Naruto: Wooing Tsunade from Day One!

"It's already pretty good," Kawakaze said, noticing the slight disappointment on Tsunade's face. He tried to comfort her.

"Well, I was greedy," Tsunade admitted, as she began recording the results of the experiment one by one.

Kawakaze leaned over to look curiously, scanning the notes. The results were filled with technical terms, but he understood most of them.

Finally, Tsunade dropped an unknown liquid into the petri dish containing the finger and then solemnly stored it away.

"That's it?" Kawakaze asked. He had expected her to jump straight into testing.

"Don't worry about it if you don't understand," Tsunade replied, wiping down the test bench and shooting him a disdainful look. Explaining the process to an amateur like him felt like too much effort.

"I was just curious," Kawakaze said, scratching his head awkwardly. He felt slightly embarrassed being dismissed like that.

"Let's go, take me home," Tsunade said, removing her white coat and neatly putting it away. She then reached out to hold Kawakaze's hand.

She knew Kawakaze had left a Flying Thunder God Technique mark at her house, though she hadn't yet figured out where it was.

"Okay," Kawakaze said, but instead of teleporting as she expected, he began walking hand in hand with her.

"Do you have to be so clingy?" Tsunade asked, seeing through Kawakaze's little game. She poked his palm lightly with her finger.

"No, it's just that I don't have enough Chakra," Kawakaze said, making a poor excuse and not bothering to sound convincing.

"Do you think I believe that?" Tsunade glared at him, clearly unimpressed with his answer.

"Heh heh," Kawakaze chuckled, tightening his grip on her hand instead of letting go.

The two left the research room and walked into the hospital lobby.

"Lady Director, do you want to go check the accounts?" Kawakaze teased, glancing around at the patients and staff bustling about.

"Yes," Tsunade replied instantly, her eyes lighting up even brighter than they had when she saw the finger in the experiment.

"I was just kidding," Kawakaze muttered, covering his forehead. This woman is hopeless.

Under Tsunade's firm tugging, he followed her to the finance office.

When Tsunade pushed the door open, they saw a middle-aged woman with glasses busy sorting through accounts.

"Lady Director, Lord Kawakaze," the woman greeted, startled by their sudden arrival but relieved she hadn't been caught doing anything improper.

"You were caught off guard by my sudden arrival, weren't you?" Tsunade said with a polite smile. "I just want to take a look at the recent revenue situation."

She released Kawakaze's hand and strode over, her eyes glinting with the sparkle of gold coins.

"Just tell her how much money we've made while we've been gone," Kawakaze said bluntly, cutting to the chase.

"Uh, okay," the accountant replied, taking out the general ledger. She flipped through it, scanned the pages, and reported a figure that made Tsunade's eyes gleam with satisfaction.

"Can I withdraw three million first?" Tsunade asked, leaning forward with her hands on the desk, her face uncomfortably close to the accountant's.

"Yes, you can," the accountant stammered, instinctively taking a step back. The hospital was Tsunade's private property, after all. She didn't need anyone's approval to withdraw funds.

"Okay, hurry up," Kawakaze said, his impatient tone already bracing him for what would come next. He had a feeling they wouldn't be heading back to the family anytime soon.

The accountant nodded, went to the safe, and carefully counted out three million two hundred taels in banknotes. She placed the money in a bag and handed it to Tsunade.

"This is three million two hundred taels. Please take it," she said nervously.

"Haha, Kawakaze, I'll take you out to play," Tsunade said, her laughter carrying a slightly perverse edge.

As the stunned accountant watched, Tsunade grabbed Kawakaze, hoisted him off the ground, and carried him out sideways.

"You don't care about my image…" Kawakaze muttered as he finally steadied himself. By then, the two of them had already left the hospital.

Tsunade confidently led the way to the casino, a route she knew all too well.

Before long, she brought Kawakaze to the most luxurious casino in Konoha. Despite it being close to dinnertime, the place was bustling with activity.

"Why don't we come back after dinner?" Kawakaze suggested reluctantly. Gambling wasn't really his thing—he had only claimed to enjoy it as a way to get closer to Tsunade.

"No, I want to play now," Tsunade said firmly, not giving Kawakaze another chance to argue.

The two of them stepped inside the casino.

"Here comes the Legendary Sucker," someone muttered under their breath, and Kawakaze couldn't help but feel the weight of everyone's eyes on him.

Tsunade, however, was unfazed. She strode straight to her favorite game, her reputation preceding her as the gamblers around her instinctively made way.

"Watch me go on a killing spree," Tsunade declared, pulling out her money and slapping it confidently onto the table. She didn't spare a thought for the possibility of someone coveting her money. After all, who would dare?

"Don't do that, I want to live a few more years," Kawakaze mumbled softly enough that no one else could hear him.

"What did you say?" Tsunade asked, momentarily tearing her attention away from the dice. It was proof that Kawakaze still held an important place in her heart.

"Nothing, I just meant that you should win more often," Kawakaze replied, going against his own feelings. He reached out to take a few bills from Tsunade since he rarely carried much money himself.

"Just watch," Tsunade said, her confidence unwavering. It was as though she truly believed she could win.

"This time, bet on big with me. I have a hunch I'll definitely win," Tsunade added shamelessly, urging Kawakaze to place a bet alongside her.

"Forget it, I'll take a look first," Kawakaze said, quickly waving his hand in refusal. He silently hoped to recover his borrowed money. Three million is still money!

As expected, Tsunade lost the bet.

Kawakaze hadn't quite believed it at first, but seeing Tsunade's regretful expression after every hand, he realized it was true—someone really could be this unlucky.

Even if the casino cheated, they wouldn't win this consistently. Tsunade only seemed capable of losing; she hadn't won a single hand.

As the game progressed, Kawakaze noticed the growing crowd around the gambling table. People were squeezing in to watch, though many couldn't get close. Among them, he spotted a few ninjas, grinning at him while betting against Tsunade.

It seemed they were all here to collect easy money, explaining why the crowd kept getting bigger.

"Why are you just watching? Place your bet," Tsunade said, her hair falling slightly out of place as her expression grew more agitated.

"Bet, bet," Kawakaze replied, taking in this side of Tsunade for the first time. Her love for gambling seemed to mirror Hashirama's hobby, cultivated since childhood.

"This time, bet with me. It's safe," Tsunade said, her tone serious, as if her dignity was on the line.

"Okay," Kawakaze agreed quietly. Under her expectant gaze, however, he bet on the opposite side.

Tsunade's side of the table was deserted; she was the only one left betting on herself.

"You don't trust me," Tsunade accused.

"No, I'm just testing the waters," Kawakaze replied, unwilling to admit he didn't trust her abysmal luck.

"You'll regret this," Tsunade said with conviction.

When the dice cup was opened, she had lost again.

By now, the three million she started with had been reduced to less than half. In a place like this, money disappeared at an alarming speed.

"If I had known, I would have brought more," Tsunade muttered, her tone filled with resignation.

Kawakaze heard her and already began to regret not using the Flying Thunder God Technique to take her home earlier. What a romantic fool I am, he thought. Now we've ended up in a casino instead.

"Let's go back after you lose it all?" Kawakaze asked tentatively, pocketing the money he had just won.

"How could that be? I'm going to win," Tsunade said, shooting him a glare laced with a hint of killing intent. She couldn't understand why he kept saying such unlucky things.

"Fine, you take your time winning," Kawakaze sighed, giving in. He resolved to wait it out and see how long it would take her to lose everything.

...

As the pile of money in front of Kawakaze continued to grow, Tsunade finally lost everything.

She turned to Kawakaze with wide eyes, the kind that seemed ready to plead, Give me more money.

"Let's call it a day. We'll play again some other time," Kawakaze said quickly, unable to bear her gaze. He swiftly gathered up his winnings.

"But I'm not done yet," Tsunade protested, her eyes slightly red from the loss.

"Grandma is waiting for you at home," Kawakaze reminded her, invoking Mito's name—the only thing capable of curbing Tsunade's stubbornness.

"Okay, then," Tsunade finally relented, though her tone was filled with reluctance.

To avoid any further mishaps, Kawakaze took her hand and disappeared from the casino in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, they were inside the Senju mansion, appearing directly in Tsunade's room.

He really hasn't changed!

"The location you chose is pretty good. Why didn't you just go for the bed?" Tsunade teased, letting go of Kawakaze's hand, her gaze filled with playful mockery.

Now that they'd left the casino, her mood had noticeably lightened.

"Haha, that would be presumptuous," Kawakaze joked, amused by his own response.

"Heh~" Tsunade scoffed, too lazy to indulge him further, and turned to head toward the door.

Kawakaze placed the money he had won on the table and followed her. He had managed to recover nearly all the money she had initially lost.

The two walked together toward the dining room, though it was well past dinner time by now.

Before they could make it, they were intercepted by Mito in the living room.

Mito wrinkled her nose, clearly noticing the distinct smell clinging to both of them.

"How much did you lose?" Mito asked, her sharp tone cutting through the air.

"Ah, I didn't lose much. I was just having some fun," Tsunade said sheepishly, sounding like a child caught doing something wrong. She clung to Kawakaze's sleeve, clearly hoping he would help her out of the situation.

"I won it all back," Kawakaze said, stepping in to help. If he didn't, his fate wouldn't have been much better than Tsunade's.

"You've learned exactly what your grandfather taught you," Mito remarked, her eyebrows twitching slightly at the mention of Hashirama. If not for her efforts, the Senju Clan might never have been disbanded by Tobirama and would have disappeared long ago.

"Grandma, I'm hungry. Let's go eat first," Tsunade said quickly, pulling Kawakaze along as she hurried to retreat. Generally, mentioning Hashirama gave her enough time to escape Mito's anger.

"You're driving me mad! Just wait until I catch you—I'll give you a beating to vent my frustration," Mito grumbled, her resentment clear. Even in the Pure Land, Hashirama probably shuddered a few times.

"Have you ever been beaten for gambling?" Kawakaze asked, his curiosity piqued by Mito's reaction. Judging by her words, it seemed Tsunade had likely faced discipline in the past.

"None of your business," Tsunade snapped, instantly flustered as memories of her childhood came flooding back—her sprawled across her grandmother's lap, getting her bottom spanked.

"Haha, I get it. I won't ask," Kawakaze said, his suspicions confirmed by her response.

"Don't eat. Go hungry," Tsunade grumbled, glaring at him before heading into the dining room and taking a seat.

Before long, a servant arrived, bringing food and drink. Kawakaze joined in eating, and though Tsunade didn't stop him, she made a point of ignoring him entirely.

"I'll come find you tonight," Kawakaze whispered shamelessly as he leaned toward Tsunade.

"Do you think my grandmother is just for show?" Tsunade shot back, leaving Kawakaze speechless.

The Mind's Eye of the Kagura from the Uzumaki Clan was one of the most powerful Perception Ninjutsu in the world. Kawakaze had no desire to become the subject of a live broadcast.

Reluctantly, he abandoned the idea of sneaking a moment with Tsunade. Even the mark of the Flying Thunder God Technique felt useless under these circumstances.

After finishing the meal, Kawakaze left without lingering. The smell clinging to his body from the casino was unbearable, and he wanted nothing more than to clean up.