"Goodbye, teacher!"
"Take care on your way."
After seeing off the last student, Haruki picked up the textbook.
"You are quite popular as a teacher," Tsunade said, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed and a smile on her face.
"Of course," Haruki replied, approaching her. "If I can win the heart of a big friend like you, naturally I can also make these little friends like me."
"Oh? Does that mean I am not your only big friend?"
"Tsk, seems tonight's dish doesn't need any more vinegar."
Haruki reached out and wiped the corner of her mouth, bringing it to his nose. "It smells like jealousy."
"You are the jealous one!" Tsunade pouted in dissatisfaction.
"You said it."
Haruki placed his right hand on the wall, leaned down, and kissed her deeply.
"Mmm..."
Instinctively, Tsunade wrapped her hands around his neck, her head held still, unable to move, nor did she want to.
A few minutes later, Haruki smacked his lips and said, "This vinegar tastes quite good."
"Enough already!" Tsunade panted, her face blushing, but she glared at him, "You jerk! Just you wait!"
"Wait for what?" Haruki shrugged. "If you feel at a disadvantage, you can always get back at me. I won't resist."
"..."
Tsunade immediately pinched his waist.
"Ow!" Haruki exclaimed in surprise. "You really went for it!"
"Let's go home!" Tsunade snorted coldly, released her grip, and walked out.
"Hey, I think there's something wrong with my waist. You have to take full responsibility," Haruki caught up with her, attempting to hold her hand but was avoided.
"Do you need me to massage it for you?" Tsunade's eyes showed a hint of danger.
"No, no." Haruki shook his head vigorously. After some twists and turns, he finally managed to hold her hand with his right hand.
"Stop messing around!"
Just as Tsunade's face was tense, she suddenly felt a tickle in her palm and immediately glared at him. But the smile at the corner of her mouth betrayed her mood.
"Hehe."
Haruki chuckled, withdrawing the finger that had been tickling her palm.
"Silly."
Tsunade couldn't help but laugh, holding his hand with both of hers and resting her cheek naturally on his arm.
After a moment, Haruki patted her hand, and Tsunade let go.
He stepped forward, opened the door, and bent slightly, extending his right hand: "Please, my princess."
Tsunade gently tapped his forehead, acknowledging him.
She bent down, took off her shoes, and revealed her beautiful, fair bare feet to the air.
Haruki looked at her graceful figure and couldn't help but smile.
He closed the door and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Tsunade lay on the sofa, feeling a bit lazy.
"Is there any dinner suitable for summer?"
"Let me think."
Haruki sat down next to her, placing her feet on his lap and gently massaging them.
"Vegetable and fruit salad. Nutritious, refreshing, and very easy to make."
"Let's have that." Tsunade's eyes lit up. This dinner sounded perfect for dieting.
"Alright." Haruki continued to massage her feet.
"Aren't you going to get started?" A few minutes later, Tsunade couldn't help but say, "I'm getting really hungry."
"Really? I don't believe you. Let me check."
The next moment, he was kicked.
Haruki dusted off his clothes and headed to the kitchen.
Tsunade glanced at her feet and muttered, "I don't know what's so special about them."
Fifteen minutes later.
Haruki brought out a large bowl of salad.
Handing Tsunade a spoon, he said, "To save you from washing an extra dish, I didn't separate them. Let's eat together."
"Watermelon, strawberries, tomatoes, oh, cucumbers."
Tsunade looked over the salad ingredients, identifying them. "What's this?"
"Avocado," Haruki glanced at the green leaf she pointed at and said, "It has a fennel flavor. You should try it."
"No, the flavor is too strong," Tsunade took a bite and showed a look of dislike.
"If you can't get used to it, don't eat it." Haruki picked up a glass of water, and Tsunade, instead of taking it, drank directly.
"Alright." Tsunade continued with the salad.
"By the way, I wanted to ask you something. Do you have enough pocket money?"
"What are you up to?" Tsunade immediately became alert.
"What's with that look?" Haruki said with amusement. "Isn't it all my money you use anyway?"
After confirming their relationship, to prevent herself from gambling excessively, Tsunade handed over all her money to Haruki for safekeeping.
But unfortunately, she couldn't control herself and often sneaked out.
With her luck, she naturally ended up in debt.
Haruki had no choice but to pay off the debts.
Over time, the money never increased.
As for the so-called pocket money, Haruki told her she could keep whatever she won.
"Ahem, not much." Tsunade avoided his gaze and muttered, "Are we going bankrupt?"
Haruki took a sip of water, then smiled, "Not quite. Hmm? It seems to have an orange flavor?"
"..."
Tsunade paused, blushed, and said, "That's lipstick. Why are you drinking my water?"
"Oh." Haruki blinked. "What's the big deal? Alright, back to the point. I want to set up a bank, what you would understand as an underground bank."
"You mean?" Tsunade remembered his mention of infrastructure investment banks in Suna Village.
"This must be controlled by just the two of us," Haruki said seriously. "You might not understand its power now, but it far surpasses any underground bank you've seen. It will be one of the most important economic lifelines of the future shinobi world."
"I trust you." Tsunade somewhat understood but trusted Haruki.
"Aren't you afraid I'll sell you out?" Haruki couldn't help but tease.
"Hmph, you wouldn't dare." Tsunade said firmly.
Haruki was slightly taken aback, then pinched her cheek.
"Once the bank is established, it won't matter how much you gamble."
"Really?"
"Of course not!" Haruki rolled his eyes at her. "With your losses, no amount of money would be enough."
"No problem. As long as I win you, it doesn't matter how much I lose."
After speaking, Tsunade immediately got up, not giving Haruki time to react.
"I'm full! Going to take a bath!"
Haruki watched her retreating figure and couldn't help but laugh.
He cleared the dishes.
The importance of a modern bank cannot be overstated.
Other industries he could leave for Konoha in the future, making them public.
But this investment bank was his private project, a gift for Tsunade.
As he said, if Tsunade wanted to lose the entire bank, she'd have to work hard at it.
After washing the dishes, Haruki stretched and went to the study to work on textbooks.
Half an hour later, Tsunade, dressed in a white bathrobe, entered the room.
"Go take a shower."
"Okay."
Haruki paused his work, smelling a fresh fragrance.
He looked at the wet Tsunade, water droplets rolling down her soft skin, exuding a unique allure.
Haruki couldn't help but sigh.
Indeed, summer made one's body heat up.