At the Fuma residence in the Uchiha district~
Tsunade stood before a full-length mirror, admiring her slightly flushed and glowing body. Satisfied, she nodded to herself before glancing at Fuma, who lay sprawled on the bed.
With a playful pout, she scolded, "Hey, come help me clean up. That 'taijutsu' training earlier was too intense. You really don't know how to go easy on someone, do you?"
"Alright, alright…"
Fuma stretched languidly, his powerful physique rippling as he yawned. Picking up a towel, he walked over to Tsunade, who stood by the mirror, and began gently wiping her down with deliberate care.
Squatting down, he took hold of her delicate ankle. "Lift your left foot. I'll clean it properly."
"Okay…"
Tsunade balanced herself on one leg, obediently raising her foot. Her soft sole trembled slightly as it hovered in the air before him.
"Tsk tsk…"
Fuma smirked as he worked, though both he and Tsunade could sense a peculiar mix of scents in the air: her gentle fragrance, the salty tang of their sweat, and a faint milky sweetness—overlaid by the unmistakable, vigorous aura emanating from Fuma's cells.
"This is all your fault," Tsunade muttered, her face tinged with red. "You don't know how to hold back during training, and now there's 'chakra' everywhere. Hurry up and clean me up properly."
[AN: I assume you guys know what 'taijutsu' and 'chakra' here refers to -_- ]
"Well, can you blame me?" Fuma chuckled, his voice low and teasing. "You're the only one who matches me so perfectly."
"It's only natural that I get carried away. Besides, I thought today was just the warm-up. We haven't seen each other for over a year since you went to Shikkotsu Forest for your sage training. Why not train a bit more thoroughly?"
Fuma's large hand expertly worked on her foot, his touch firm yet gentle. Tsunade's face grew redder as she attempted to pull her foot back, but Fuma held it firmly.
His gaze traveled upward, lingering on Tsunade's strong, shapely legs and her curvaceous figure.
Unlike those who favored a slim and frail aesthetic, Fuma preferred Tsunade's robust beauty—her toned thighs, sleek calves, and radiant confidence were everything he desired.
"You're hopeless…" Tsunade mumbled, her voice laced with embarrassment and resignation.
Fuma focused his energy, channeling subtle pulses of chakra through his hands. His fingers danced over her foot with the precision of a master craftsman, eliciting an involuntary sigh from Tsunade.
"Is this some secret Uchiha technique? I've never heard of such effects before," Tsunade said, her voice trembling slightly as her body began to relax.
Fuma smirked, his hands moving with practiced ease.
"It's just one of our clan's many methods for enhancing chakra flow and releasing tension. Perfect for both training and relaxation. Look, your chakra is already circulating more smoothly."
Tsunade closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the soothing sensations.
"You're using something that should be for battle to do this kind of thing…" she murmured, though her protests lacked conviction.
Fuma leaned closer, his tone playful. "Think of it as training, then. Your body seems a lot stronger since returning from Shikkotsu Forest. I've got a few new moves I'd like to test out. Shall we spar again?"
Tsunade hesitated, biting her lip. "Fine, but don't overdo it this time. And try not to destroy the house…"
"Don't worry," Fuma replied with a grin. "I'll take it easy on you. Just a quick session to keep our skills sharp."
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Their sparring session, however, was anything but quick. The grand Fuma residence trembled under the force of their exchange. Furniture toppled, walls bore cracks, and yet neither fighter paid any attention to the destruction.
Hours later, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, a thunderous roar from Fuma and an equally fierce cry from Tsunade marked the climax of their battle.
Finally, the chaos subsided, leaving the house in disarray but the two combatants victorious in their own ways.
Collapsed against Fuma's chest, Tsunade panted softly. "Great, now I have to take another bath. You're such a handful…"
Fuma chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. "You should thank me. You'll be in peak condition when you meet Lady Mito later. Who knows? Maybe you'll have another battle waiting for you."
Tsunade sat up, her amber eyes gleaming with determination. "If that's the case, I'll be ready. You just stay here and watch the house. I'll bring back good news soon enough."
Fuma watched her stride into the bathroom, a smile tugging at his lips.
Tsunade wasn't just his partner in training but his equal in every sense. Her resolve, strength, and beauty made her truly one of a kind.
As she disappeared into the steamy confines of the bath, Fuma couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and affection.
No matter what challenges awaited her, Tsunade would face them head-on, just as she always had.
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