thefictionvixens Chapter 95 A Brief Separation Leads to "Newlywed Life"
Chapter 95 A Brief Separation Leads to "Newlywed Life"
Chapter 86 A Brief Separation Leads to "Newlywed Life"
Although it was late at night, the gates of Konoha were brightly lit.
A bonfire burned in the open space, with windproof oil lamps hanging around it.
Everyone stopped at the entrance and underwent inspection and registration one by one.
The firelight flickered, and shadowy figures moved about, creating a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.
Xingyuan Qianshuo once again saw Sarutobi Taisho, the same man who had been on duty when he left the village.
Upon seeing the medical team return, the other party smiled and said in a gentle tone, "You've worked hard, welcome back to the village."
The trip was only a few days long, but Xingyuan Qianshuo felt as if he had been in another world.
It was late, and the medical team members said goodbye to each other and went their separate ways.
Xingyuan Qianshuo was thinking of Tsunade, but the night was deep and he was already travel-worn. Going to the Senju residence at this time would be too hasty.
He suppressed his urge to see them immediately and turned to walk towards his home.
The night was deep, and the stars twinkled.
Walking alone in the darkness, a wave of loneliness inexplicably surged in his heart.
With each step taken, the loneliness deepens.
Perhaps, home is where you have someone to care about.
"Forget it, I'll just stay at the Senju mansion for the night. I haven't been back for so many days, my own place is probably covered in dust by now."
Having found an excuse in his mind, Xingyuan Qianshuo immediately changed direction and walked quickly towards the Qian Shou family.
Inside the Senju residence, Tsunade was drinking alone.
The dim light illuminated a lingering sadness and worry on her delicate face.
Ever since Qian Shuo went to the front lines to carry out her mission, she has been restless and has found it difficult to concentrate on her daily cultivation and work.
My heart is filled with worries, and I often feel lost in thought.
These past few days, she and Kushina have become "fellow sufferers" eagerly awaiting the return of their lovers.
My thoughts drifted away, and the wine in my glass lost its flavor.
She felt a little regretful—she should have taught Qian Shuo more skills and improved his abilities more.
Perhaps we should have made him sign the Shikkotsu Forest psychic contract long ago, so he could summon help when in danger.
Just as I was lost in thought, I suddenly heard familiar footsteps coming from the courtyard.
Tsunade was momentarily dazed, wondering if it was a hallucination.
Only when the footsteps drew closer did she suddenly come to her senses, and an overwhelming joy welled up in her heart.
She rushed out of the room, so excited that she forgot to put down her wine glass.
As he ran, the wine spilled all over the ground.
"Tsunade, I'm back."
In the corridor, Hoshino Senju watched Tsunade rushing towards him and said softly.
"Yes, welcome back." Tsunade's voice was slightly choked.
As soon as she finished speaking, she threw herself into Qian Shuo's arms and hugged him tightly.
The worries and concerns of the past few days vanished at this moment, leaving only warmth and peace in my heart.
Xingyuan Qianshuo felt a warmth in his heart.
From that tight embrace, he clearly felt Tsunade's deep longing and understood how much he held in her heart.
He slowly raised his hand and gently embraced her.
This is home; wherever she is, that is his home.
The night was deep, and a cool breeze was blowing.
The two embraced quietly in the corridor, as if embracing each other's entire world.
"I'm covered in dust—" Xingyuan Qianshuo said softly, but there was a smile in his voice.
"I don't care." Tsunade's voice was muffled on his shoulder, and the fingers gripping the fabric of his back tightened even more, as if to confirm that this was not a dream.
After a long while, she took a small step back, her gaze urgently scanning his face and body: "Are you injured?"
Is there anywhere————
No, not at all.
Xingyuan Qianshuo grasped her hand, which was still holding the wine glass, and gently brushed his fingertips across the back of her hand: "The mission went smoothly. I'm sorry to have worried you."
Tsunade seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, her shoulder line slowly relaxing.
She lowered her eyes and looked at their clasped hands, then suddenly noticed that she was still foolishly clutching a wine glass in her hand, and couldn't help but laugh.
"—Seriously, I'm so confused."
"Come inside. Are you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat."
As she spoke, she naturally took Qian Shuo's hand and led him inside, her words filled with deep concern.
Stepping into the living room, under the warm yellow light, Xingyuan Qianshuo finally noticed the faint dark circles under Tsunade's eyes and the lingering traces of worry on her face.
His heart ached, and he gently stroked her cheek: "Haven't you been sleeping well these past few days?"
Tsunade grabbed his wrist and snuggled her cheek into his palm.
"Now I can sleep well."
She raised her eyes, her gaze intense: "Once you've rested well, we'll sign the spirit communication contract with the Slug Immortal of the Wet Bone Forest."
That way I can feel more at ease.
His tone was so resolute that Xingyuan Qianshuo was slightly taken aback, and then a warm feeling welled up in his heart.
"Okay." He didn't refuse and solemnly agreed, "I'll do whatever you say."
"The bathroom is over here. Go take a shower first. The water should still be warm—" Tsuna pointed in the direction, her face slightly flushed as she finished speaking.
This is her usual residence, not a guest room.
But at this moment, it's not appropriate to have Qian Shuo go to the guest room to clean.
"I'll go find you some clothes to change into." Before Chisaku could respond, Tsunade had already jogged away.
Watching her retreating figure, Hoshino Senju's lips curled into a slight smile. Even the shy Tsunade was quite adorable.
He walked into the bathroom changing room, and a familiar fragrance wafted towards him.
It was Tsunade's aura, only more intense here, mixed with the moisture from the steaming box, gently enveloping him.
Xingyuan Qianshuo glanced at the clothes rack and saw several pieces of women's underwear hanging there; their astonishing size undoubtedly belonged to Tsunade.
He couldn't help but smile, and immediately understood why she had blushed earlier.
After glancing at it a couple more times, he composed himself and didn't look at it any closer.
He took off his dusty clothes, revealing his strong and agile body, and turned to step into the bathroom.
The water in the bathtub was still warm, seemingly the same water that Tsunade had used without changing.
"This treatment today is quite good."
He first washed his body with the shower gel in the bathroom before slowly immersing himself in the bathtub.
With eyes closed and mind focused, the warm water gradually soothed the fatigue accumulated over the past few days.
A short while later, the door to the changing room was gently pushed open.
Unfortunately, Tsunade simply put down her clothes and left in a hurry, without entering the bathroom.
Xingyuan Qianshuo only soaked for about ten minutes before getting up.
She rinsed herself again with clean water and then dried herself with a yellow bath towel.
Back in the dressing room, there was a light blue kimono on the rack, neat but slightly worn.
"Could this be old clothes belonging to the First Hokage or the Second Hokage—or perhaps Tsunade's father?"
Xingyuan Qianshuo thought to himself, a smile playing on his lips, and put it on.
The kimono fits perfectly and looks very elegant.
He stepped out of the dressing room, and the aroma of food filled the living room.
Tsunade was bending over to set the table, and when she saw him come out, she couldn't help but glance at Chisaku, who was dressed in a kimono and had a calm and serene air about him.
"I just heated it up a bit, so please make do with this for now."
She sat down opposite Qian Shuo, propped her elbows on the table, and quietly gazed at him with her chin resting on her hand.
Xingyuan Qianshuo picked up the steaming bowl of miso soup and took a small sip.
The warmth penetrates straight to the stomach, and the aroma is rich and fresh.
He looked up and met Tsunade's focused gaze through the steam rising from the container.
The light seemed to dance on her golden hair, reflecting two warm spots of light in her clear pupils.
The bloodshed on the battlefield, the dust on the way home, and the occasional loneliness in one's heart—all were silently soothed and melted away by this gaze at this moment.
"The taste of home," he said softly.
Tsunade smiled, a smile that conveyed an unprecedented sense of peace and contentment.
She reached out, across the table, and gently brushed her fingertips across the corner of his lips—there was actually nothing there.
"Welcome home, Qian Shuo."
Outside the window, the stars shone brighter and brighter, quietly illuminating the courtyard where the family had finally returned.
In the stillness of the night, only tender feelings remained, intertwined with their increasingly rapid breaths.
The morning light was just beginning to shine, filtering softly through the window.
Xingyuan Qianshuo woke up to a full and warm touch.
He was in a daze for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at the blonde woman resting her head on his shoulder.
Her lips were slightly pursed in a happy smile, her cheeks were rosy, and her expression was relaxed and content.
Xingyuan Qianshuo smiled slightly, gazing tenderly at the rare morning scenery.
Last night, he naturally did not go to the guest room again.
Overwhelmed with emotion, the two embraced, their bodies intertwined, inseparable.
At that moment, a warm feeling flowed through his heart, making him feel fulfilled and satisfied.
The look in his eyes as he gazed at the person beside him was a mixture of tenderness and affection.
Past lives and present lives, for a moment it is impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion, between what is important and what is not.
At this moment, he completely possessed someone, and completely belonged to someone.
At this moment, Tsunade's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her drowsiness gradually dissipated.
As if confirming something, she nuzzled tenderly against his neck again, letting out a very soft, satisfied nasal sound.
After a moment, those amber eyes finally opened fully, still carrying a hint of haziness and languor.
Her gaze met Qian Shuo's, reflecting the same tenderness and tranquility.
After a brief eye contact, a faint blush belatedly crept up to her ears.
Suddenly, her eyes narrowed, and she raised her hand, giving Qian Shuo's waist a light pinch.
"You bastard—you weren't even a little gentler last night," Tsunade said coquettishly.
"Hehe." Xingyuan Qianshuo laughed without any shame—who could resist at that moment?
The two embraced tenderly for a moment before slowly getting up.
Tsunade blushed as she dressed, and her shy appearance stirred Xingyuan Qianshuo's heart once again.
Tsunade noticed his gaze, quickly looked away, and glared at him with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.
At this moment, her gaze shifted and fell on a certain spot on the bed sheet. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her body trembled gently.
Xingyuan Qianshuo followed her gaze and saw several dark red stains on the light-colored bed sheet.
His heart tightened, and just as he was about to speak, Tsunade let out a soft snort, grabbed a pillow, and threw it at him.
"Serves you right for messing with me—serves you right for messing with me—"
Xingyuan Qianshuo quickly dodged, pretending to be afraid.
Last night, unable to bear Tsunade's pain, he acted almost instinctively as a medical ninja, forming hand seals. However, after healing her, he inflicted new injuries.
He admitted that some absurd thoughts flashed through his mind at the time, but his affection for Tsunade was the main reason.
All I can say is that the perfect palm technique is far too skillful and too smooth.
After Tsunade vented her anger, she finally calmed down.
She turned her face away and urged in a low voice, "Get up quickly—Kushina should be here soon."
"Okay, right away, right away." Xingyuan Qianshuo quickly responded, got up and dressed.
Tsunade caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye, her cheeks flushed again, she gave a soft snort, turned her head and quickly walked out of the bedroom.
Xingyuan Qianshuo shook his head and chuckled.
He dressed, tidied the messy bedding, then looked at the bed sheet on the headboard and pondered for a moment.
Upon leaving the bedroom and not seeing Tsunade, he went to wash up first.
After finishing, he quietly returned, took out a scroll from his pocket, unfolded it, and formed a hand seal.
With a soft "poof," the bed sheet embroidered with red plum blossoms turned into white smoke and disappeared into the reel.
"Hmm." Xingyuan Qianshuo nodded in satisfaction and walked out of the room with a normal expression.
He lingered in the living room for a while, but Tsunade still hadn't returned, so he strolled towards the courtyard.
The sky was already bright, and the morning breeze was refreshing.
Returning from the bloody and noisy battlefield to the peaceful and tranquil village, his soul seemed to have undergone a silent baptism.
This baptism needs time to settle.
He was always a time traveler, carrying the concepts and ideas of his previous life, and had not fully integrated into the Naruto world.
He did not desire to deliberately pursue power, nor did he demand the creation of peace; he only hoped to follow his heart and slowly change the world.
He wants to integrate with the world, not be assimilated by it.
"Good morning, Qian Shuo."
A clear voice came from around the corner, and Kushina's figure came into view.
"Good morning, Kushina," Hoshigen Chisaku replied with a smile.
"Huh? Wait a minute—Chisaku, what are you doing here? You're back already?" Kushina belatedly widened her eyes and asked a series of questions.
"Yeah, I just got back last night."
"What about Minato? Has Minato come back?" Kushina's eyes lit up immediately.
"Shuimen may need to remain on the front lines for a few more days."
"Ah—how could this happen?" Kushina immediately deflated.
"We have reached a truce with Iwagakure, and Minato will be able to return soon," Hoshino Senju explained gently.
"Hmm... okay." Kushina was still a little listless.
"At least for now, his mission isn't too dangerous, is it?" Hoshino Chisaku tried to comfort him.
"That's true." Kushina cheered up slightly.
"Chisaku, Kushina, come and have breakfast together." Tsunade's voice came from the other end of the corridor.
The two stopped talking and walked away quickly.
Today's breakfast was exceptionally lavish, clearly prepared at Tsunade's special request.
While eating, Xingyuan Qianshuo secretly observed Tsunade.
Her expression softened, her demeanor became more serene, and her face radiated a healthy glow.
It wasn't a youthful appearance achieved through magic, but rather a more natural and gentle aura.
At this moment, Tsunade glared at him with annoyance.
But when she looked away, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.
Kushina inadvertently caught a glimpse of the two exchanging glances, and a pang of jealousy welled up inside her.
These past few days, she had Tsunade by her side, sharing her worries and longings. But now, she's all alone again.
It's unclear when Shuimen will be able to stay in the village permanently.
"Hey, Tsunade-neechan, you look a little different today?" Kushina suddenly said.
"Nothing's different, it's still the same as always." Tsunade's cheeks flushed slightly as she vehemently denied it.
Seeing Kushina lean closer to examine her, she could only say, "It's probably because Chisaku is back and in a better mood."
"Yes, you're right." Kushina nodded—if Minato came back, she would definitely be radiant too.
Xingyuan Qianshuo lowered his head, took a sip of soup, and his lips twitched slightly.
Indeed, it was because he came back.
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