bdsm-fiction Chapter 16 I Have No Money
Chapter 16 I Have No Money
"let me see!"
Upon hearing these four words, Uchiha Ike automatically conjured up an incredibly absurd scene in his mind.
Tsunade cornered him, then gave a wicked smile, removed her decorative glasses, and released the seal.
He simply couldn't bring himself to say something like, "No, Tsunade!"
The enhancement of his bloodline limit wasn't over yet; the tomoe in Uchiha Ike's eyes were still spinning rapidly. He had no doubt that if he opened his eyes now, Tsunade's fist would be at his face in the next second.
In this critical moment, Uchiha Ike had no choice but to try to decline: "I'm sorry, my eyes are injured..."
However, Tsunade immediately waved her hand to interrupt him.
"I know a little about medical ninjutsu." Tsunade raised her fist, looking quite confident. "I can take a look at you."
"Did Lady Tsunade come here just to treat my illness...?" Uchiha Ike couldn't help but complain.
"That's right!" Tsunade declared confidently, hands on her hips, her ample bosom trembling slightly, giving her a "What, you disagree?" look. "I just have a medical condition, let me see!"
Uchiha Ike's eyelids twitched, and he finally came to understand Tsunade's tyranny.
fortunately......
[Bloodline limit upgrade complete, host has awakened the double tomoe Sharingan!]
"It's finally over."
Hearing the system's prompt, Uchiha Ike breathed a sigh of relief and immediately controlled his mind, subtly concealing the spinning tomoe.
A few seconds later, Uchiha Ike slowly opened her eyes, staring straight at the Senju Princess before her:
"Nice to meet you, Lady Tsunade."
Tsunade didn't reply, but opened her eyes wide and stared at Uchiha Ike, trying to find something unnatural in his gaze.
She watched until her eyes were sore, but she couldn't detect a trace of guilt in the other person's eyes.
Could it be... that I was really wrong?
This kid didn't come here just to drink?
A few seconds later, Tsunade finally couldn't hold on any longer and raised her hand to rub her sore eyes.
At that moment, Uchiha Ike's gaze finally moved downwards.
Big white and perky.
Uchiha Ike was slightly stunned; he had never seen such an unscientific creation in reality.
With an academic attitude of investigating things to gain knowledge, Uchiha Ike took a few more glances. By the time Tsunade finished rubbing her eyes and looked over, he had already returned to his previous state of not looking at her directly.
"Strange..." Tsunade murmured suspiciously.
"What's strange about it?" Uchiha Ike asked with a smile, the corners of his mouth turned up.
He was certain that his gaze was unwavering and that there was absolutely no fault in it—
Tsunade raised her slender finger and pointed it at Uchiha Ike:
"Didn't you say your eye was injured? Where's the wound?"
Uchiha Ike: "..."
He's just making things up to buy time!
Feeling Tsunade's gaze, Uchiha Ike had no choice but to explain, "My eyes felt a little dry and sore just now, I couldn't open them, but I'm fine now."
"Is that so?" Tsunade looked at Uchiha Ike with a skeptical expression.
"Yes." Uchiha Ike's eyes were clear and bright, but in reality, he was extremely guilty.
However, Tsunade did not make things difficult for him this time. She just glanced at him, muttered "never mind" under her breath, and reached out to grab the sake on the table.
She flicked the bottle cap off, poured the liquor into a glass, then looked up and drank it all in one gulp.
Watching Tsunade begin to drink heartily on her own, Uchiha Ike felt a slight itch on his head.
So, what exactly is she here for?
Just as he was racking his brains trying to figure it out, a wine glass was wobbled up and held in front of Uchiha Ike, blocking his view.
"Want some?"
Looking at Tsunade's neatly trimmed nails, Uchiha Ike pondered for a moment before tentatively answering, "...Want to?"
Snapped!
Tsunade slammed the wine glass onto the table, spilling some of the wine and wetting her slender fingers.
"Don't even think about it!" Tsunade's face flushed, she glared at Uchiha Ike with displeasure. "You brat, you're not allowed to drink!"
"oh......"
"Do you still dare to think about it?" Tsunade asked again.
Uchiha Ike obediently replied, "I dare not think about it."
"Very good!" Tsunade nodded in satisfaction and continued to pour herself more wine.
Watching Tsunade drink cup after cup, Uchiha Ike finally became certain...
She's drunk again.
Uchiha Ike hesitated for a few seconds before asking the question that had been bothering him: "Lady Tsunade, is there something you need from me?"
"It's nothing, it's just..." Tsunade rested her chin on her hand, squinted her eyes, and parted her moist cherry lips slightly: "I thought you were secretly drinking."
"Well......"
That's it?
Uchiha Ike's lips twitched.
"Hey, kid."
Just as he was wondering how long it had been since he had been so speechless, Tsunade suddenly put down her wine glass and looked over.
"What is it, Lady Tsunade?"
"You've graduated, right?" Tsunade pointed to the genin headband on Uchiha Ike's forehead. "What do you want to do in the future? What are your plans?"
"What are your plans?" Uchiha Ike blinked.
Tsunade yawned and said, "It's just dreams, ideals and stuff like that."
ideal......
Uchiha Ike's eyes were somewhat dazed.
He dreamt yesterday that he had captured all the ninjas in the entire ninja world and put them in cages, giving them a daily, humane "Lightning Release" education, making them obediently generate gold coins...
While it's nice to consider this an ideal, considering that not everyone has such advanced ideas, I'd probably get thrown into Konoha prison if I said it out loud.
Uchiha Ike coughed and said to Tsunade in a serious tone, "I want to become Hokage."
Tsunade paused for a moment, then pursed her lips and silently began drinking, one cup after another.
After a long while, she stared sadly at the table and murmured:
"Why does everyone want to be Hokage? It's so boring..."
[Emotional fluctuations detected from Tsunade!]
[Gain 15 points and increase defense by 3%!]
Upon seeing the system's notification, Uchiha Ike raised an eyebrow.
It seems the answer was correct.
However, in his mind, Tsunade was a bold and unrestrained person, and shouldn't be so sentimental.
Today is... August 9th, is it a special day?
"Kid—" Just as he was pondering, Tsunade looked over with a drawn-out tone.
Her cascading golden hair covered her rosy skin, appearing exceptionally alluring under the light.
has a problem!
Uchiha Ike instantly became alert; his radar went off.
He asked cautiously, "What's wrong, Lady Tsunade?"
Tsunade crossed her arms and rested her chin on them, blinking her eyes expectantly: "Do you have money?"
"?" Uchiha Ike glanced at Tsunade, then hesitantly clutched his wallet. "I have some."
"Very good." Tsunade nodded in satisfaction, then casually pointed to the front desk: "Then let's settle the bill."
After saying that, she took a tissue from the box on the table and focused on wiping the wine stains off her fingers, as if everything that followed was none of her business.
"..."
Watching Tsunade's fluid movements, Uchiha Ike's eyelids twitched slightly.
How many times have you dined and dashed? Why are you so adept at it?
He looked down at the empty wine bottles scattered on the table, his lips twitching as he said, "But I didn't drink this wine."
"Tsk!"
Tsunade clicked her tongue in annoyance, the drunkenness on her face vanishing instantly, clearly indicating that everything just now was an act: "You weren't fooled at all?!"
Hard!
Uchiha Ike's fist hardened under the table; he realized he had overestimated the moral bottom line of ninjas!
One of the legendary Sannin of Konoha, would even swindle money from a Genin?
He didn't drink any alcohol, but he's being asked to pay for it. Isn't that taking advantage of an honest person?
"Please settle the bill," Uchiha Ike said with a sigh, taking a deep breath.
If he doesn't pay the bill soon, he'll find other ways to get the money back.
However, upon hearing this, Tsunade not only did not agree, but instead put her hands behind her head and leaned back.
Her graceful body leaned back in the chair, she raised her smooth chin, and her maple-leaf-red lips parted slightly:
"I...don't...have...money."