Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

Chapter 237 This stupid fool can’t even hold a hand

When Tsunade heard Jiraiya's suggestion, she couldn't help but laugh.

She asked him: "Are you sure?"

Jiraiya nodded, "Ah, just go there. I tell you, when you are with the person you like, you are actually happy no matter what you do. In that case, just stay with me quietly for a while. This is not too much to ask. ?”

When Tsunade heard the words "the person she likes", her expression showed a hint of shyness, but it was only for a moment and fleeting.

"Don't always talk about liking someone..."

Jiraiya didn't care, with a serious look on his face, "Why not, I just like you. Didn't I know that I liked you when I saw you on the first day? Didn't I confess to you often over the years, but now I say this instead. "

Tsunade hesitated and said: "How is it the same then as now? At that time, we were young and childlike, but now that we have grown up, it is not good to be misunderstood."

"..."

Not hearing Jiraiya's voice, Tsunade looked at him suspiciously and saw him staring at her with a cold face.

"Jilai also?"

Jiraiya didn't respond to her, he just stared at her like that. He pursed his lips tightly, as if he wanted to swallow back the words that came out of his mouth. Those words were not good words and would hurt feelings if they were spoken.

"Ugh……!"

After all, Jiraiya still didn't say anything, he held back.

No longer entangled with Tsunade on this issue, Jiraiya ran to the grocery store across the street and bought two bottles of juice, then waved to Tsunade and shouted: "Come on, didn't you agree to accompany me? "

Tsunade looked at Jiraiya's already calm face and felt a little confused. She wondered why Jiraiya's emotions could change so quickly. Any negative emotions that came to him could always be resolved in the shortest time. It will be digested over time and then return to its previous appearance.

The two of them strolled towards Nanga River. Along the way, they walked side by side. Tsunade held the juice in one hand and bit the straw protruding from the mouth of the bottle from time to time. The round mouth of the straw was wiped by her a few times. Bit into a flat piece.

As a man, Jiraiya is no exception. In the past, when he saw a man drinking juice through a straw, he would definitely laugh at them for looking like a girl. But now, he is doing the things he despised before.

The two people were clearly walking side by side, but they were in perfect agreement not to look at the other, as if there was some wonderful scenery on both sides of the road that was attracting them.

The hand on the side that is leaning against the other person hangs beside his thigh, swaying naturally as he walks.

Just pretend to be casual...just pretend to be casual...

Jiraiya clenched his fists and his palms were slightly sweaty. He knew that as long as he was bolder and moved towards Tsunade, he would be able to hold her hand.

But... the memory of his childhood came out at this time. He had never done this kind of thing before. At that time, he just touched the back of Tsunade's hand lightly and was beaten half to death by her. This memory was in his mind. It has been preserved until now, so much so that every time he wants to be brave, it will come out and beat his thief heart.

[Jiraiya, you have grown up now and are a man. Are you still afraid of her beating you? If you want to hold hands, be brave! ]

At the same time, Jiraiya heard a voice in his heart say this to him. If you look carefully, it seems that there is nothing wrong with this. On a date, you should do the things you should do on a date, right?

Taking a deep breath, as if to embolden himself, Jiraiya swallowed a large mouthful of juice, and then pretended to touch Tsunade's hand casually. He mustered up the courage to take this step, seeing victory in sight. ——

But I heard Tsunade say in a brisk tone: "Ah, we're at the river."

Tsunade's raised arm was naturally folded in front of her chest, supporting the arm holding the juice, and Jiraiya threw it away unexpectedly.

Uh……

It's really funny that I finally took a step, but missed it.

Awkwardly, he clenched and unclenched his hands, then tightened them again. Jiraiya breathed a sigh of relief. This feeling was really strange.

He was the one who wanted to hold hands, and he was the one who felt relieved when he couldn't.

He kept saying that he liked her, but he knew that he was actually a complete coward.

He is far less familiar with emotions than with ninjutsu and tasks.

He wears the outer skin of an old man, but he is obviously very green on the inside.

He has a thief's heart but no courage, that's what he is talking about.

Orochimaru, who was following behind, curled his lips in disdain and couldn't help cursing: "This stupid fool can't even hold a hand."

Sitting on a bench in a small square by the river, two people each held a bottle of juice. The straw protruded from the mouth of the bottle. It was very convenient to take a sip when you wanted to drink.

There is no need to say anything, just sitting here side by side, there is a feeling of tranquility in the years.

The river breeze blows from the left with the fishy smell of water plants. It's not unpleasant, and it even has a refreshing effect.

People who have eaten and drank enough to sit here and bask in the sun will easily feel tired after a long time.

Jiraiya was still amused by what he had just done, and even laughed out loud. He felt that this could simply become a dark history of his pursuit of love. If he could become a writer in his lifetime, he would definitely write this episode out. Write it into a novel, record it, and then smile a little every time you see it.

But how could I become a writer? This kind of writer is not at all consistent with my identity as a ninja.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?" Tsunade bit her straw and glanced at him.

Jiraiya raised his eyebrows and said, "I feel like I'm a bit of a failure. I had a good record before, but why do I suddenly..."

He did not shy away from holding the hands of several young ladies, holding their hands and praising their small and cute hands, with long and white fingers like the tips of onions. This kind of hand should be held in the palm of one's hand and carefully cared for.

Those young ladies are very fond of this, and then he can hold it for a whole day.

The girl's hands are soft and slender, holding them as soft as if they were boneless.

Being so good at rhetoric, he has no advantage in front of Tsunade. Whoever has the control of emotions has the advantage. Obviously, Jiraiya is not the one who has control.

He once reflected on what was so great about Tsunade. Apart from being pretty, she was absolutely useless. She was violent and unreasonable, and she didn't look like a girl at all. None of the young ladies outside were more feminine than her. , still completely devoted to him, even if he fell in love with any of them, it would be better than being with Tsunade.

However, the more he thought about it, the more his brain went against him. The carefree and carefree Jiraiya was tightly controlled by the girl who never took him seriously. He was like a fly stuck to a spider web. Moth, the more you struggle, the deeper you become entangled. This life is probably doomed.

"Tsunade," Jiraiya looked at Tsunade very seriously.

Tsunade turned her head when she heard this, with the straw still biting in her cherry-like mouth. She asked him, "What's the matter?"

Jiraiya didn't say anything, he just stared at her without blinking. A man is very attractive when he looks at a woman affectionately, even if that person is Jiraiya who has never been upright in Tsunade's heart. .

Tsunade looked into Jiraiya's eyes and could see her own shadow in his dark eyes, very clear.

Everything around them stopped at this time, the wind stopped blowing, and the birds stopped chirping. They looked at each other, and there was an inexplicable feeling surging beside them.

The sound of heartbeat penetrated the skin and rang in their ears. No one thought about whose heartbeat it was. It kept beating.

Jiraiya slowly approached Tsunade, and his handsome face gradually enlarged in Tsunade's sight. The straw fell silently back into the bottle without biting it, and swayed a few times under the buoyancy of the juice.

No, there's no turning back if this continues.

Tsunade wanted to distance herself, but her body seemed to be frozen. She was suddenly afraid of what was about to happen. If she allowed Jiraiya to get closer, they would never be the same again.

One centimeter, the distance at that time was only one centimeter. At this critical moment, Tsunade pretended to be calm and straightened her head. She rejected Jiraiya's approach by looking straight ahead.

Jiraiya looked stunned and stayed there. He didn't move, and he didn't feel the embarrassment after being rejected. He calmly kept a centimeter distance, and then stared at Tsunade's side face expressionlessly. .

The baby fat on this face has not completely gone away, and the figure is dry, but the cheeks are fleshy and full of collagen.

It's so embarrassing, how could it get to this point?

Is this what dating is all about?

Is Jiraiya going through the process?

When does the sun set and when does the day end?

Just when Tsunade was embarrassed and didn't know what to do, she heard a pop not far behind her, and something fell from the tree and fell solidly to the hard ground that had not rained for a long time.

Jiraiya and Tsunade turned their heads at the same time when they heard the sound, and saw Orochimaru lying on the ground. Orochimaru didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't use chakra to protect himself and let himself fall down, like a person falling from a high altitude. Watermelon landed face first.

"Orochimaru!"

After a moment, Tsunade stood up from the bench.

Orochimaru slowly raised his head, looking at the two of them with a confused expression. His excessively white face was covered with dust, like a tabby cat.

He saw Tsunade looking at him with wide eyes, then pointing at his face and yelling, "You, you... you have a nosebleed!"

Warm liquid slowly flowed out of his nose. Orochimaru wiped it with the back of his hand slowly, and sure enough he saw a trace of blood.

His head was hit and his reaction was a little slow.

He stared at the back of his hand for a long time before finally realizing the fact that he was bleeding. His brows slowly wrinkled, getting tighter and tighter. He looked at Jiraiya and said calmly: "Jiraiya, I'm bleeding. "

Jiraiya looked at him unbearably, not caring about why he was here, but he knew why Orochimaru fell.

Looking at Orochimaru lying on the ground like a snake with his hands on his hips, Jiraiya rolled his eyes, but finally walked towards him helplessly.

"You idiot," he said.