"Isn't it your own fault that you couldn't get up?", Aoba couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Even though Tsunade was already over forty, her personality was still like that of a little girl.
And not just any little girl, one who liked to throw unreasonable tantrums.
"Disciples aren't allowed to talk back to their teachers," Tsunade shot Aoba a glare before continuing, "Besides, the reason I couldn't get up today is because I stayed up all night preparing medical ninja materials for you. So tell me, isn't that also related to you?"
"Uh…", If that was really the case, Aoba indeed had nothing to say. But looking at Tsunade's expression, he felt like she was lying. He just had no proof, "Then what do you want?"
The corners of Tsunade's mouth curled slightly. Not having breakfast wasn't a big deal, but what really annoyed her was how little this kid seemed to care about having her as his teacher.
If it were someone else, they'd probably be overjoyed for days after being accepted as her disciple. But today, she found that this kid had almost no reaction at all.
Not to mention that yesterday, he even tried to send her to the police force. Naturally, she had to give him a little lesson.
That said, she really did help him prepare materials yesterday, even though she just dug out the ones Shizune had used before.
Without hesitation, Tsunade brought her delicate jade-like foot closer to Aoba, leaned back, and said lazily, "I stayed up all night. Give me a massage."
"This…", Looking at the petite, exquisite foot before him, crystal-clear like jade, with round toes painted in red nail polish, Aoba hesitated, unsure of what Tsunade meant. He didn't make a move.
'Does Tsunade really have no sense of boundaries?'
'This is only our second meeting, and already…'
Besides, for some reason, while he was hesitating, he could faintly smell a hint of strawberry fragrance.
'Probably from the scented nail polish.'
"Hmm?", Tsunade let out a dissatisfied hum and said with some annoyance, "What? As my disciple, you can't even give your teacher a massage?"
"This… fine, but I've never done this before. My technique might not be great," Saying this, Aoba bent down slightly, reached out, and placed his hands on Tsunade's calf.
His hands met firm, toned muscles.
She looked soft and fleshy, but surprisingly, there wasn't a trace of excess fat.
Probably from years of traveling around, constantly escaping debts, and training regularly.
But just as he touched her, he clearly felt the small foot in his hands tremble slightly.
And then, in his field of vision, it rapidly enlarged and landed directly on his face.
Aoba's first thought was how amazing chakra was.
As a ninja, Tsunade's soles didn't have any calluses; instead, they were soft, like jelly.
But the next moment, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.
'This was way too insulting!', Fortunately, Tsunade had probably washed her feet last night, otherwise, this would have been a disaster.
He wasn't some kind of foot-fetish pervert. His preferences weren't that weird.
"What are you doing?", Aoba, annoyed, grabbed Tsunade's foot and pulled it off his face.
Only to find Tsunade also glaring at him with gritted teeth, sounding equally frustrated, "You brat, I told you to massage my shoulders! Who told you to grab my foot?"
Anyone who suddenly had their leg grabbed without warning would instinctively react.
As Tsunade spoke, Aoba distinctly felt the soft, smooth foot in his hands tremble slightly, like a startled small animal.
Her dainty, well-shaped toes instinctively curled together, brushing lightly against his palm.
Startled, he immediately let go, "You didn't say it clearly! You just put your foot in front of me, how was I supposed to know what you meant?"
"Besides, I don't even know if you have athlete's foot! What if I catch—ow!"
Before he could finish, he received a solid punch to the head.
"Brat! I told you, no talking back to your teacher! And don't insult me."
Aoba fell silent. Under someone else's roof, he had no choice but to lower his head.
'This grudge… I will definitely settle it later.'
Seeing Aoba finally acting obedient, Tsunade felt like she might have gone a little overboard. But a teacher's dignity had to be maintained.
She crossed her arms over her chest, plopped onto the sofa, and said nothing.
"So, Teacher… do you still want the massage?", After a moment of silence, Aoba couldn't sit still and asked cautiously.
Tsunade frowned, glancing at Aoba's hands with a slightly odd expression. Even though it was her own foot, she still felt a little uncomfortable.
So, she extended her foot again, "Fine, just massage my feet instead. I walked a lot yesterday."
"Uh… you're not going to kick me again, right?"
"I won't!", Tsunade leaned back and relaxed completely. Earlier, it was just an instinctive reaction from being suddenly grabbed. Now that she was prepared, it felt different.
Aoba had no choice but to press his hands against Tsunade's calf again.
As soon as he touched her, Tsunade's body tensed slightly, her ten round toes curling up in pleasure.
Aoba glanced at her, his hands moving against her fair skin. Then, he pressed down.
He didn't actually know how to give a massage, but he had memorized plenty of acupuncture points from medical books in the past few days.
So, he channeled a bit of Mystical Palm Jutsu and began pressing Tsunade's foot bit by bit.
It seemed to be working.
"You're quite clever, kid," Tsunade, of course, noticed Aoba's little trick. She hadn't expected medical ninjutsu to be used this way.
Aoba ignored her and shifted his hands.
He held Tsunade's soft, pale foot, pressing against her sole and instep.
"Mm…", Tsunade let out a soft, enticing hum.
A tingling sensation spread through her entire body.
Aoba was just grateful that he was still a kid at this moment.
But the massage didn't last long.
"What are you two… doing?", Shizune, having just finished tidying up the bedroom, walked out and froze at the sight before her.
Tsunade, looking utterly relaxed.
Aoba, massaging away with an innocent face.
"Teacher said she was tired from walking yesterday and asked me to give her a massage," Aoba explained matter-of-factly while continuing.
Shizune frowned. It was true that the past few days of travel had been exhausting, but she felt like Tsunade was just taking out her frustration from missing breakfast on Aoba.
"Tsunade-sama, if you keep this up, tomorrow's breakfast will be gone too!"
Hearing Shizune's warning, Tsunade cleared her throat and quickly pulled back her foot. She had no choice. She couldn't cook, and Shizune was the one who made breakfast.
As a ninja, she didn't actually need breakfast, but an empty stomach was still uncomfortable.
"Go wash your hands. Once you're back, we'll start the lesson."
"Okay," Aoba obediently got up and followed Shizune's instructions to the bathroom.
Shizune watched his retreating figure, then glanced at Tsunade's face, which still held a trace of relaxation.
She couldn't help but feel a little curious.
'It looks… really comfortable.'
———
After washing his hands, Aoba returned and sat across from Tsunade again.
Shizune also took a seat beside him. As Tsunade's disciple, she was naturally allowed to listen in.
Tsunade sat up straight, her sharp brown eyes studying Aoba. Her beautiful, delicate face took on a rare serious expression.
"Kid, what's your dream?"
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