Naruto: Wooing Tsunade from Day One!-Chapter 387: The Wedding Night of Flowers and Candles

As night fell, the Senju mansion descended into chaos.

Before all the guests had dispersed, Kawakaze and the others, led by Mito, gathered around another table. The drinks had been replaced with hangover remedies, and everyone had eaten and drunk their fill.

"You've all worked hard these past few days," Mito said, her face glowing with a faint drunkenness. It was evident that she was genuinely happy tonight, as if she had achieved something she had long desired.

"You're too kind. No one here is a stranger," Orochimaru replied first, while Kawakaze and Tsunade showed no intention of joining the conversation.

"Haha, then I must be acting pretentious as an old woman," Mito said with a light laugh. "In the future, I hope Nawaki can count on you all."

Mito kept her smile as she lifted her glass and took a sip instead of making a toast.

"Grandma~" Nawaki muttered, feeling a strange sense of discomfort at her words.

"Did I say something wrong?" Mito asked, her expression unchanged but her tone sharper.

"Even though you're married, who here isn't your senior? Even Minato, that kid, is smarter than you," she said with a teasing glare at Nawaki, before seeming to realize that she might have said something inappropriate.

"Don't worry, Grandma," Kawakaze interjected calmly,"No matter what happens, Tsunade and I will always be here for him."

Kawakaze knew exactly what Mito meant by her earlier words, and while his response reassured her, it also tempered the celebratory mood.

"Good boy. Hearing you say that puts my mind at ease," Mito said with a pleased smile. "Your disciples came today, didn't they?"

The sudden change in topic caught everyone by surprise.

"How did you know, Grandmother?" Nawaki asked, startled. He had assumed he was the only one aware of their arrival.

"You underestimate me," Mito replied with a faint smile. When she wanted to know something, there were no secrets in all of Konoha. On such an important day, she wouldn't allow anything to go unnoticed.

"Yes, I've already gone to see them," Kawakaze admitted. He hadn't noticed their presence because of any extraordinary senses of his own. Rather, it was thanks to the Flying Thunder God Technique mark on the three of them. Outside the village, Kawakaze had already exchanged greetings with his disciples.

"None of them even bothered to come and see me. They're so heartless," Orochimaru joked with a sigh. Despite his words, it was clear he didn't hold it against them.

While the formalities of a master-disciple relationship didn't exist between Orochimaru and Nagato, the bond they shared unmistakably resembled that of a mentor and student.

"It's not the same as before. There are too many people watching them now."

"Akatsukigakure has already claimed a spot among the five major ninja villages in the Ninja World," Sakumo said, though he hadn't fully noticed the situation himself. He understood what Nagato and the others were doing.

"It's better to be safe than sorry."

"The situation in the Ninja World is becoming stranger by the day," Jiraiya remarked. He didn't elaborate much, as he was in the best position to comment on the matter due to his role.

"Yes, there have been a lot of missions lately," Minato said, chiming in. As one of Konoha's rising stars, his workload was particularly heavy.

"If the sky is going to collapse, I'll be the one to hold it up," Tsunade said confidently. "Don't worry, there's still time."

Tsunade smiled reassuringly, a silent promise that she would shoulder the burden until Minato and the others were fully prepared to take over.

"Big sister is so domineering," Nawaki said with pride, giving her a thumbs-up. His face was full of admiration.

"Work hard, the future is yours," Shinku added with a gentle tone. Though he was never a combat-focused ninja, his experience and contributions in logistics had been invaluable. Over time, however, he had started stepping back, letting the newer generation take the lead. Even if another war loomed on the horizon, Shinku knew his days as chief logistics officer were behind him.

"Although I'm not great with strategy, call me when there's a fight," Duy said with a straightforward laugh. He was self-aware of his strengths and shortcomings, and his determination still shone as brightly as ever.

"It's too early to talk about that," Kawakaze interjected, steering the group back to lighter matters. "The most important thing today is for you to go to the bridal chamber."

He was eager to wrap up the heavy conversation; he still had to process everything he'd discussed with Nagato and the others earlier. He felt confident that his decisions had been the right ones.

"Yeah, don't bother wasting time hanging out with us," Jiraiya said with a playful grin. "A spring night is priceless—better figure out what you're missing out on!"

Jiraiya winked at Nawaki, his tone teasing and inappropriate as always. He and Kawakaze often found themselves aligned in their mischief.

"I'll head back to my room first," Misaki murmured, feeling flustered. Her cheeks, which had lost their earlier flush from the alcohol, were now bright red again. She hastily stood and left without looking back.

"Control your rotten mouth," Maki scolded Jiraiya, pinching him angrily.

"You're still sitting there? How can you just sit still?" Kawakaze snapped, glaring at Nawaki. "What's the point of acting all high and mighty right now?"

"Ouch~" Nawaki yelped, rubbing his head where Kawakaze had smacked him.

"Then I'll go too," he said sheepishly, glancing around. He stood up with a slightly apologetic expression.

"Go, go," the others urged him, shooing him away.

Nawaki quickly trotted after Misaki, 'driven away' by the teasing crowd.

As the group continued chatting, Misaki and Nawaki entered the house one after the other.

With a quiet click, Nawaki locked the door behind him. Misaki had already taken a seat at the table. Neither spoke, each holding a glass of water, lost in their own thoughts.

They exchanged occasional glances, but each time, their eyes quickly darted away.

"Are you hungry?"

After a long silence, Nawaki spoke first.

"Not hungry."

Misaki shook her head. She had already had enough to drink, so how could she still be hungry?

For a moment, the house fell silent again.

"I'm a little sleepy," Misaki murmured, too ashamed to look up.

"Then go to sleep. It's getting late."

Nawaki set his cup down, stood up, and helped Misaki to her feet.

The two walked over to the bed and sat down, their trembling limbs betraying their unease. Misaki slipped off her coat, revealing two jade-like arms beneath her blouse.

"Turn off the light," she said, her hands trembling at the hem of her blouse, signaling for Nawaki to do so.

"Okay." Nawaki averted his gaze, swallowing hard.

With a few steps, the room plunged into darkness. When Nawaki returned to the edge of the bed, Misaki was already curled up under the covers, her personal belongings scattered around.

"I'm coming in," Nawaki said shakily, pulling off the rest of his clothes before slipping under the covers.

The two lay still, listening to the sound of each other's increasingly heavier breathing.

"That feels so good," Nawaki whispered cautiously, reaching out and meeting nothing but softness under his touch.

"Mmm," Misaki tensed, a soft groan escaping her lips. The sound shattered Nawaki's restraint, and he leaned sideways toward her.

Misaki's underwear was thrown aside as their heated bodies intertwined. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"You're so beautiful," Nawaki murmured, lifting his gaze to meet Misaki's. His voice was full of affection.

"I love you."

Misaki didn't look away. In the darkness, her eyes were filled with thought.

"I love you too," she whispered.

Nawaki leaned in, and their lips met. Both longed to lose themselves in each other. They clung tightly together, their breaths growing ragged.

As their lips parted, their bodies ached with longing. Nawaki trailed kisses along her skin, his touch igniting every inch he encountered.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his inexperience evident as he gently stroked her cheek.

"I'm fine," Misaki replied, her voice barely audible.

"Then... I'm coming." Nawaki's urgency grew, but his fumbling betrayed his lack of experience.

"Idiot, it's here," Misaki said with a soft laugh, guiding him.

...

"...Aren't you too greedy?" she muttered softly, her voice laced with a mix of frustration and amusement as she gave him a light tap on the back. She paused, her thoughts swirling, and sighed inwardly—maybe she shouldn't have been so generous with her teachings.

"My fault, my fault," Nawaki apologized repeatedly, though his actions showed no sign of stopping.

Their passion carried on until exhaustion overtook them, and the room finally grew quiet. Outside the window, the night had long since deepened.