Naruto: Wooing Tsunade from Day One!

Bang! The bathroom door slammed shut as Kawakaze locked it from the inside.

The Hatake Clan, known for its large family and immense fortune, also had an exceptionally spacious bathroom. Inside was a large wash basin and a separate shower area.

"Where's the sake?" Tsunade mumbled, half-awake and half-asleep, reaching out for it.

"Sake, my ass," Kawakaze muttered. He helped Tsunade toward the shower area and turned on the water with one hand. Without bothering about his own wet clothes, he started undressing Tsunade directly. His movements, usually precise, were clumsy today—likely due to lingering intoxication.

"What are you doing?" Tsunade muttered unhappily, trying to block his hands. When she realized she couldn't stop him, she began to fight back in her own way, removing her clothes alongside him.

As they tussled, their clothing slowly scattered across the floor. The cool water from the shower poured over them, gradually washing away their drunken haze.

Kawakaze couldn't help but gulp as he looked at Tsunade, her fair skin gleaming under the water. No matter how many times he saw her like this, primal desire always surged within him.

"I knew you didn't have good intentions," Tsunade remarked, her voice laced with irritation. "Help me wash my back."

Her face was still flushed, though the effects of the sake had faded significantly. Dragging a small stool nearby, she sat down with her back to Kawakaze. Reaching behind her head, she untied her large ponytail, shaking it loose before running her hands over her chest.

"Okay," Kawakaze replied without hesitation. He turned off the shower and watched as water droplets slid slowly down her back, his gaze tracing the curves of her figure. Instinctively, he felt a stirring within himself.

Squeezing some shower gel onto her back, Kawakaze began rubbing it in, his movements fervent. Soon, a thick layer of bubbles spread across Tsunade's back.

"Okay, let's change positions," Kawakaze said naturally after finishing rubbing Tsunade's back.

"No need, I'll do it myself," Tsunade replied, fully aware of what Kawakaze was thinking—it was written all over his face.

"No trouble, just a matter of convenience," Kawakaze mumbled incoherently as he moved forward and got to work. He slipped his hands under her arms, taking the "high ground" with a firm grip.

"Can you rub properly?" Tsunade asked, twisting her body slightly as she felt his hands at work. A blush deepened on her cheeks.

"I'm rubbing properly, aren't I?" Kawakaze retorted. He applied more pressure, prompting a small cry of surprise from Tsunade.

"Bastard," she muttered, pushing his hand away before turning to glare at him.

"What are you looking at? Don't you know you can't get clean unless you scrub hard?" Kawakaze argued shamelessly, though his voice betrayed a slight lack of confidence.

"Really?" Tsunade quipped, taking advantage of his distraction. She swiftly snapped her fingers at a vulnerable spot.

"Ssshhhh…" Kawakaze hissed in response.

"Not clean enough?" Tsunade shot him a dirty look, struggling to say more.

"You forced me to," Kawakaze growled, his eyes fierce as he cupped her head and pressed his lips to hers.

"Umm…" Tsunade whimpered, caught off guard. Her hands flailed at his back before finally clinging to him.

"Hoo~ hoo~…" Both were panting heavily as they finally pulled apart after a long moment.

"Let's go take a bath," Kawakaze said, lifting Tsunade into his arms as he walked toward the living pool.

Tsunade wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a seductive glance. "Just a bath?" she murmured, her voice soft and teasing. Her warm breath tickled his ear as she spoke.

"Would I still be a man if that were the case?"Kawakaze replied, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Haha," Tsunade chuckled, holding onto the edge of the pool as Kawakaze got to the point. The two moved in perfect harmony, water rippling outward from the center of the sink and splashing softly around them.

...

The next day, the sun was already high in the sky. Kawakaze woke from his sleep to find Tsunade still soundly resting in his arms. He couldn't quite recall when he had finally fallen asleep, the night having been one of complete indulgence.

Although he felt a bit weak now, Kawakaze knew it was only an illusion. He was still the same man capable of defeating a Tailed Beast.

Carefully, he slid his arm out from under Tsunade's neck, got up cleanly, stretched, and reached for his fresh clothes. As he dressed, he looked out the window.

"What a beautiful day," he murmured.

After washing up, Kawakaze headed to the dining room and instructed the kitchen to prepare some light food. Once everything was in motion, he returned to the room and lightly pinched Tsunade's cheek to wake her up.

"It's all your fault for staying up so late," Tsunade grumbled as she began to dress, momentarily forgetting how much more energetic she had been than Kawakaze the previous night.

"Blame me, blame me," Kawakaze replied with a smile. "Get up and eat breakfast. I'll go back with you."

He agreed readily, feeling a twinge of guilt for not visiting Mito Uzumaki. After all, he had taken the woman's precious granddaughter without so much as a word and owed her an explanation.

"Okay," Tsunade replied. A flicker of light shone in her eyes as she recalled the promise they had made long ago.

...

After Tsunade finished washing up, the two of them sat down and had breakfast together. The butler soon arrived, bringing an assortment of valuable gifts as per Kawakaze's instructions. This time, they couldn't come empty-handed as they had during their first visit. Observing proper etiquette was necessary.

"Let's go," Kawakaze said, picking up the gifts and gesturing for Tsunade to head out.

"My grandmother wouldn't care for these little things of yours," Tsunade remarked, though her brisk steps betrayed her true feelings.

"As long as you like them, that's fine with me," Kawakaze muttered under his breath as he hurried to catch up with her.

As they passed the Dojo, they noticed the younger generation in training. Minato, ever dutiful as the eldest brother, was guiding the others. With their Sensei absent, he did his best to instruct the group.

"Minato is a good kid," Tsunade said with a nod, observing the scene. Compared to Kawakaze, Minato was far more dependable as a Sensei.

"That's right, not to mention whose disciple he is," Kawakaze quipped, attempting to flatter himself without realizing how much his image had already eroded.

"You're so shameless. You win," Tsunade said, her tone exasperated. She couldn't help but wonder when she had gone blind enough to fall for someone so shameless.

"Haha," Kawakaze laughed, taking it as a compliment.

Strolling leisurely along the path, they took in the sights of the thriving Konohagakure. Both felt a sense of satisfaction knowing they had played a part in ensuring the war had not reached the village.

When they arrived at the Senju mansion, Kawakaze found himself unusually nervous. Gone was the carefree demeanor he had displayed during his first visit here.

"So this is what it's come to for you?" Tsunade said, her lips curling into a faint smile. It was the first time she had seen Kawakaze looking so uneasy.

"Come on, let's go in."

Kawakaze took a deep breath, mentally rehearsing what he was about to say. Tsunade pushed the door open, and Kawakaze quickly followed, walking beside her.

"Sister, you're back."

"Grandma has been asking for you all morning."

Nawaki and Misaki, who had been training nearby, hurried over as soon as they saw Tsunade.

"Sister Tsunade, Lord Kawakaze," Misaki greeted politely.

"You can call me brother in the future," Kawakaze said with a warm smile.

"Okay," Misaki agreed readily, no longer as shy as she had been the night before.

"You two go ahead and train. I'll go find Grandma," Tsunade said, sending them off before leading Kawakaze toward Mito Uzumaki.

"Grandma is in the living room," Nawaki's voice called out from a distance.

"I know," Tsunade replied without looking back, continuing to walk with purpose. Turning a corner, she headed toward the living room.

She had initially thought Grandma would be in the bedroom—after all, as a Princess, Grandma didn't like venturing out often and still had significant internal concerns to deal with.