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My Wife Is Tsunade

With the love system, Haruki travels to the Naruto world. Lock Tsunade and get rewards as long as you interact. Confession gets Wood Style, gets married gets Sage Mode, honeymoon trip gets seal technique. For the sake of Tsunade’s Hokage cause, the flower grower’s own talent awakened, he held the Dragon Slaying Technique in his hand and decided to carry out a vigorous reform…Oh no, farming. So a special change happened quietly in the Shinobi world. “Naruto, what is your wish?” “Of course I want to be a Hokage man… It hurts, what are you doing?” “This sentence is not allowed to be said in the future, because I am Homage’s man!” WARNING! I do NOT own Naruto or this story i am just translating it. "English isn't my native language, so please make it easy to understand and free of errors. original novel:我的老婆是木叶纲手 Check out my Patreon for early access chapters: patreon.com/THE_TRANSLATOR498 Release Schedule will 1 chapter per day. show your support by giving power stones and reviews and comments.

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Akatsuki Organization

In the gloomy sky, heavy raindrops rolled down Chakra's shield.

Haruki doesn't like the country of rain.

The endless weather always reminded him of the rainy season.

"Teacher, aren't we going to kill the bandits?"

Namikaze Minato looked around at the dilapidated buildings and couldn't help but ask.

"I am Taking you to meet someone."

Haruki rubbed his hair, "Didn't you say that Jiraiya is the favorite among Sannin?"

"Is Jiraiya-sama here?" Namikaze Minato suddenly looked surprised.

Haruki gave a soft tut, I really don't know what Jiraiya this guy is worthy of his liking.

"Um."

He recalled that after the battle with Hanzo, Jiraiya met Nagato, Yahiko, and Konan, and decided to stay.

"Who?"

Haruki hadn't approached yet, and accompanied by a violent drink, a paper kunai shot at him.

He grabbed the kunai.

See the flame of the detonating talisman again.

Haruki frowned, and before the explosion, Kuunai disappeared into his hand.

"Konan, your ninjutsu is getting better and better."

He looked at the girl at the door.

The light blue-purple hair is especially eye-catching on rainy days. Although she is dressed plainly, the shabby clothes can't stop her beautiful appearance.

"Why are you here?"

"Where is Jiraiya?"

"The teacher said he went out to collect materials."

Shente is based on materials.

Haruki looked helpless. As expected, it is you, Jiraiya, who can also collect materials from Rain Shinobi Village.

"have you eaten?"

Haruki rolled up his cuffs, "The three of you haven't eaten the food I cooked for months, right?"

Konan's small face immediately showed surprise, and the corners of her mouth seemed to have saliva.

She subconsciously covered her belly and said embarrassedly: "I'm troubled you Master Haruki, well, I want to eat grilled fish."

"No problem."

Haruki promised, he knew Konan likes to eat grilled fish.

"His name is Namikaze Minato. He is my student. Strictly speaking, you should be his senior sister."

Haruki turned to introduce Namikaze Minato, and patted him on the shoulder, "go greet Senior Sister Konan."

Although Namikaze Minato didn't understand, he still listened to Haruki's words.

"Senior Sister Konan."

"Junior Minato."

Konan smiled, and she folded a paper flower, "I have nothing to give you."

"Thank you, Sister, it's beautiful."

Namikaze Minato cherished the paper flowers and put them in his schoolbag.

A sense of accomplishment suddenly rose in Haruki's heart.

It seems not bad to develop the role and change the destiny.

While Haruki was preparing lunch, Nagato and Yahiko returned.

After a lot of greetings, he showed enthusiasm for the younger brother who suddenly appeared.

Their current thinking is not extreme.

Namikaze Minato is about the same age as them and has a high EQ. Talking and chatting is almost a good friend that has not been seen for many years.

"Haruki!"

The Jiraiya people did not arrive first.

"Don't make a noise, or there will be no food to eat later." Haruki glared at him and said dissatisfied.

"Okay, okay." Jiraiya smiled flatteringly. He has been greedy for Haruki's Sichuan food for a long time.

Haruki clapped his hands when he was done.

Jiraiya consciously left the kitchen with the dishes.

After a while, Konan also came to help.

"The four minors are here and we can't drink."

When Haruki saw Jiraiya took out the hip flask, he quickly stopped him.

Jiraiya suddenly became tangled.

He is as addicted to alcohol as Tsunade.

"It's okay, the teacher can drink as much as you want." Konan said with a smile.

"Look, this is a good student."

Regardless of Haruki's eyes, Jiraiya poured the wine, "Is this the student you accepted?"

"Yeah. Namikaze Minato."

Haruki thought for a while, somehow, he robbed his student.

Besides, he just kept his own personal settings.

"Master Jiraiya." Namikaze Minato greeted.

"Yes, very handsome, just like you, a little white face."

Jiraiya glanced at Namikaze Minato and commented.

He was quite unhappy about Haruki who suddenly appeared to be Tsunade's boyfriend.

Namikaze Minato was suddenly hit.

The original vision for Jiraiya was also somewhat broken.

"You really can't stop your mouth even if you eat." Haruki shook his head.

"This time you came just right."

Jiraiya smashed the grilled fish, and his voice was a little fuzzy, "The Tanjirou story you told me last time hasn't been finished yet, I feel itchy."

"After the story, you will have time when you return to Konoha, and there will be business for me to come today."

Haruki looked at the three and said:

"Remember what I said before I left? Now Konoha has allowed the wandering ninja to become an official ninja. If you want, you can become Konoha's ninja without having to live the wandering life before."

"Haruki, you should know Nagato's eyes."

Jiraiya put down his chopsticks. The main reason why he did not bring back the Konan trio was Rinnegan.

Returning to Konoha, another bloody storm will be set off.

Haruki was about to say more but saw Nagato shaking his head.

"My parents died in the hands of Konoha Shinobi, and I will not go to Konoha."

Haruki could only sigh upon hearing this.

Fate is so.

He originally thought that if the three of them volunteered, perhaps the secret Uchiha Madara would not act.

But now it seems that only the three of them can stay here.

Haruki was not a soft-hearted person.

If you ignore Uchiha Madara and Black Zetsu, he might really hurt the killer.

After eating, Haruki called Yahiko, Nagato and Konan alone.

"I know your ideal is to hope for peace in the Ninja world."

After Jiraiya met the three of them, Haruki also followed them for a while and got acquainted with them.

"Jiraiya will return to Konoha after all, what are you going to do then?"

The three of them glanced at each other, and the most stable Yahiko spoke:

"We want to build an organization to fight Hanzo's Rain Shinobi Village."

"What is your organization's name?" Haruki knew that things were still moving towards the original.

"I haven't figured it out yet." Yahiko scratched his head. "If Haruki-sama has any good suggestions, I can say."

"Dawn." Haruki looked at the three of them and said softly, "Only when we awaken, the sky will break. Dawn is not only the dawn, but also the red sun."

Meaningful words.

The Yahiko three fell into contemplation.

Haruki took out two scrolls and handed them to Yahiko.

"One scroll is my analysis of the current situation in the Rain Country. If you are interested, you can take a look. The other scroll is the medical ninjutsu I learned, which contains one or two Forbidden Techniques, which may help you."

"Thank you Haruki-sama!" The three of them bowed quickly.

They knew the importance of the Forbidden Technique, if Konoha knew about it, Haruki would probably betray the village.

"I am also a war orphan. The three of you and I have the same sickness. If you can help some, please help. One more thing, if you encounter a guy who calls himself Madara, you must be careful."

"Okay, Haruki-sama."

In this way, a slightly different Akatsuki organization was quietly born in the dilapidated room.