Naruto: I became the dream master

Time flies by, and soon the day will come for them to be discharged from the hospital.

In fact, that guy Jiraiya could have been discharged from the hospital a month ago. But the last time Tsunade came to visit them, this guy accidentally exposed the ugly portraits he had painstakingly drawn in the ward.

Although this guy didn't seek death enough to draw both Tsunade and Sakuzuki on it, he still aroused Tsunade's rage.

So Jiraiya had to stay in the hospital for an extra month to recuperate his broken rib.

Of course, all his treasured portraits were completely destroyed by Tsunade.

This has also caused this guy to be wilting recently.

"Hey, Jiraiya, stop acting like this. If you let me see you like this again, I'm going to beat you up." Tsunade walked into the ward, put the thermos bucket on the table, and said with disdain rolled his eyes.

The lifeless Jiraiya finally showed a look of grief and anger, "You destroyed more than just these portraits! What you destroyed was my most simple pursuit and love for painting!"

"The love of simplicity? Are those third-rate portraits?" Tsunade sneered: "It seems that your and my definitions of simplicity are different."

With that said, Tsunade raised her arm.

Jiraiya thought Tsunade was going to hit him again, so he quickly shrank his neck in fear. After discovering that Tsunade just wanted to help Sakuyue remove the plaster, Jiraiya stretched his neck with relief and defended: "What do you know? This is called art! Don't look at those portraits with such a dirty look. Look at them the same way you look at art!”

"Art? Who do you think anyone here would think yours is art?" Tsuna concentrated on helping Sakuyue remove the plaster on his arm without looking back.

Hearing this, Jiraiya wilted again.

There were only four people in the room.

Needless to say, the two women Sakusuki and Tsunade would definitely not agree. The remaining Orochimaru...

Jiraiya looked at Orochimaru who didn't listen to anything outside the window and only read the books of sages, and sighed helplessly.

Sigh...why can't anyone understand his art?

Is it that difficult to find a like-minded person?

"Well, your dream of painting is shattered. You can also try other dreams. For example, writing a novel?" Shuo Yue teased while holding back a smile.

Unexpectedly, Jiraiya actually nodded thoughtfully, "Writing a novel? It does sound interesting. But writing a novel seems to require collecting materials, right? Drawing materials...ah hehehe..."

I don't know what Jiraiya was thinking, but another obscene joke came out of the corner of his mouth.

Shuo Yue's face darkened.

Good guy, she became the culprit and said yes.

Her casual mention might help Jiraiya awaken his hobby of voyeurism, right?

sin sin.

Let’s first observe three minutes of silence for Konoha’s women’s bathhouse.

Finally, Tsunade removed the thick plaster and bandages from Sakusuki's arm. Immediately afterwards, Tsunade held Sakuyue's arm that had been wrapped for a long time and looked too white, and looked at it for a long time, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

"You're recovering well. After a few more days of training, you should be able to perform ninjutsu. But I'm warning you, you can never use ninjutsu like the one last time that required the entire arm to be used after you performed it. Continue to perform."

Seeing the concern in Tsunade's eyes, Sakuyue felt warm in her heart, "Okay, I understand."

"Ahem, now that Sakuyue's injury has healed, you should be discharged from the hospital. In order for you to be discharged from the hospital, I specially prepared a gift for you. Orochimaru, don't read your book, you also have a share of this gift." Tsunade coughed twice and took the thermos bucket over.

Sakutsu and Jiraiya's faces turned pale at first, and then they looked at Orochimaru expectantly.

Orochimaru felt uneasy instinctively.

"Don't worry, Orochimaru, Tsunade's craftsmanship is superb. This is absolutely delicious." Sakuzuki said nonsense seriously.

Jiraiya also echoed, "Yeah, yeah, I've been thinking about eating it since the last time I ate it." Seven

Orochimaru tried to see clues from the faces of the two, but the expression management of the two had already reached the level of proficiency, so naturally nothing was exposed.

Until Tsunade opened the thermos bucket.

"Dang-dang-dang, here comes the chicken soup!"

I don’t know what Tsunade’s chicken soup will be like this time.

Shuo Yue actually had the pleasure of opening blind boxes in her heart.

Sure enough, the appearance of the chicken soup did not surprise Shuo Yue at all.

The earthy-yellow soup paired with the dark lump of chicken looks like a delicacy in the world.

Orochimaru's lips twitched, "Is this what you call absolutely delicious?"

"Hey, don't look at it. This chicken soup doesn't look good, but it's actually delicious." Jiraiya pretended to fill a bowl and drank it in big gulps.

Sakutsu also looked like he couldn't wait, but he was much more elegant than Jiraiya in eating.

Sure enough, it still has that familiar smell! Sure enough, it was a dark dish that Tsunade could make!

Despite the pain in their hearts, Sakuyue and Jiraiya still showed a look of intoxication.

Seeing Sakusuki and Jiraiya enjoying themselves, Orochimaru's eyes flashed with suspicion.

Could it be that this thing is really delicious?

Orochimaru took the bowl of chicken soup handed to him by Tsunade and tasted it slowly.

At the first mouthful, Orochimaru put on the mask of pain.

Jiraiya, who had been patient for a long time, finally couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing, "Hahahahaha, Orochimaru, you have this day too! You made me laugh so hard, hahahaha!"

Shuo Yue also looked like she was suppressing a smile.

Sure enough, your own happiness is based on the pain of others.

Seeing Jiraiya slapping his thigh wildly and about to laugh, Tsunade was a little puzzled, "Is this guy sick?"

Orochimaru struggled to swallow the bitter chicken soup in his mouth, his face expressionless, "Tsunade, I suggest you try it yourself."

"what?"

Tsunade put a spoonful of chicken soup into her mouth.

The next second, Tsunade spat it out without hesitation, "The chicken soup I made...is it so tasteless?"

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But soon, Tsunade realized, "You two knew that this chicken soup was particularly bad when you two ate it last time? You actually lied to me!!!"