"Wood Style: Four-Pillar House Technique!"
Boom—
The ground trembled, and a small wooden building rose from the ground in a secluded corner of the camp. The building wasn't very big, but it looked very elegant.
"Oh oh oh! Awesome! Does Wood Style have such practical ninjutsu?"
Nawaki opened his mouth wide, full of excitement, and Mikoto also looked like she had learned something new.
"As the grandson of the First Hokage, you should know a little about it, right? The practicality of Wood Style is very strong."
Minato said, looking at Fūta Shirakumo who was full of amazement: "Senior, you should also call your teammates to rest inside."
"Oh? Then excuse me!"
Fūta Shirakumo looked happy. Although a little embarrassed, the continuous rainy weather in the Land of Rain was really torturous.
Minato and the other two entered the house first. In the center of the room, a brick stove was reserved, and directly above the stove was a stone chimney.
Considering this was a battlefield, Minato didn't make tatami mats, and the room still had an earthen floor.
Casually planting some potatoes and corn, then catalyzing a pile of dry firewood, Minato lit the stove. Under the amazed gazes of Nawaki and Mikoto, he took out a kettle, tea cups, and even made a few rocking chairs along the way.
Nawaki glanced out the window: "That's right, this is a battlefield, right? Why do I feel like I'm on vacation?"
"I feel that after teaming up with Minato, I can no longer accept the conditions of teaming up with others."
Mikoto sat on the rocking chair beside Minato and let out a satisfied sigh.
Minato was poking the charcoal fire and looked at Mikoto strangely upon hearing this.
For some reason, her words gave him an inexplicable sense of déjà vu————
"Um, Minato-kun?"
Mikoto spoke a little embarrassedly: "Can I take off my shoes for a bit? It's been raining outside, my shoes are wet, and my feet are uncomfortable—"
"Mmh, take them off, it's okay."
Minato nodded and moved aside a little so Mikoto could warm her feet.
Seeing this, Nawaki sat down on the other side of Minato: "Then I'll also—"
Before Nawaki finished speaking, Minato shook his head: "You can't."
"Why?"
Nawaki glared, unable to believe that Minato would refuse him.
"Boys' feet feel disgusting."
Minato said lightly: "Stay away from my baked potatoes."
Nawaki looked shocked: "Actually said such discriminatory words with a calm face!"
Mikoto's pretty face turned slightly red, but she still gently kicked off her shoes. Her fair bare feet were stained with a little mud, glistening with moisture, and she carefully moved closer to the stove.
Minato glanced subconsciously, and Mikoto's face turned even redder. Her ten toes curled up nervously, looking very cute.
"Um, my feet don't smell," she hurriedly declared.
"It's okay."
Seeing Mikoto's flustered explanation, a trace of mischief flashed in Minato's eyes: "Even if they smell, no one will blame you."
Hearing the mischief in Minato's tone, Mikoto puffed up her cheeks slightly: "Ugh————Minato-kun is really mean-spirited!"
"Tsk!"
Looking at the two, Nawaki had the expression of the "old man on subway looking at phone" meme: "Should I go out and get rained on for a while?"
He felt the atmosphere between the two was slightly ambiguous.
This made him seem very superfluous!
Fortunately, this strange atmosphere didn't last long. As Fūta Shirakumo and the others arrived, with more people in the room, the atmosphere inevitably became lively, diluting the strange atmosphere just now.
Until the sun went down, the support troops finally arrived at the front line, and everyone walked out of the room.
"Hm? Sis?"
Seeing the familiar figure in the crowd, Nawaki waved hurriedly: "Sis, over here, over here!"
In the crowd, Tsunade looked over following the voice. Seeing the lively Nawaki and Minato with a smile in his eyes beside him, a smile appeared on her face.
Then she walked through the crowd and quickly came to the three of them. behind her followed two familiar figures, Jiraiya and Orochimaru.
"Sensei."
Minato spoke gently: "Why did you come to the front line?"
"Of course for you!"
Tsunade raised her hand with a smile and rubbed Minato's head. As the voice fell, everyone's expressions suddenly became very wonderful.
A trace of surprise flashed in Orochimaru's eyes. It seemed he didn't expect Tsunade to have such guts!
Jiraiya opened his mouth wide, looking shocked. Just as he wanted to say something, he heard Tsunade's voice again.
"There are not enough medicinal herbs for preparing the antidote. Now only you, a Wood Style user, can guarantee the supply of medicinal herbs."
Of course, this was just one of many reasons.
Tsunade's fingertips seemed to inadvertently brush across Minato's cheek, and a trace of slyness flashed in her eyes: "So in the next period of time, you may be very busy."
"Phew—scared me to death."
Hearing this, Jiraiya breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Hehe—"
Orochimaru glanced at Jiraiya and smiled meaningfully.
"Teacher!"
Seeing Orochimaru, Mikoto took a step forward and greeted him respectfully.
"Hm? Orochimaru, you actually accepted a disciple? And such a beautiful girl? So, I'm the only one who hasn't accepted a disciple yet?"
Hearing Mikoto's address for Orochimaru, Jiraiya was a little surprised.
"One always has to pass on what one has learned."
Orochimaru said lightly: "If you are envious, you can also accept a disciple."
"What do I have to be envious of? The Great Toad Sage once predicted that my disciple would be the Child of Prophecy who saves the ninja world!"
Jiraiya looked proud, then looked at Nawaki: "How about it, Nawaki? Do you want to take me as your teacher? I think you have great potential in this area!"
"No, I want to take Big Brother Orochimaru as my teacher!"
Nawaki shook his head and looked at Orochimaru eagerly: "Big Brother Orochimaru—"
"Mmh, okay, I accept."
Orochimaru glanced at Jiraiya who was jumping with anger beside him, and chuckled in a low voice.
"Great!"
Seeing Orochimaru agree to accept him as a disciple, Nawaki cheered instantly.
"Damn it!" Jiraiya's face turned dark: "Where is this Lord inferior to that guy Orochimaru?"
"Probably because of perversion, right?"
Tsunade glanced at him and teased: "I thought you would make some progress after coming back from Mount Myōboku, but you are still so impetuous. You didn't use cultivation as an excuse to go peeping somewhere, did you?"
Jiraiya waved his hand repeatedly: "Hey hey, don't talk nonsense! Ever since Minato lectured me that time, I haven't done that kind of thing again!"
"Really?"
Not only Tsunade, but even Orochimaru cast doubtful glances at Jiraiya.
"Really————"
Jiraiya paused, his face turned red, and he turned his head away somewhat guiltily: "————I go to custom shops (brothels) now."
Everyone: "————"
Fair enough. Fair trade is better than peeping.
Not dwelling on Jiraiya's peeping anymore, Minato looked at Orochimaru: "Why did Senior Orochimaru also come to the front line? Is Root okay?"
"To tell the truth, Minato-kun, I am also here for you."
Orochimaru laughed in a low voice: "It's inconvenient to talk about the specific situation here, but your squad will be assigned to my subordinates next, no need to return to the outpost."
Hearing this, Nawaki's eyes burst with light!
Merit!
Merit is coming!