bdsm-fiction Chapters 34-35 Training, Hand in Hand
Chapters 34-35 Training, Hand in Hand
Saturday, 8:00 AM.
Xingyuan Qianshuo stood on the podium, looked around the classroom, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Great, all 42 students attended class on time, with no absences."
His gaze lingered behind Nohara Rin's seat, and his voice rose a few decibels:
"Obito, what are you doing here again? Trying to be a mannequin again?"
Seeing that he had been discovered, Obito stood up sheepishly and hurriedly tried to explain:
"Teacher, your lectures are so wonderful! I've improved so much since listening to you, I'd love to hear them again!"
"I don't believe you for a second." Hoshino Chisaku chuckled inwardly. "He just wants to be with Nohara Rin, doesn't he?"
He glanced at Rin, whose cheeks were flushed and who was shyly looking down, but ultimately didn't kick Obito out. He simply said:
"Sit in the last row and don't disturb the other students in class."
Obito reluctantly moved to the empty seat in the back, but his gaze never left Rin.
Following this minor incident, Xingyuan Qianshuo announced:
"Before the formal lecture, we will conduct a classroom test."
"Please take out your paper and pens and answer the questions I've written on the blackboard."
Upon hearing that a test was to be conducted, a chorus of groans erupted in the classroom.
Regardless of the world, students' instinctive aversion to exams is the same.
Xingyuan Qianshuo quickly wrote the questions on the blackboard. The questions were not difficult; they were all topics covered in the previous lesson.
*Smack!* Ouch—
The chalk in his hand hit a student who was whispering to each other with pinpoint accuracy.
"No plagiarism allowed. Grades aren't important; what matters is whether you've studied diligently."
A dozen minutes later, the students finished answering the questions one after another.
Xingyuan Qianshuo had them exchange their test papers, compare them with the answers he read out, and correct each other's work.
He then asked the students who answered incorrectly to copy the wrong questions after class.
After the test, he continued to explain the "Outline of Basic Medical Knowledge" and successfully finished explaining the remaining part of "Twelve Methods of Emergency Treatment for External Injuries".
During the lecture, Obito was once again invited to the podium to act as a human model.
Practice makes perfect, and this time he cooperated very well, without experiencing that inexplicable phantom pain again.
During the break, Xingyuan Qianshuo asked several boys to help carry over the prepared teaching aids:
Fifty clear glasses, a bucket of water, a bottle of ink, and several droppers.
He instructed Jingyin and Lin to lead several girls to fill each cup about halfway with water and then add seven or eight drops of ink.
The students curiously speculated about the purpose of the murky water, with some even suspecting it was some kind of special medicine that could cure diseases if drunk.
After a glass of muddy water was placed on each person's table, Xingyuan Qianshuo spoke:
"We practiced climbing trees last week. Raise your hand if you can climb one now."
Seeing that most of the students had raised their arms, he nodded in satisfaction.
While it's uncertain whether "benevolent spirit inheritance" played a role in the tree-climbing training, the results were quite good.
"In this lesson, we will continue to train our chakra control using a detoxification method commonly used by medical ninjas."
"The water in the glass in front of us has become cloudy because of the ink mixed in."
"Now, we need to use chakra to separate and extract the ink so that the water becomes clear again."
These words drew gasps of amazement from the students.
While they were still studying at the ninja academy, they could hardly imagine how to separate ink from water.
Amidst the students' astonished gazes, Xingyuan Qianshuo held the glass in his hands, and the murky water began to swirl.
After a short while, the spinning stopped, the water became clear, and the ink obediently floated to the top.
"This allows the ink to separate into the upper layer."
He explained softly, stirring the water again.
"Separation is at the bottom... in the middle..."
The ink blobs swam and changed in the water, as if they were alive.
"Alright, now everyone please begin practicing separating the ink."
The first three students to successfully separate will receive a small reward from the teacher.
As he spoke, he revealed three exquisite and small kunai.
The students, who were already eager to try, were immediately in high spirits and began to give it a go.
Obito, who was listening in, also had a cup of muddy water in front of him, but he showed no intention of making a move.
He was "multitasking" while listening to the lecture, his eyes almost never leaving Lin's position.
At this moment, his eyes glazed over, imagining that he had successfully obtained the reward and would give the kunai as a gift to Rin.
Thinking of the scene where Lin praised him so highly, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
Xingyuan Qianshuo shook his head helplessly. "Xian Er" Obito's thought process was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
While he was lecturing, Tsunade had already arrived outside the classroom.
He was just too focused to notice.
Tsunade, outside the classroom, peered through the crack in the door at Hoshino Senju, who was focused on lecturing.
I found him particularly charming on the podium, and for a moment I stood outside the door and peeked at him.
After the students started operating, water splashed out from time to time, and some even knocked over their cups due to excessive stirring.
"Stay focused and gradually increase your chakra output."
"Use chakra to sense the tiny particles of ink."
"The key is not how much chakra is output, but the precision of control."
Xingyuan Qianshuo stepped down from the podium to inspect the classroom, providing guidance as he went.
Five or six minutes later, the first student to successfully separate the ink appeared—Nohara Rin.
This was within Xingyuan Qianshuo's expectations.
Among this group of medical specialty students, Nohara Rin has the best chakra control and a gentle and intellectual personality, making her very suitable to become a medical ninja.
The downside is that his physical strength is slightly weaker, and as a commoner ninja, his future chakra reserves are probably not very high.
Ten minutes later, the second successful person appeared—Hyuga Tetsu.
The Hyuga clan members train in Gentle Fist and various fundamentals from a young age, giving them superior chakra control compared to ordinary students.
In his memory, apart from Hinata having also studied medical ninjutsu, no other member of the Hyuga clan had become a medical ninja. This branch family member was probably the "butterfly effect" he brought about.
Two minutes later, the third student, named Hanfang, successfully separated the ink.
After Xingyuan Qianshuo checked and confirmed that everything was correct, he was about to announce a break.
Mute reported that she had also succeeded—but unfortunately, she was only a dozen seconds behind and finished fourth.
Back on the podium, Xingyuan Qianshuo prepared to let the top three winners come up on stage to receive their awards.
Suddenly, he noticed movement outside the door and quietly activated his "sensitive sense of smell".
A familiar and pleasant fragrance wafted over—it was Tsunade.
He gestured for everyone to be quiet, and then solemnly said:
"Last week we mentioned that Lady Tsunade promoted the plan to expand the recruitment of medical ninjas in Konoha, which led to the current training program."
"She is also the head of our medical specialty class."
"Let's give a warm round of applause to Lady Tsunade!"
As he spoke, he strode to the door and opened it.
Tsunade coughed lightly, concealing a hint of panic at being discovered, and stepped inside.
Standing on the podium, she met the students' admiring gazes and smiled as she began to speak:
"Yes, everyone is in high spirits."
"The ink separation exercise that Teacher Qian Shuo just guided us on is both a basic exercise and has practical significance."
"Imagine this ink is a poison used by the enemy, and your companion has unfortunately been poisoned..."
"The toxin is potent, and the situation is extremely critical."
"You need to quickly isolate the toxins to save your companion's life."
At this point, Tsunade paused slightly.
The image of Nawaki's mangled body and Kato Dan's pale face flashed through her mind.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, yet she remained composed and continued:
"Medical ninjutsu is profound and has many areas worth exploring."
"Even I have been consistently learning and practicing."
"Being a medical ninja is never an easy path."
"Now is the time for you to lay a solid foundation. Only with a solid foundation can you go further in the future."
These words were both an encouragement to her students and a reflection on her own actions.
In the life of a medical ninja, successful treatments often leave no trace, while failures...
Every life that could not be saved is a wound in our hearts that is difficult to heal.
Especially when trying to save someone important to you, the pain, guilt, and helplessness of failure can never be dispelled in a lifetime.
Tsunade tried her best to control the turmoil in her heart, but her tone of voice still trembled slightly.
Having been familiar with Tsunade's situation, Hoshino Senju keenly sensed her unusual emotional state.
He knew that Tsunade had hemophobia and couldn't face bright red blood, but he didn't expect that these words to boost the students' morale would trigger her own psychological trauma.
Without those twenty years to heal her emotional wounds, she is now sensitive and vulnerable.
Seeing this, he stepped forward and interrupted at the opportune moment:
"Could you please present awards to the successful students?"
Tsunade nodded in agreement.
Xingyuan Qianshuo took out three kunai and placed them on the podium. After thinking for a moment, he took out a fourth one and put it down.
"Please come up to the stage to receive your awards, Rin Nohara, Tetsu Hyuga, Kankata, and Shizune."
Shizune looked at Teacher Chishuo with surprise and delight.
He continued, "Although Jingyin was a dozen seconds late, she still deserves praise."
Amidst envious glances, the four went up on stage to receive the kunai from Tsunade.
When Xingyuan Qianshuo saw Tsunade off, he wanted to say a few words of concern, but the words remained unspoken.
Words of concern always seem pale and powerless; emotional wounds require spiritual healing.
After returning to the classroom, he quickly regained his composure and focused on the lesson.
Then, four students were invited to stand up and share their experiences and insights.
Sometimes, students can better discover problems that teachers overlook, and their perspectives are more readily accepted by their peers.
During the remainder of the second period, six more students successfully separated the ink.
The next two lessons,
Taking advantage of everyone's interest in detoxification techniques, he took the opportunity to explain the basics of "poison identification and detoxification techniques".
Ink separation is just the most basic training.
True detoxification skills require mastering a great deal of knowledge about identifying poisons and learning how to prepare appropriate antidotes; the road to learning is still long.
After the class, everyone cleaned the classroom together, put away the teaching materials, and then went their separate ways.
[You have completed the second training course of the Medical Specialty Student Class, with an S rating. Reward: Chakra +500]
"Why is it an S this time? Is it because Tsunade came to boost morale?"
Although he didn't understand, the increase in chakra still gave him a great sense of accomplishment.
……
It was nearly noon when I left the school.
Xingyuan Qianshuo was preoccupied with Tsunade and didn't have time to eat lunch.
In the morning, he noticed Tsunade's emotional fluctuations, but he had to continue lecturing and couldn't pay attention to it.
Unsure whether Tsunade had returned to the hospital, he tried using his "sensitive sense of smell" to track her down.
Sure enough, the smell came from another direction, not far away.
Passing by the tea street, I realized that Tsunade probably hadn't eaten lunch either.
Xingyuan Qianshuo also bought a large portion of dessert—Yokan roll—at the "Ganligan" dessert shop.
He vaguely remembered that Tsunade had accepted Naruto's "bribe" of desserts and really liked those kinds of sweets.
Muye Reservoir.
It appeared exceptionally tranquil in the midday sunlight.
A gentle breeze ripples across the clear water, and the willow branches on the bank sway gently in the wind.
Tsunade sat with her knees drawn up to her chest in the shade of a tree, gazing into the distance.
It's as if I'm gazing at the rippling water, or looking towards the stone bridge that carries memories of the past.
Xingyuan Qianshuo followed the fragrance and stood not far away, quietly watching her.
Perhaps in our memories, Tsunade's bold and domineering presence is incredibly charming, arousing men's desire to conquer.
But at this moment, her gentleness and vulnerability, her sensitivity and resilience, touched the softest part of his heart.
She could see the beauty of the world, and also deeply understand endless sorrow.
She was trapped in a quagmire of bittersweet emotions, unable to extricate herself.
At this moment, Xingyuan Qianshuo only wanted to protect this woman, to help her escape this "quagmire," to step out of the shadows of the past, and to bask in the sunlight once more.
He quietly walked over and sat down next to Tsunade.
Tsunade casually glanced up, her worries still lingering, before turning her gaze back to the distance.
Xingyuan Qianshuo didn't say anything either, but silently stayed by her side, also looking into the distance.
However, his hands were not idle; he picked up a piece of yokan roll and savored it carefully.
cuckoo-
The slight sound coming from beside him made Xingyuan Qianshuo turn his head in surprise.
The hunger pangs in her stomach instantly pulled Tsunade back to reality from her sentimental "artsy young woman" reverie, and two blushes rose on her radiant cheeks.
"Hey, you did that on purpose, didn't you?" she said, somewhat embarrassed and angry.
"No, I'm just tasting it for you to see how it tastes."
Xingyuan Qianshuo firmly denied his little prank and quickly handed over the snack box.
"Hmph, at least you still have some conscience." Tsunade picked up a piece of dessert and put it in her mouth.
The two of them quickly finished off the large portion of yokan rolls.
Xingyuan Qianshuo secretly rejoiced that he had bought the large portion, otherwise he would have really gone hungry.
The sun was blazing at midday in October.
But the breeze blowing from the water under the shade of the trees by the reservoir is exceptionally cool.
The two remained silent for a moment, quietly appreciating the scenery before them.
Based on Tsunade's remarks at the training course, Hoshino Chisaku could roughly guess her current state of mind.
Saving lives is the duty of every medical ninja.
Failure, however, is a heavy burden that medical ninjas must bear.
As a medical ninja, the hardest thing to bear is being powerless to save the life of the person most important to you.
Medical ninjutsu is profound and complex, but fighting against death is never so easy.
Xingyuan Qianshuo was concerned about Tsunade, but did not offer any words of comfort.
She needs more genuine care, and a strong hand to pull her out of the "quagmire".
In this tranquil atmosphere, Xingyuan Qianshuo gently reached out and covered Tsunade's hand, which was resting on the grass.
The touch from my palm was smooth, delicate, and exquisite, even more intoxicating than a gentle breeze on my face.
Tsunade's hand trembled almost imperceptibly, but she did not pull it away.
After a moment's hesitation, she turned her palm over, her fingertips curling slightly, and gently grasped his hand.
Willows sway gently, water ripples, and the feelings between two people are quietly conveyed in this silent bond.
He felt the warmth of her palm, and in this gentle embrace, she found a long-lost sense of peace.
The cloud of sorrow that had been hanging over my heart seemed to be gently swept away by this simple act of holding hands.
Past emotions and present feelings intertwine at this moment; no one speaks, yet it seems as if a thousand words have been uttered.
This budding affection quietly blossomed in the gentle breeze of an autumn afternoon.