Chapter 11: Pure and Unblemished
Late Night, Kawakaze's Room – Hatake Clan Estate
On a spacious, sturdy tatami mat, a man and woman lay entangled like an octopus, their limbs intertwined. The faint aroma of baijiu lingered in the air, mingling with the soft sounds of sleep.
Tsunade's back was to Kawakaze, her iconic green windbreaker discarded on the ground. She wore only a short-sleeved undershirt, her relaxed breathing a testament to deep slumber. Kawakaze, meanwhile, had one large hand resting on her softness, a mischievous grin twitching at his lips, even in his dreams.
Tsunade slept like a contented cat, blissfully unburdened by the tragedies yet to come in her life. Her thighs pressed against Kawakaze's legs, and her whole body nestled into his arms, as though seeking comfort even unconsciously.
The night grew warmer as time passed, causing Tsunade to squirm slightly. This small movement was enough to rouse Kawakaze from his dreams.
The sensation under his hand was remarkably soft. His first half-asleep thought was, Am I hugging Onimaru again?
I swear, the next time I get drunk, I'll make sure that dog doesn't sneak into bed. Why am I always stuck sleeping with it?
As frivolous thoughts flitted through his mind, Kawakaze gave a lazy squeeze, but something felt... off. This didn't feel like fur.
Opening his eyes, he was met with a sight that fully sobered him in an instant—a light yellow double ponytail.
"Holy cow!" he blurted internally. "Has my dream come true?"
His hand reflexively squeezed again, and Tsunade stirred awake. Something pressing against her back felt out of place and uncomfortable.