Outside Kurenai’s house, a fierce battle was underway.

Tsunade’s voluptuous body became a blur as she instantly appeared before Kitazawa. Accompanied by a gust of wind, she raised her leg and brought it down with tremendous force.

With a loud bang, the ground cracked open, sending countless broken stones flying everywhere.

Konoha-Style Body Flicker! Kitazawa’s body transformed into leaves.

After landing, he clenched his fist and threw a punch.

Tsunade felt the pressure from behind. Without hurrying, she turned around, spread her fingers, and caught Kitazawa’s fist directly.

A terrifying force surged out. Her arm trembled, and her mature body swayed under the impact.

“Your strength isn’t focused enough,” Tsunade said nonchalantly, then pulled with her right hand.

Kitazawa stumbled toward her.

Although Tsunade’s embrace looked soft, the kick she delivered stopped him cold.

Kitazawa’s heart jolted, and he quickly used the Konoha-Style Body Flicker again. After moving away, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

But Tsunade’s attack came again. She closed the distance with a single lunge. As she threw a punch, the air vibrated.

Kitazawa gritted his teeth, stood firm, and met her attack.

Their fists collided, creating layers of shockwaves.

Kitazawa staggered back several steps. Each step left a deep footprint on the ground.

“Continue,” Tsunade nodded slightly and said.

Although Kitazawa’s monstrous strength still had flaws, he had mostly mastered it. His learning speed exceeded her expectations.

Tsunade then thought of the Emotion Displacement Psychological Medical Ninjutsu.

It should have been completed half a month ago, but her inner conflict made her procrastinate until now.

However, what was meant to come would always come.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two figures became blurs, exchanging blows at high speed.

Yet, to call it an exchange of blows was misleading. In reality, Kitazawa was constantly being hit and retaliating passively.

There was no other way. Although his strength had reached Jonin level, it was still not enough to face Tsunade.

Furthermore, this was a pure taijutsu confrontation. The ninjutsu Kitazawa had mastered was temporarily useless.

Still, he gained much from it. In addition to progressively mastering his Chakra Enhanced strength, he also accumulated valuable combat experience.

Kitazawa had previously worked as a teacher at the Ninja Academy and rarely went out on missions, so naturally, he had fewer chances to fight.

Even when he did, most enemies were weaker than him.

Ninjas like Tsunade, who were significantly stronger, were rare.

Fighting her allowed Kitazawa to make rapid progress—it was just exceptionally exhausting.

Nine o’clock in the evening.

“Today’s battle ends here,” Tsunade said, stepping back.

“Yes… Yes, Lady Tsunade,” Kitazawa replied, panting and drenched in sweat.

“That Emotion Displacement Ninjutsu is almost complete. After your school holiday, notify Yakumo to undergo psychological treatment.”

Without waiting for his reply, Tsunade turned and left for her residence.

It took Kitazawa several seconds to process her words. Did she finally agree?

Kitazawa had guessed that Tsunade was stalling for time. After all, no matter how difficult the Emotion Displacement Ninjutsu was, it shouldn’t have taken her this long.

Fortunately, she hadn’t gone back on her word. The treatment she had promised earlier was finally being fulfilled.

Kitazawa wasn’t sure whether he could cure Tsunade’s hemophobia. But no matter what, he had to try.

Dragging his exhausted body into the house, Kitazawa reached the living room and collapsed onto the sofa, just like before.

Closing his eyes, he felt fatigue surge over him like waves—one after another.

Just then, footsteps approached.

“Kitazawa.” Kurenai looked at him with a hint of distress and said softly, “Go back to your room and rest.”

“Carry me in,” Kitazawa murmured, still not opening his eyes and merely extending his hand.

“Are you still trying to take advantage of me at a time like this?” Kurenai grabbed his hand, her tone tinged with annoyance.

“I’m completely out of strength. I’m not trying to take advantage of you,” Kitazawa corrected her.

“Do you think I’d believe that?” Kurenai placed his hand on her waist and then picked him up.

Although she was a woman, her strength as a ninja was naturally sufficient to carry him with ease.

Kitazawa rested his head against her embrace, faintly feeling the soft contours beneath him.

“How’s your monstrous strength coming along?” Kurenai asked while carrying him to his room.

“Very smoothly,” Kitazawa replied.

He felt his body slowly descend until it landed softly on the bed.

“That’s good.” Kurenai released her hands and said, “You rest first. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”

Just as she was about to leave, Kitazawa grabbed her hand.

“You still have—” Before Kurenai could finish, she let out a soft gasp as her body was pulled onto the bed.

She steadied herself and found Kitazawa’s face right in front of hers. They lay facing each other, close enough to feel each other’s breath.

“You… what are you doing?” Kurenai’s heart trembled as she asked.

“No need to rush to make dinner,” Kitazawa said, his gaze lingering on her rosy lips. “Make dinner after I wake up.”

Kurenai noticed his gaze and subconsciously swallowed. Her throat moved, and she exhaled slightly.

Kitazawa leaned in without hesitation and kissed her.

Kurenai’s body stiffened at first, but quickly relaxed. Her eyes lost focus, and a dazed expression appeared on her face.

“Kurenai, you’re so beautiful,” Kitazawa whispered, his tone laced with sincerity.

Kurenai stared blankly at him, her face flushed red.

But soon, realization struck. She snapped back to her senses, and the blush spread from her cheeks to behind her ears.

“That… I won’t disturb your rest… I…” Kurenai stammered incoherently.

“Since we don’t need to make dinner, just sleep with me,” Kitazawa said with a faint smile. “It’s rare to see you so flustered.”

“Who… who’s flustered?!”

Kurenai’s breath hitched for a second before she forcibly steadied herself, her composure returning as she shot back with deliberate provocation, “Since you’re all out of strength, you should be lying down and resting properly!”

“Out of strength?” Kitazawa’s gaze instantly turned sharp and penetrating.

The lazy smile vanished from his face, replaced by a low, resonant tone that vibrated with intensity. “It seems I have no choice but to give you a proper… demonstration.”

Kurenai stared blankly, her mind struggling to process his meaning.

But Kitazawa was already moving. His hand pressed down on the full curve of her thigh, kneading firmly twice through the fabric before his fingers deftly found the hem of her top.

At the same time, the clothing at her left shoulder loosened and slid downward of its own accord.

Her fair skin, the delicate line of her collarbone, and the intricate black mesh lining beneath were all laid bare to the cool air.

“Ki… Kitazawa?” Kurenai’s voice escaped as a tremulous whisper, barely audible.

“Kurenai.” Kitazawa stilled his hands and looked directly at her, his movement pausing entirely. If she were unwilling, he would not press further.

“A bath… You should take a bath first.” Kurenai’s face flushed a deep, brilliant scarlet as she forced the words out.

“Together?” Kitazawa raised an eyebrow, a slow, suggestive smile returning to his lips.

“…Mm.” Kurenai averted her gaze, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

In one smooth motion, Kitazawa scooped her up from the bed and carried her into the bathroom. He set her down gently before turning the faucet. Hot water began cascading into the tub, and steam soon curled through the room, veiling everything in a warm, misty haze.

“Let me… let me help you wash,” Kurenai offered, battling down her shyness with sheer will. “You must be tired from all that training.”

“Alright.” Kitazawa accepted readily. He would need his strength later, after all.

He shed his clothes and stepped into the bathtub, the hot water welcoming his sore muscles. When he glanced back, Kurenai was still rooted in place, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her entire posture radiating tension.

“How do you plan to wash me like that?” he asked, amusement colouring his tone.

Kurenai hesitated for a long two-count before slowly, nervously, opening her eyes. Seeing him already submerged in the water, she secretly exhaled in relief. Biting her lip, she took a tentative step forward.

“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” Kitazawa blinked, his expression one of pure, feigned innocence.

“Huh?” Kurenai froze, her mind stuttering to a halt.

“It’s a bit unusual to bathe with your clothes on, don’t you think?” he teased.

Kurenai’s thoughts dissolved into static, the thunderous beating of her own heart the only sound in her ears.

“If you’re too shy, you can always wash after I’m done,” Kitazawa suggested, his eyes glinting with a calculated challenge.

“It’s just a bath!” Kurenai retorted, shooting him a defiant glare. With sudden resolve, her fingers went to the buttons of her top.

Kitazawa’s breath caught in his throat.

A vision of snowy, flawless skin unfolded before him.

Sleek, straight legs, rounded and supple hips, a slender waist, and that stunningly beautiful face now painted with a deep, captivating blush.

“I… I’ll scrub your back first,” Kurenai managed, instinctively crossing her arms over her breast.

“Alright.” Having thoroughly enjoyed the view, Kitazawa obligingly turned around.

Kurenai drew several steadying breaths, then lifted her bare right leg and stepped into the tub. She picked up the bath sponge and began diligently scrubbing his back.

Kitazawa tilted his head slightly, catching a glimpse of her kneeling form, the smooth skin of her thighs. The angle was frustratingly limited, preventing his gaze from wandering further. But it was of little consequence—his opportunity would come soon enough.

“You… turn around now.” After a significant internal struggle, Kurenai finally spoke again.

Kitazawa immediately complied, turning to face her directly.

In that instant, the entire panorama was his to behold.

Kurenai’s face was crimson. She kept her head lowered, focusing intently on the bath sponge in her hand. Though overwhelmed by shyness, her movements remained meticulous and thorough.

“Go rinse off with hot water.”

Five minutes later, Kurenai completed her task of scrubbing his back.

Kitazawa turned the shower back on. Hot water sprayed from the showerhead, drenching them both in a warm, misty spray.

“My turn is over. Now it’s my turn to wash you. Turn around,” Kitazawa said, taking the bath sponge from her hand, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“I… I can wash myself,” Kurenai refused instinctively.

“No,” Kitazawa shook his head, his expression turning one of mock solemnity. “I am a man who believes firmly in fairness above all else.”

“You just want an excuse to take advantage of me!” Kurenai gritted her teeth, refusing to turn. Instead, she raised her arms directly overhead and declared, “Fine! You wash me!”

Since things had already progressed this far, there was no point in clinging to modesty.

Kitazawa felt his vision brighten considerably.

“Now that’s the Kurenai I know,” Kitazawa said, raising his hands into the steamy air.

“Pervert,” Kurenai muttered, puffing out her cheeks.

“I’m generously offering to wash you, and this is the thanks I get?” Kitazawa’s hands roamed over her fair, incredibly soft skin. “You’ve wounded me deeply.”

“Just wash me properly!” A strange pang shot through Kurenai’s heart—a mix of exasperation and fluttery confusion—and she spoke, her face flushed with a charming blend of anger and embarrassment.

“Yes, ma’am!” Kitazawa released the ‘heavy pressure’ he was applying and picked up the bath sponge again.

Kurenai closed her eyes.

She felt a tingling, electric sensation spreading from his touch, radiating throughout her entire body.

Kurenai pressed her lips together, her body tensing under his ministrations, her toes curling tightly beneath the water.

“Alright, rinsing time. Brace yourself,” Kitazawa announced, turning the shower spray back on.

Steam billowed around them once more as the hot water sluiced over Kurenai’s body, washing away the suds and leaving her skin clean and glistening.

“All clean. Time to head back to the room, Kurenai,” Kitazawa called out. Seeing her still dazed and immobile, he raised his hand and delivered a light, playful slap.

The next instant, the soft, pale curve of her buttock jiggled enticingly.

“You… you rascal!” Kurenai gasped in shock, the words escaping her in a breathy, instinctive reprimand.

“Is that so?” Kitazawa rose from the water, swept her up into his arms, and stated, “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Upon hearing this, Kurenai’s face flushed an even deeper shade, this time not from anger but from sheer, anticipatory embarrassment. She buried her face in the crook of Kitazawa’s neck, her entire being awash with an indescribable, dizzying sensation.

It wasn’t until she felt herself being laid down upon the familiar softness of the bedroom mattress that her head began to clear slightly.

“Kurenai.” Kitazawa’s voice was a low murmur beside her.

Kurenai cracked her eyes open to look at him, then quickly shut them again. But slowly, deliberately, she tilted her chin upward.

Kitazawa understood the silent invitation perfectly. He lowered his head and captured her lips in a deep kiss.

The lights were off. In the silvery moonlight filtering through the window, Kurenai’s skin seemed to glow with an ethereal, alluring radiance.

Kitazawa’s arms encircled her slender waist, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down the sensitive column of her neck, finally coming to rest upon the gentle swell of her breast.

Kurenai’s hands instinctively came up to cradle his head, her body arching slightly, tense with anticipation.

“Are you okay?” Kitazawa asked, his voice a husky whisper against her skin, filled with her scent.

“Mm,” Kurenai managed to affirm after a few breathless seconds.

“Kurenai,” he murmured, lifting his gaze to meet her clouded eyes. “Thank you.”

He had been alone since transmigrating to the Ninja World, but now he finally had a place to dock at.

“I should be thanking you.” Kurenai instinctively tightened her grip, leaving faint nail marks on his back.

She and Kitazawa were actually quite similar. Ever since her father died, she had been a lone wolf.

It wasn’t until she met Kitazawa that she felt life had become interesting.

“Ki… Kitazawa…”

Kurenai’s legs straightened, wrapping around him like an octopus, and beads of sweat seeped from her delicate skin. Her beautiful face was filled with infatuation.

At this moment, she felt a profound happiness filling her core.

The moon outside the window rose and fell.

—-

A new day, Tuesday, arrived.

Kitazawa woke up on time.

He quickly noticed Kurenai in his arms.

Her petite, soft body was curled up, her head resting on his arm, but her right hand was draped over his waist.

Kitazawa reached out and gently stroked her head.

Kurenai shifted her body, snuggling closer to him. Although a night had passed, there was still a lingering fatigue on her face.

Kitazawa had 20% of the Senju Bloodline, and his physical fitness far surpassed hers. Therefore, in any kind of battle, she was utterly defeated.

Kitazawa glanced at the time, then quietly got out of bed. He went to the kitchen. After a brief thought, he began to make breakfast.

Kurenai opened her eyes. She instinctively reached out, but didn’t feel Kitazawa.

Kurenai looked around and realized he had already left. She sat up, frowning slightly, then her face turned crimson.

Last night, she had indeed been reckless.

After all, her personality had always been competitive, and when provoked by Kitazawa, she couldn’t help herself.

The result, of course, was disastrous. A trace of haziness flashed in Kurenai’s eyes. Although it was disastrous, she didn’t resist it.

“Kurenai, how could you be this kind of person?” Kurenai quickly shook her head.

She took a deep breath, collected the bedsheets, got dressed, and left the room.

In the living room, the aroma of food wafted in.

“Are you awake?” Kitazawa sat at the dining table, smiling as he said, “You can come eat after you wash up.”

“Okay.” Kurenai stared at his smile for two seconds, then turned and went to the bathroom.

Not long after, she reappeared.

“It’s almost nine. Are you going to be late for class?” Kurenai asked, suddenly realizing something after sitting across from him.

“No big deal.” Kitazawa shook his head and said, “You are more important.”

Although he hadn’t requested leave in advance, he was now the Director of Academic Affairs at the Academy, so even without requesting leave, no one would dare to say anything to him.

If he were late or absent, Iruka would cover his class.

Hyuga Neji, Nara Shikamaru, and Sakura Haruno all had their own training and didn’t need to worry about.

Yakushi Kabuto, Aburame Taken, and Uchiha Izumi had all been busy with missions recently.

Sasuke had finished his practical combat training and had been assigned to learn Genjutsu by him. The only one who stood up was Naruto.

He was supposed to have practical combat training today, but it didn’t matter; since Kitazawa wasn’t there, he could continue to practice Rasengan.

“Smooth talker.” Kurenai snorted softly, picked up her chopsticks, and said, “Let’s eat.”

“I’m telling the truth.” Kitazawa helped her with a piece of fried fish and said.

“You should hurry to the Academy after you finish eating.” Kurenai’s lips curved slightly upward, and a smile appeared on her face.

“I can take a day off to accompany you.” Kitazawa looked at her and said.

“No need.” Kurenai rolled her eyes and asked, “Am I some fragile woman?”

“Alright then,” Kitazawa said nothing more upon hearing this.

With Kurenai’s personality, saying anything further would only offend her.

The two ate their meal and came to the door.

“I’m leaving. If you miss me, come to the Academy.” Kitazawa reached out and pinched her cheek.

“When did you become so wishy-washy?” Kurenai let out a sound of surprise and asked.

“I haven’t changed.” Kitazawa casually patted her on the backside and said.

“Pervert!” Kurenai covered her bottom and took a step back.

After Kitazawa left, she couldn’t help but chase after him. It wasn’t until he completely disappeared that she closed the door and returned to the house.

—

Ninja Academy training ground.

“Teacher Kitazawa!” Naruto, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly ran forward.

“Sorry, I was delayed by something.” Kitazawa apologized proactively.

“It’s okay.” Naruto quickly shook his head and said.

“Follow me.” Kitazawa led Naruto to an open space on the north side.

This was the same place where he had previously conducted practical combat training with Sasuke.

“To make the practical combat training more targeted, I will transform into Sasuke and only use Fire Release, Taijutsu, and Genjutsu.”

Kitazawa thought for a moment and said.

After speaking, he used the Transformation Technique to become Sasuke.

Naruto scratched his head.

He looked at Kitazawa, who had transformed into Sasuke, and felt uncomfortable. But he quickly dismissed that thought and used Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu.

Kitazawa did not use his Sharingan.

After all, Hiruzen often spied on Naruto, and being discovered by him would be troublesome. But not using it made no difference.

He knew many Genjutsu anyway, enough to deal with Naruto.

The battle began.

Naruto quickly noticed the difference between Kitazawa and Sasuke.

His Taijutsu, Fire Release, and Genjutsu were all stronger. In Naruto’s opinion, Kitazawa-sensei was more like an enhanced version of Sasuke.

Besides that, there was also a difference in combat experience.

Kitazawa applied his combat experience with Tsunade to Naruto, making him have a very difficult time.

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