’t know that he had cleared the suspicion surrounding him.
At that moment, he was listening to his drunken white-haired uncle enthusiastically describing his dreams for the future.
“One day, the name of the Toad Sage Jiraiya will resound throughout the entire shinobi world!”
Surprisingly, Tsunade didn’t interrupt Jiraiya’s boasting.
It was probably because Jiraiya would be leaving the village tomorrow to head to the front lines.
“Tsunade, when I return, you”
BAM!
Apparently knowing exactly what Jiraiya was about to say, Tsunade’s Iron Fist of Love still came crashing down on his head.
Wonderful.
Isamu watched the scene with a smile and said nothing, simply concentrating on preparing barbecue for the two of them.
“Oh, right.
I’m also planning to take on a disciple.
He’ll be applying for early graduation from the Ninja Academy this year”
Jiraiya held his head and asked Tsunade to look after his future disciple, who had yet to graduate.
After eating and drinking his fill, Jiraiya finally left.
Before leaving, he even told Isamu to grow his hair a little longer.
When he returned, he would teach Isamu an interesting jutsu as payment for all the meals he’d eaten over the past few days.
Isamu’s mouth twitched when he heard that.
He felt as though he’d been taken advantage of.
His white-haired uncle’s talent for making empty promises was on par with that of his boss from his previous life.
Jiraiya said the same thing every time he got drunk.
And apparently, he only said it when he was drunk.
Who knew whether he even remembered any of it afterward?
Isamu cleaned up the battlefield of dishes and leftovers, washed up, and then lay down in bed to review everything he’d learned that day.
Knock, knock, knock.
A sudden noise reached him.
Isamu jolted awake and instinctively pulled the kunai from beneath his pillow, assuming a defensive stance.
The next moment, he realized that the sound was coming from the room next door.
Nawaki had awakened?
Tsunade was even faster.
Before Isamu could leave his room, Tsunade had already reached Nawaki’s bedside.
Nawaki was huddled in the corner, staring at his own hands in confusion beneath the moonlight.
Tsunade’s heart ached at the sight.
She hurried over and embraced her younger brother.
“Big Sis, what happened to me?”
Nawaki only remembered an explosion.
After that, he had lost consciousness.
When he woke up, he immediately sensed that something was wrong with his body.
One hand was large while the other was small, and faint scars ran across his body.
A terrifying thought crossed Nawaki’s mind.
This body
It wasn’t his own.
Isamu looked at the siblings and very sensibly left the room.
It was better to let Tsunade explain it to him.
When Nawaki learned that his life had been saved through the efforts of a passing doctor and the remaining limbs of his fellow shinobi his mind suffered an enormous shock.