Chapter 122: The Hot Springs Pool
He's just a child; he won't learn his lesson without a beating. Nawaki eventually managed to hold his tongue and refrained from saying another word, though it was clear he was struggling to stay silent.
Still, his chatter seemed unstoppable at times. When they went out, his appetite made him stand out; he always ended up with the largest stomach, eating far more than anyone else. Determined not to starve, even if he risked saying the wrong thing and earning a beating, Nawaki pressed on.
"Burp~ Brother-in-law, where are we going?" he asked, patting his full stomach.
Nawaki knew better than to ask Tsunade for money—she was never generous unless it involved gambling. Instead, he turned to Kawakaze, who he thought was a better bet.
"Let's go to the hot springs," Kawakaze said, his cheeks flushed from drinking. He felt a little dizzy, but the evening had been enjoyable, something he hadn't experienced in a long time. This time, the roles were reversed—Tsunade was in a rare good mood, supporting Kawakaze as they walked.
"Where are you planning to take me to the hot springs?" she asked teasingly, leaning in close. If Kawakaze hadn't been leaning on her, her words might not have reached his ears.
Her hand supported his waist, and she briefly recalled a moment from the last time this had happened—a scene that had left her blushing.
"Sigh, just a bath," Kawakaze muttered, wincing in pain. He swore to himself that his intentions were entirely innocent this time, though the long night ahead seemed daunting.
"Really?" Tsunade asked, skeptical.
"Really, really," Kawakaze replied, nodding earnestly. The motion seemed to clear his head a little.
Satisfied, Tsunade released her grip on his waist, and the group of four soon arrived at the same luxurious bathhouse they had visited previously.