Konoha’s Third Training Ground.
Two adorable young girls…
lolis…
whatever, they’re basically interchangeable adjectives.
They were currently sweating profusely.
“Hah…
hah…” Tsunade, dressed in a sleek and practical ninja uniform, was running forward with an imposing momentum.
“Ah…
ugh…” Mina, dressed in a cumbersome palace dress entirely unsuited for combat, was completely exhausted, panting like a dying dog.
“Haha!
You idiot!
This is what you get for insisting on wearing that princess dress!
As a ninja, you should just obediently wear a ninja uniform!”
Tsunade mocked loudly, turning her head as she ran to jeer at Mina, who was lagging far behind.
“Hah…
You just have…
a bit more stamina!
Hah…
What are you so proud of?!” Even though she was panting so heavily she could barely string a sentence together, how could a loli ever admit defeat?
Tatsukaze held a magazine—supposedly the “most popular” one currently circulating—flipping through it out of sheer boredom.
“Seriously, they can’t even write a proper erotic novel.”
“An author who can’t write smut is no different from a salted fish!”
Tatsukaze critiqued disdainfully.
He’d read a few pages, toss it aside like garbage, and then pick it back up shortly after.
“Sigh, so boring, so boring.
Days without computers, without ‘educators,’ and without video games are just too hard to endure!
No wonder the Hokage lineage gets so bored they resort to peeping on women’s bathhouses.”
However, the one thing better than his previous life was that this world had unparalleledly powerful enemies, and unparalleledly beautiful women.
As Tatsukaze thought this, he looked up at the sweating little lolis and muttered internally.
‘It looks like it’ll take quite a while before I can fully nurture and “harvest” them!’
Thinking this, Tatsukaze called out, “Tsunade, hurry up!
Don’t forget, your training isn’t just about running!”
“Yes, Sensei!”
Hearing this, Tsunade immediately picked up her pace.
Sweat soaked through her clothes, making her flat, developing figure faintly visible.
Combined with her unique, childish loli charm, it was an incredibly intoxicating sight.
“Sensei!
Take this!”
Tsunade closed the distance and suddenly leaped into the air.
Swinging her fair, delicate little fist, she threw a punch straight at him.
Tatsukaze maintained his posture, head still lowered looking at the magazine.
He merely raised his left arm casually, catching her fist with one hand.
“Bastard!
Again!”
Her face was full of determination as a majestic surge of chakra erupted from her.
She soared up again, swooping down on Tatsukaze like a hunting eagle.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Ten consecutive punches.
The surging chakra on Tsunade’s hands was visible to the naked eye, and her offensive was incredibly fierce.
Yet, Tatsukaze’s expression remained entirely unchanged.
He released the perfect, exact amount of chakra from his hand every time, completely neutralizing Tsunade’s attacks.
“Alright, that’s ten punches for this lap.
Keep running.”
Tatsukaze twisted his palm and pushed his arm forward.
Tsunade’s body was involuntarily pushed away, sending her right back onto the running track.
“Damn it!
You beast Sensei, just you wait!
Next time, I’ll definitely beat you to a pulp!”
Shouting in exasperation, Tsunade continued running with a highly indignant expression.
This was Tsunade’s training regime: run a lap, then launch a ten-punch combo at Tatsukaze, with every punch carrying Monstrous Strength.
It not only trained her stamina but also actively guided the development of her Monstrous Strength Punch.
‘It looks like she’s already grasped the basics of Monstrous Strength.
Maybe it’s time to start teaching her other things,’ Tatsukaze thought silently.
He slightly raised his head and looked at his second disciple.
Mina was gasping for air, swaying heavily with every step.
For someone who had just begun physical training, Tsunade’s routine was far too grueling.
But it couldn’t be helped.
The physical body is the foundation of a towering skyscraper.
There isn’t a single true powerhouse in the world who looks like a sickly invalid on the verge of death.
“S-Sensei…” Mina finally managed to drag herself over to Tatsukaze.
She was drenched in sweat, but unfortunately, palace dresses weren’t designed for mobility like ninja uniforms.
They were thick, tightly woven, and exceptionally elegant—but entirely opaque.
Ahem!
Just a casual observation, absolutely no ulterior motives here!
“Your clothes are severely restricting your movements.
If you can’t handle it, you should consider changing into something else,” Tatsukaze suggested, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.
Yeah, he could totally go buy some custom clothes for Mina that perfectly suited his…
tastes.
Like sheer silk robes or something similar.
Mina shook her head.
“Sensei, when I asked you back then, didn’t you say that wearing these clothes wouldn’t affect my strength?
I don’t want to change!”
“Well, whatever suits you,” Tatsukaze said indifferently.
“Clothes are just clothes.
Strength comes from your own abilities.
Idiots who blame their gear for their own incompetence usually die the fastest.” This chapter is updated first at g.com.
Other than the First, Second, and Third Hokages who wore armor into battle, Orochimaru and Tsunade essentially wore whatever they wanted.
Especially Orochimaru!
That kimono might look dashing and handsome, but kimonos seriously restrict movement!
Tatsukaze himself was dressed in his preferred attire: a pair of jeans and a sports shirt.
The only thing remotely ninja-like about his outfit was the ninja tool pouch strapped to his waist.
“But looking at you, it seems you’ve reached your limit.
You should take a good rest.”
Even though the words were gentle, Mina’s face instantly twisted in sheer horror.
“No!
Sensei!
Wait!
I can still keep going—”
But Tatsukaze completely ignored her.
He casually reached into his ninja tool pouch and pulled out a dark green handgun.
“Dying Will Bullet loaded—Shoot!”
Amidst Mina’s terrified expression, a loud bang rang out.
A dark red bullet shot from the gun, striking Mina squarely in the forehead.
She instantly collapsed to the ground.
“Reborn!”
Suddenly, a flame ignited on Mina’s forehead.
She let out a loud shout, her palace dress instantly tearing to shreds.
Clad only in two pieces of small underwear, she violently sprang back to her feet.
“Rest with my Dying Will!”
And then Mina immediately lay back down, tightly closing her eyes, and began panting heavily as she rested.
“What a spectacular view!”
A wicked, demonic smile suddenly appeared on Tatsukaze’s face.
He crouched down close to Mina and meticulously, unabashedly admired the beautiful scenery.
“Mhm, nice figure.
Her two little steamed buns are already starting to take shape, and her legs are definitely slender enough.
It’s a damn tragedy that this world invented growth-stunting contraptions like bras.
But still, what exactly is this ‘hidden attribute’ the System mentioned?”
Tatsukaze pondered this, muttering to himself and nodding occasionally, looking entirely like a dedicated researcher.
That is, if you ignored the completely lecherous look in his eyes that entirely exposed his true nature…
‘Even if I die, I absolutely refuse to rest like that, you bastard!’ Tsunade watched from afar, screaming internally with intense urgency and panic.
As if he had heard her inner thoughts, Tatsukaze turned his head, looked at the sweat-drenched Tsunade, and said:
“Tsunade, it looks like you’re almost at your limit too.
Want to take a rest?”
“Absolutely not!
Sensei, I am nowhere near my limit!
Even if I die, I will not let my clothes explode!”
“Don’t push yourself too hard.
It’s bad for your body.
Wouldn’t it be nice to take a proper rest?”
“No it wouldn’t!”