Chapter 150: A Quiet Evening

Fear slowly began to grip the audience, and then suddenly there was a burst of laughter. Tsunade glanced at the losing crowd and laughed even more.

- Here are a bunch of fools!

`` Tsunade-sama, this guy, he ...

Senju looked after the receding silhouette.

“He used genjutsu, I’ve seen that before. Only ... ”Tsunade frowned.“ He's clearly not an Uchiha.

At the same time, the defeated ninja began to slowly recover. Shizune said thoughtfully:

- Maybe he used some kind of tool?

"Perhaps ..." Tsunade continued to frown. This boy seemed even more suspicious to her. First of all, he looked pretty impressive, even if he looked like a child. If he is from Konoha, then his sharp black hair can be attributed to the Nara, and his facial features. Only everything was noticeably different, for the better. The skin is paler, almost like that of the Hyuuga, and also the eyes ... Even Princess Senju had to admit that the boy was very beautiful, and his gray eyes only added to his cold charm. Plus, at the heart of everything was his strong chakra. Even though she was a very weak sensor, Tsunade sensed her power. She felt something like this only in childhood and only from one person ...

`` Um, Tsunade-sama, I think we should ... '' Shizune didn't have time to finish when Senju suddenly shifted and her fist immediately dropped onto the chest of the rising shinobi. The crackling of his bones was heard, probably even deaf. As soon as he saw the expression of the poor shinobi, he did not even have time to realize all the pain and horror, as he immediately lost consciousness, simultaneously destroying several buildings. Tsunade just snorted and started walking away without further ado. She absolutely did not want to waste time on this bunch of dummies. People don't learn anything at all when they try to get in her way.

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Finding a suitable hotel was not difficult. Shikamaru picked him up on a not particularly noisy street and quickly booked a room. This time he managed to find quite a rich establishment and a large room. Having dealt with security, he began his evening meditation. Usually, in this process, he chakras chakra through the body and simultaneously folds hand seals. Of course, not for using Ninjutsu, but rather for memorizing and using them quickly. It is useful for every shinobi to be able to fold more seals in less time, such training is just designed for this. In addition, Shikamaru made the process more difficult by balancing on the wobbly surface of a metal ball. The practice looked pretty funny, but it helped focus and control, so he didn't look at what it looked like.

After training in the evening, Shikamaru decided to head to the hot springs before nightfall. Rest is as important as your own development. On the way, the guy often fished and relaxed in the sun, so he was already used to finding some simple distraction. The constant attempts to develop more sophisticated fuin seals had already tired him noticeably. It was because of this that he switched to Ninjutsu for now.

Descending a steep stone staircase, Shikamaru walked over to the old concierge and found out the location of a nearby hot spring. In general, his clones have long drawn up an approximate map of the city, but unnecessary questions will not harm anyone, especially recommendations. Nevertheless, a local resident knows both favorable prices and good service conditions.

Shikamaru did not regret that he asked, because he was told a good place, and he went there.

Having already undressed and tied a white towel on his belt, the guy finally slid the door and entered the common hot spring. At this hour, the place was completely empty, and, as he learned, it was often used by shinobi, and not by ordinary people. In any case, Shikamaru wanted a quiet environment. In Konoha, he also liked to relax alone or with Chоji.

Sitting more comfortably on the warm stones, Shikamaru involuntarily remembered his old friend.

"Yes ... he loved to shake up stories" - mostly Akimichi talked about what happened in the classroom of the academy or in training. I often mentioned new school acquaintances and friends. Shikamaru loved to listen to even such chatter. Now he was somehow bored. Traveling alone was not as fun as he expected. A little more than a week has already passed, and he talked to people at most five times, and then only on business.

“It looks like the life of a hermit is not mine ...” Relaxing in the warm water, Shikamaru closed his eyes contentedly. A barely audible splash of water and a beautiful starry sky brought purity and tranquility to this moment ...

But, not for long ... Lonely pleasure was broken very quickly.

There was a scream of displeasure, which made Shikamaru tense and concentrate out of habit. The voice struck him as painfully familiar, especially this displeased tone ...

After listening, he immediately realized who it was:

- I told you, this bunch of idiots are just street rabble. They always go wherever they ask. Even hands are disgusting to get dirty, ”the girl said with a grain of contempt. As Shikamaru understood, this is definitely Tsunade Senju, only she has such a gentle and at the same time rude voice. Probably, over the years of constant loneliness and tragedies in her youth, she was used to being strong, and tenderness was simply forgotten deep in her heart.

Naturally, another pleasant feminine tone followed:

“Tsunade-sama, isn't it you who are constantly forcing them? And then you beat me too ... - Shizune said the last words a little more quietly.

Tsunade laughed brightly and fell silent for a moment. Shikamaru heard a sip, followed by a cheerful reply.

“At least some fun in this stupid place.

After a fleeting groan, there was a splash of water, and then a gentle sigh of the girl. Shizune sank into the water and smiled contentedly.

- I like it here, if you do not pay attention to this bunch of brothels ...

- Ha ... It's for the best. Believe me, this place did not flourish so much before ... - Tsunade closed her eyes for a moment as if remembering some moments of the past, and then grinned again and poured another cup of sake, followed by a couple of sips.

"Tsunade-sama ..." Shizune asked thoughtfully, "So what kind of boy was that in the alley?" He's from Konoha, maybe you know something?

The steam of the hot spring hid much, including the ideal figures of the girls. But even he could not hide the beauty of Princess Senju. Her wet, loose hair spreads down her right shoulder, covering one of her gorgeous charms. Her cheeks, pink with heat and alcohol, a slightly blurred look and heavy breathing could knock any man down on the spot. Even Shizune constantly seeing her like this, still couldn't get used to this feminine charm. She couldn't even imagine how you can accumulate so much femininity? Is it really a matter of age or special practice ... Of course, she did not dare to ask.

Tsunade took another sip of her favorite drink and replied thoughtfully.

- I think he is Nara, just maybe some other ...

- Another?

"Well, yes," Tsunade closed her eyes slightly. "He might be a survivor of the Uchiha." The Naras may well have hidden their offspring in some way. They are very cunning ... Only, I still have doubts.

- Why did you even decide that he ... Uchiha? Shizune finally asked.

The princess's lips parted in her usual grin.

- I saw how the Uchiha use their eyes ... Usually people just fall in droves and can not do anything. He did not fold a single hand seal. Didn't use sound or smell to control genjutsu. Well, and most importantly, - Tsunade grinned: - The eye genjutsu has one very similar effect - anyone who gets under the Sharingan genjutsu usually first loses touch with reality and this is clearly reflected in his empty pupils, they expand as at the moment of loss of consciousness, and already then everything else happens, ranging from a complete blackout, ending with various effects that the Uchiha inspires. Whether it was sound, smell, or whatever, people would behave differently. Oh ... Shizune, what have I been teaching you all this time?