“That would be best.”
Kiyohane smiled faintly and took out some tender roast chicken for Tsunade to eat.
“You even bought this?”
Tsunade’s eyes lit up.
Kiyohane placed an oil-paper-wrapped package on the coffee table.
When the oil paper was opened, several steaming roast chickens were revealed inside.
Their skin had been roasted golden and crisp.
“Yeah.
I used what was left of my allowance.
After all, you treat me so well, Tsunade-nee,” Kiyohane said without changing expression.
That was not exactly a lie.
His allowance really was more than the cash Tsunade had on hand.
After all, Kiyohane was not buried in debt.
Tsunade, on the other hand, carried an astronomical amount of debt, a sum roughly equal to all the royalties Jiraiya would earn from his books.
In the future, Jiraiya would become a best-selling author in the Land of Fire.
His works would sell well across the entire shinobi world and even be adapted into films.
For that much money earned to be equal to the money she owed, one could imagine just how terrifying Tsunade’s debt was.
Tsunade froze for a moment.
She had not expected this brat Kiyohane to be so filial.
Not bad.
Not bad at all.
The curvaceous Tsunade reached out and vigorously rubbed Kiyohane’s head, messing up his black hair until it was a complete disaster.
Only then did she withdraw her hand in satisfaction, pick up one of the roast chickens, and take a bite.
Kiyohane’s eyelid twitched at the sight.
He only felt that two round shapes were bouncing.
To be honest, Tsunade’s figure was supermodel-level.
Not only did she have the famous 106 measurement certified by Jiraiya, but she was also full in all the right places, without a single flaw.
“What are you looking at, brat?”
Tsunade noticed Kiyohane looking at her.
After biting into the roast chicken, she spoke.
A faint sheen of oil remained on her soft lips, making them appear even redder.
“Nothing.”
Kiyohane quickly shook his head, lest he end up with the same fate as Jiraiya.
“This place tastes pretty good.
Where did you buy it?” Tsunade commented.
When it came to eating chicken, she was quite the professional foodie.
“A new shop near the Academy gate.”
“All right.
No need to cook tonight.”
Tsunade waved a hand generously.
Seeing this, Kiyohane secretly let out a breath of relief.
That had been his goal.
In this household, Tsunade was the local tyrant.
It was not that she bossed people around arrogantly, but rather that she simply did not do housework at all.
She was too lazy to even bend down and boil water.
So on ordinary days, tasks like cooking basically fell to Kiyohane and Shizune.
Shizune was the little maid, and he was the little butler.
In the original story, Shizune had followed Tsunade all over the world, serving tea, pouring water, and cleaning up messes.
She had clearly been born to work hard.
Now, this household merely had one extra person to share the chores.
Using a few roast chickens to exchange for an evening without cooking was extremely cost-effective.
…
Another half month passed.
Morning mist had not yet fully dispersed, but figures were already moving through the streets of Konoha.
Kiyohane was jogging laps, his breathing even and his steps steady.
Over the past half month, he had developed a new habit and begun training his body systematically.
Although the Senju physique was naturally stronger than most, it was far from something he could simply rely on forever.
Even someone as powerful as Asura, a direct son of the Sage of Six Paths, had been suppressed by Indra when he was young.
Only later, after grueling training, did he catch up to Indra’s pace.
Bloodline only determined the upper limit.
The lower limit still had to be raised with sweat.
Kiyohane understood very clearly that the future version of the world would belong to senjutsu and taijutsu.
Relying solely on flashy ninjutsu might allow someone to dominate for a time, but in the end, anyone whose physical strength could not keep up would be forced out of the high-level battlefield.
For example, in the later stages, all kinds of space-time ninjutsu appeared.
If one’s body was not strong enough, then even if the Sharingan could see clearly, the body would not be able to keep up.
It was just like Sasuke confidently trying to use the Mangekyo Sharingan against Killer B, only to get outplayed so badly he nearly overturned.
“What a wonderful day for youth!”
Might Guy ran over from the other end of the track, both hands raised high.
His voice was so loud it startled a flock of birds out of the trees.
His green jumpsuit was especially eye-catching in the morning light, and beneath his thick eyebrows were two rows of teeth so white they seemed to reflect light.
Kiyohane nodded at him.
“Yeah.”
[Collectible trait detected: Stamina Regeneration.]
[D-rank Trait: Stamina Regeneration.]
[Effect: Slightly accelerates stamina recovery.
Recovery speed increases by 20%.]
Kiyohane raised an eyebrow slightly and felt a gentle warmth spread from his limbs through the rest of his body.
“Hah…”
Kiyohane exhaled a breath of stale air, but he could clearly feel that the soreness in the muscles of his legs had suddenly eased quite a bit, as if someone had removed nearly half the weight from him.
Another trait had dropped.
During this half month, he had persisted in morning training every day, and the number of times he met Might Guy on the track had grown higher and higher.
He did not know whether Guy’s concentration of youth was simply too high or whether his own training intensity had just happened to trigger the system’s threshold, but this was already the second trait he had gained from him. The source of this chapter is novelping . com.
The last one had been [Tough Skin and Flesh], also a D-rank trait.
Its effect was that basic physical training would no longer cause minor external injuries.
Kiyohane could clearly feel the benefits after these two traits stacked together.
In the past, after high-intensity training, his skin and muscles would inevitably have a slight tearing sensation, and recovery required time.
Now, even though his training volume had increased, his body had instead become more durable than before.
After one night of rest, he could recover to a lively state.
Endurance, recovery, and resistance to wear.
When these three elements came together, it meant he could train longer and harder than others.
The fact that Might Guy’s self-torturing physical training had not left behind even the slightest hidden injury was practically a miracle.
If he could not walk five hundred laps on his hands, he would do five hundred push-ups.
If he could not finish the push-ups, he would do five hundred using his fingers.
If an ordinary shinobi insisted on Guy’s training volume every day, before becoming strong, they would first ruin their knees.
And this was only Might Guy’s daily training volume when he was six or seven years old.
This was, in truth, Guy’s strongest talent.
A body that could be trained however hard without leaving hidden injuries, combined with a superhuman will, was what allowed him to master the final gate of the Eight Gates.
A person like him was born for taijutsu.
Kiyohane was looking forward to it.
Your trait is excellent, but now it’s mine.
Everyone’s traits would become nourishment for Kiyohane.
Even Kiyohane himself did not know how strong he would eventually become.
After saying goodbye to Might Guy, Kiyohane also stopped by to buy breakfast.
One portion was for Shizune, and one was for Tsunade.
A lazy person like Tsunade usually woke up late.
As for Shizune, at first she had followed Kiyohane on runs for a while, but later failed to keep it up and gave up.
Kiyohane did not force her.
After all, in terms of bloodline, Shizune was also a civilian, though she came from a family that had inherited a secret technique: the Spirit Transformation Technique.
However, that jutsu was connected to the soul and the spirit.
It did not train the body at all.
That was why Dan Kato had died after being ambushed while his physical body was completely defenseless.
…
Before long, it was time for another monthly exam.
This monthly exam did not continue using practical combat like the first one.
The chunin instructors had discovered that the gap in skill between the students was simply too large, so they planned to test theory first.
“Almost first, huh.”
Kiyohane looked at the rankings and rubbed his chin.
The traits he possessed had begun to show their effects, allowing him to learn anything extremely quickly.
As a result, Kakashi was now at risk of being overtaken by him.
Kakashi looked at the rankings as well and felt pressure.
[Collectible trait detected: Genius’s Sense of Crisis.]
[D-rank Trait: Genius’s Sense of Crisis.]
[Effect: When a genius of the same level appears nearby, your comprehension temporarily increases.]
…