“To master the Monstrous Strength Punch, a robust physical foundation is absolutely indispensable,” Tatsukaze stated with a totally frank and serious expression.
“The essence of Monstrous Strength is a massive burst of chakra that triggers an explosive increase in physical power.
But without an exceptional body, you simply won’t be able to withstand the strain.”
“Before learning that precise chakra control, your physique must first meet the minimum standard.”
Tsunade panted softly.
“In other words, I’ve finally qualified now?”
Tatsukaze nodded slightly.
“The Senju clan’s physical constitution is a bit better than I imagined.
I originally planned to spend half a month just conditioning your body.”
Yeah, and also spend half a month ‘admiring’ the beautiful scenery of your body.
But just as Tatsukaze said, the Senju clan’s constitution exceeded his expectations.
Similarly, Tsunade’s seductive allure also vastly exceeded his expectations.
If she kept displaying this incredibly coquettish and sexy demeanor all the time, he couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t lose control and just devour her right then and there.
But if he did that now, the System’s rewards would probably be absolute garbage, since the current Tsunade was still leagues behind the peak Tsunade of the future.
Anyway, since Tsunade had already met the requirements for the next stage, he might as well just proceed.
‘However, according to my calculations, she should still have been a bit short of the mark.
If Tsunade had this level of stamina from the start, Jiraiya and the rest would have been left in the dust by a margin as wide as heaven and earth!’
No matter how much he pondered, he couldn’t figure it out, so he simply gave up thinking about it.
Tatsukaze didn’t know that if this were the original Tsunade, things would have indeed aligned perfectly with his calculations.
But now that Tsunade was bound to the Beast Teacher System, things were completely different.
To put it in RPG terms, by undergoing master-disciple training with Tatsukaze, Tsunade was gaining a +100% EXP boost!
“Alright, Sensei, so what’s the next step?” Tsunade asked impatiently.
“If you mean fighting you for real, don’t blame me for refusing.”
“I don’t want to just get beat up!”
“Relax.
Even if you didn’t say it, why would I ever use my full strength against you?” Tatsukaze said with a beaming smile.
Tatsukaze pointed to a bucket of red paint nearby.
“Do you see that over there?”
“Paint?” Tsunade felt a bit confused.
“Yeah.
Next up is combat training.”
“What does combat training have to do with paint?”
Tsunade’s face was full of utter bewilderment.
Her soft, gentle voice and puzzled expression made her look incredibly adorkable and cute.
Tatsukaze suddenly lowered his head, a faint, lecherous smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Hidden from Tsunade’s view, his eyes were brimming with a profoundly wicked playfulness.
“If you can’t dodge my attacks, you won’t be able to wear those clothes anymore, you know.” Find the original chapter at g.com.
“Huh?”
“You better be careful, I absolutely won’t show any mercy!”
“Eh?”
Under Tsunade’s astonished gaze, Tatsukaze dipped his hand straight into the paint bucket.
When he pulled it out, his hand was coated entirely in wet, bright red paint that dripped continuously onto the ground.
“This will be my mark!”
“Hm?”
Tsunade suddenly felt a violent chill run down her spine.
It was as if she had suddenly been stripped completely naked and dropped into the freezing arctic.
Her body shivered involuntarily, sensing some kind of impending, life-threatening danger.
“You really need to make sure you dodge.”
Tatsukaze chuckled softly.
His body moved, shooting forward like a sprinting cheetah, closing the distance in a lightning-fast flash like a loosed arrow.
His figure carried the howling wind, descending like a crashing meteor and leaving behind a trail of fluttering afterimages.
Slap.
“Huh?”
“Heh heh.”
One sound was a sharp, crisp smack.
One sound was Tsunade’s confused yelp.
And the last was a soft chuckle—a thoroughly smug and triumphant laugh of a successful, dirty scheme.
Right on the fabric covering Tsunade’s perky little ass, a bright red, perfectly shaped handprint boldly appeared!
“AHHH!!!”
The little girl instantly jumped away like a frightened rabbit.
She frantically covered her backside with her small hands.
Her rosy face was burning red, and her beautiful eyes were swimming in humiliation.
She stomped her foot furiously and screamed in embarrassment and anger, “Sensei!
What the hell are you doing?!”
“Ahem, this is exactly the training method for our current stage,” Tatsukaze coughed lightly, putting on the solemn, righteous expression of an absolute gentleman.
“Using this method to calculate exactly how many times I hit you is actually a training exercise with a long history in Konoha.
Back in the day, the Second Hokage trained me in this exact same way.”
Of course, back then, the Second Hokage used color-tipped wooden shurikens for shurikenjutsu training, meant to calculate how many times Tatsukaze was stabbed by the enemy.
He absolutely did NOT run around using his bare hands to grope his student’s ass!
“But!
But…!” The little Tsunade stuttered ‘but’ for quite a while.
Her face was flushed with extreme shyness and her delicate cheeks were burning hot, but ultimately, she was just too embarrassed to scream out, ‘Sensei, why the hell did you slap my ass?!’ This chapter was copied from novelping.com without permission.
But just because Tsunade was too shy to say it didn’t mean Tatsukaze was holding back!
Slap!
Another crisp smacking sound rang out.
“Ah!”
It was a shriek absolutely dripping with overwhelming embarrassment.
“Tsunade, do you really have time to stand there wriggling around?
On the battlefield, the enemy isn’t going to give you time to prepare yourself!”
“No!
Sensei, wait a second—”
Slap!
“Ah!”
Tsunade was utterly ashamed and mortified.
There were already three distinct, non-overlapping handprints completely covering her little ass.
The blindingly bright red color constantly reminded her of the humiliating molestation she was enduring.
“Are you still not focusing on my movements?
Use your chakra to stimulate your body, move your feet, and dodge my attacks!”
“This isn’t an issue about attacking, this is about—” Tsunade frantically waved her hands, her flushed little face filled with utter panic.
Slap!
“No!
Sensei!
Stop for a second, listen to me—” Tsunade’s crimson face looked so flushed it could drip water.
Her two little hands desperately clutched her butt.
Slap!
“This is meant to train your chakra reaction speed!
You need to instantly mold a massive amount of chakra and then precisely control it to boost your physical movements!
Come on, come on!
Hurry up and watch my movements carefully.
If you don’t react right now, I’m going to slap you again!”
“No!”
Slap!
Slap!
Slap…
That day, everyone in the village witnessed Konoha’s little princess sprinting wildly back to her estate.
She was wearing a completely red-stained ninja uniform, a matching set of bright red shorts, and a face burning with an embarrassment that was just as red as her clothes.
Up on the Hokage Monument, Tatsukaze raised his hands—which were coated in the same bright red paint as Tsunade’s blushing face—high into the air, wearing the solemn, deeply fulfilled expression of a devoted martyr.
“Being a teacher is absolutely fantastic!”