Orochimaru saw his eager expression and chuckled. "Since Tōshirō-kun is willing, I have nothing more to say."
Tōshirō said, "Thank you."
After understanding the situation, it was time for them to rest.
"It's getting late. Let's rest first."
Taking that as his cue, Orochimaru planned to privately consider the upcoming operation.
The bald middle-aged man offered to lead them to their assigned lodging, as he had already made arrangements.
Orochimaru shook his head. "No need to go to that trouble. Three rooms are enough."
"Three men crammed into the same room, your relationship is really..." The bald middle-aged man paused, feeling something was off.
"Huh?"
"Why three rooms?"
"Does that mean it's not three men crammed together, but two?"
"Ah, this?"
Associating this with Orochimaru's effeminate face, the bald middle-aged man immediately jumped to conclusions, and his gaze towards Orochimaru changed.
"Oh no, I think I accidentally discovered the future Hokage's strange habits..."
Orochimaru's imagination wasn't as rich as his. He pointed at Tōshirō and Tsunade and said, "That's not it. I mean those two are sleeping together."
The bald middle-aged man suddenly understood. "That's normal... Uh????"
The bald middle-aged man took a moment longer to react.
"Wait?"
"Aren't Tōshirō and Tsunade a man and a woman?"
"How can they sleep together?"
"Isn't that inappropriate?"
Suddenly, it was as if something clicked for him, and his eyes widened.
At this moment, Jiraiya seemed to see through his thoughts and nodded from the side. "It's exactly the kind of relationship you're imagining."
After speaking, Jiraiya couldn't help but grit his teeth, a look of extreme envy on his face.
"Why does he have to sleep with a pillow during war, while Tōshirō gets to sleep with a woman? The difference is too damn big."
Tsunade blushed slightly, vehemently denying it. "Who's sleeping with him?"
Orochimaru's voice was husky with laughter. "Haven't you two been living together for a while now? Are you perhaps unable to relax when you're outside?"
Tsunade: ...
The bald middle-aged man listened to their conversation, utterly shocked. It seemed he'd have to go back to the village and inquire about their gossip when he had a chance.
"Uh... In that case, please follow me."
The bald middle-aged man led the four to their lodging, then very shrewdly assigned Tōshirō and Tsunade to the same room.
"I told you, I'm not sleeping with Tōshirō!"
No sooner had Tsunade finished shouting than the bald middle-aged man, chuckling to himself, had already led Orochimaru and Jiraiya away to their rooms.
Tsunade plopped down on the bed, complaining, "Honestly, he should have let me finish talking..."
Tōshirō sat down next to her.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Tōshirō simply lay down, looking completely at ease. "Sleeping."
"This is my room. Did you even ask for my opinion?" Tsunade reached out to pull him. "You, get down and sleep on the floor!"
Tōshirō brazenly said, "Alright, alright, stop being so coy. You've already shared a bed with me several times. What are you still embarrassed about?"
Tōshirō was referring to sleeping in the simple sense, as in, just sleeping.
"That's at home; it's different outside."
Tōshirō asked a profound question, "What's different?"
Tsunade couldn't answer. She couldn't very well say she couldn't be so unrestrained at home.
After a struggle, Tsunade finally had no choice but to go along with Tōshirō's wishes, feigning reluctance. "You're truly impossible..."
Her words made Tōshirō chuckle. "That's what I should be saying. I wonder who it was just now..."
"Shut up!"
"..."
"Wash your feet before bed."
Tsunade commanded, "Your feet stink."
Because they had to be ready for sudden situations, they essentially slept in their normal clothes, at most taking off their shoes and washing their feet.
"You're such a hassle."
Tōshirō grumbled, but he obediently went to fetch a basin of water. After taking off his shoes, just as he was about to put his feet in the water, a pair of delicate feet forcefully inserted themselves, taking the spot first.
Tsunade rubbed her feet together, splashing water. "The water temperature is nice."
Tōshirō was annoyed. "Hey, this is my foot-washing water!"
Tsunade raised her smooth, fair foot, dripping with water, her eyes alluring, her voice sweet and syrupy. "Do you want to lick my foot?"
Tōshirō gasped.
For a moment, he didn't know if his ears had played tricks on him or if Tsunade had lost her mind.
Tsunade mumbled softly, "When I was little, my puppy loved to lick my feet."
Tōshirō was puzzled. "That may be true, but what does that have to do with me?"
Tsunade, recalling their last encounter, smiled playfully. "Didn't you claim to be a 'dog-licker'? This counts as a type of dog, right?"
"That was just a joke."
Tōshirō wasn't very interested in Tsunade's feet. He forcefully pulled them apart, so they wouldn't hinder him from washing his own feet.
"But I was serious," Tsunade said, stepping on his foot with her bare feet while he was washing his own, mischievously pinching with two toes.
Tōshirō hissed. "That hurts!"
Tsunade playfully scolded, "Who told you to always take advantage of me?"
Tōshirō sighed, letting Tsunade pinch him with her feet.
After washing his feet, Tōshirō sat on the chair, picking at his foot propped up on the chair. "Tsunade, I'm a little hungry."
"If you're hungry, just go find something to eat yourself. Why ask me? I don't have anything to give you."
"Hey, shouldn't you, as my girlfriend, proactively find something for me to eat at a time like this?" Tōshirō complained. "Honestly, what good are you?"
"I am your girlfriend, it's true, but I'm not your mom."
Tsunade laughed. "Give you food? Do you think you're a baby in swaddling clothes?"
Tōshirō looked at the ample "devil fruit" on her chest and thought for a moment. Being a baby didn't sound so bad after all.
Tsunade watched him picking at his foot while talking to her, frowning and looking displeased. "By the way, how dare you do such disgusting things in front of me? Can't you pay attention to your image? If word gets out, I'd be too embarrassed to say I'm your girlfriend."
"But picking at my feet feels really good," Tōshirō seemed to have listened to Tsunade and reluctantly put his foot down.
Tsunade saw that he was grumbling but his body was quite obedient, and her tone softened considerably. "Finally willing to stop? Hmph, good for you for knowing better."
Tōshirō shook his head. "That's not it. I just got a bit tired doing it."
With that, Tōshirō climbed onto Tsunade's bed and extended his foot towards her, which left Tsunade stunned.
"...What are you doing?"
Tōshirō shamelessly said, "Tsunade, help me pick my foot."
Tsunade gasped. "Are you out of your mind? You want me to pick your foot?"
"Hey, isn't that a girlfriend's duty?"
"Rubbish! There's no such duty!"
"I just added it."
Tsunade waved her hand, pointing. "Get out! Now! And don't come back!"
Tōshirō looked pitifully at Tsunade, playing the emotional card. "Please, just this once."
Tsunade, with righteous indignation, flatly refused. "No! That part of you is so dirty! Who'd want to pick your foot?!"
Tōshirō still wanted to argue. "But I just washed it with you! You can even vouch for it!"
"Even if you just washed it, no!"
"Not even once?"
"No! If you dare let me pick your foot today, I can't even imagine what you'll dare me to do later!"
Tōshirō's eyes darted about. "Then, how about I pick your foot first, and then you pick mine?"
"That part of me is very clean, no need, thank you."
"Sigh... Tsunade, you're really stubborn."
Tsunade sneered, "You're the stubborn one."
Tōshirō sighed, having no choice but to do it himself.
"Hey, why are you scratching again?"
"Mosquitoes. I got bitten. It's really itchy."
Tōshirō wasn't really lying; he genuinely had been bitten by mosquitoes.
Tsunade didn't believe him. She just felt that Tōshirō would stop at nothing to achieve his goal, and if she didn't give in, he would probably continue being shameless. Reluctantly, she compromised:
"You're impossible. I'm telling you, just this once, okay? Next time, I won't do it no matter what."
Tōshirō let out a soft "Ah."
"What 'ah'? Hurry up and put it over here before I change my mind."
Tsunade looked utterly displeased.
Since she said that, Tōshirō, who had given up hope, immediately eagerly extended his leg.
Tsunade watched him, his face filled with pleasure and enjoyment, and couldn't help but wonder, "Is it really that comfortable?"
Tōshirō closed his eyes, savoring the moment. "Mm, it's quite comfortable, but it would be even better if you went a little deeper."
Tsunade snorted and threw her hands up, refusing to continue.
Tōshirō opened his eyes, a confused expression on his face. "What's wrong?"
"I help you, and you're still picky," Tsunade snapped, extending her two fair, gleaming legs.
Seeing her place her legs in front of him, Tōshirō was startled. "What are you doing?"
Tsunade said directly, "I just did it for you for so long. Now it's your turn."
Tōshirō chuckled. "Weren't you unwilling just now?"
Tsunade huffed, "Can't I change my mind?"
Tōshirō sighed, "Women change their minds faster than flipping a book..."
Tsunade glared. "What did you say?! If you don't want your frontal lobe anymore, you can tell me."
Tōshirō squeaked like a mouse. "Nothing..."
Tsunade closed her eyes. "If you know that, then hurry up. How long are you going to dawdle?"
"Yes, ma'am..."
Just as Tōshirō was about to diligently serve Tsunade, a loud explosion suddenly rang out from outside.
It was accompanied by a hysterical roar: "Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!!!"
Tōshirō: ???
Tsunade: ???
The incident was sudden; there was no time for much thought. Both of them rushed out without even bothering with their shoes.
(End of Chapter)
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